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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on April 07, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Tetradore had never truly contemplated Alexis' own hesitance with vehicles. Admittedly, he knew strikingly little of the young woman's past, much less just how foreign those modern conveniences so were to her. The very sight of the young woman jumping at the beep of the car alarm caused his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly, that glimpse he provided the woman far more pensive than anything else. Nevertheless, he said little of that sheepish grin she provided him, the man merely instead gesturing towards the vehicle lightly. Tetradore climbed easily into the front seat of the vehicle, that key placed in the ignition only for the engine of the car to turn over. There was something so eerily calming about the roar of that engine beneath his fingertips, those sportscars one of his few great pleasures in life. His gaze shifted briefly from garage in front of him to the girl beside him only for a small shrug to cross his shoulder as lightly encouraged the vehicle towards the garage doors of the Ark. "I drove my first car when I was fourteen." It was well under the legal driving age but his own youth had so rarely followed those mandated laws of society. Her second inquiry, however, took far longer to answer. After all, back then, everything was trying to kill him. Hell, death by car accident would have been a blessing to those torturous years of his youth. "I guess these things were the only thing I ever truly felt in control of." The Were-King admitted after a moment. It was, admittedly, rare when he revealed any hint of those emotions that so often flowed beneath his stoic surface, particularly in relation to his past and yet...so too did few ever ask either.

It hardly took long, however, before that vehicle pulled out onto the docks, that car hardly pushed to its limit as he easily navigated down those rows of warehouses and crates. Admittedly, the vehicle was hardly needed at the present moment and yet, Tetradore had so pulled it from the garage solely for the woman's desire to eat after that task was done. He had promised, after all, something more than the food from the Ark's own kitchens. Soon enough, Tetradore brought that vehicle to a halt, turning the car off to prevent that powerful engine from so giving them away. His gaze shifted out his driver side window, watching that warehouse between those stacks of crates he'd purposefully chosen to conceal their presence. Softly, Tetradore explained the very reason for their presence here - that shipment of distinct importance if only for the illicit goods hidden deep within the depths of that otherwise perfectly legal cargo. He hoped that the simple fact that it had been theirs all along would be enough to skirt the young woman's morals, though truly Tetradore had little concept of just how stringent Alexis' integrity was in the first place. It was, admittedly, a rather telling moment he supposed as his emerald eyes fluttered back towards her. A small simper toyed at the corner of his features as she sighed, only to nod resolutely in agreement. This was exactly what he had been hoping for.

His head shook ever so slightly. "No, I'm afraid not. We have to go through each of the cargo boxes to see what's inside. We don't mark any of them for fear the Hunters will catch on." Tetradore fished out his phone from his pocket as he handed it to her. "What I need you to do is slip in and take a photo of an empty place in the warehouse. Then I can teleport us back in and we can go through all of the cases together. It's not ideal, I know, but it'll get us through them all faster and the sooner we can get out, the better. Do you know how to work a phone?" He had never actually considered, prior to now, if Alexis even had a cell phone. Perhaps he might have to look into some sort of 'family plan' with his own phone provider...

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