West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

living like we're renegades


Posted on April 02, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West
long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers

In more ways than she could count Carolina appreciated the job and the chance that those within the Ark had taken on her, however reluctantly. It provided the obvious benefits of helping her keep a roof overhead and food in her stomach without reverting to skills better left alone, but it also provided her with distraction. Within the corridors of the Ark there was always something going on, something that kept her too busy to sit and dwell on darker things. No matter how many drunk patrons she had to cut off or how many dirty dishes she had to wash at the end of the night it was all worth it to fall into the blissful depths of exhausted sleep as the sun began lightening the sky before doing it all over again. No two nights in the Ark were the same and she learned something new every time she went in.

Tonight was sure to be no different as apparently a special event was to be set up, something no one in the Ark had ever seen before which couldn't always be said. While she wasn't sure she would ever quite feel the need to participate in the fights herself, even she couldn't deny she was interested to see just exactly how everything took shape tonight. Water fights were sure to be unique. Still it also meant more work for her, more thirsty patrons, more demanding requests, but also more tips in the jar come the end of the night if she worked the crowds right. That thought had her moving with pep in her step, sleeves rolled up as she hurried about the pre-opening preparations.

She hadn't even noticed that she was glancing up into the dark rafters overhead until movement in her peripheral caught her attention diverting her gaze just as the gentle voice filled the air. She gave an exasperated laugh with a gentle shrug of her shoulders as she slung the damp drying rag over her shoulder. "You say that, and yet something says I'll find him up there one day." One eyebrow raised as if in challenge for the other woman to say she was wrong. "I don't mind grumpy, hopefully before long toleration will turn to at least begrudging trust. Something tells me that will be the day." She didn't know much of her employer, or even her place of employment before she had started working here but naturally word got around the place pretty quickly and while she doubted any more than half of it was true she had heard some stories about those who called this place home. "Excited for the big night?" she asked, turning to check the line of liquor bottles along the wall. They would need to be well stocked.

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