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

we burn and we played, we try to forget


Posted on April 16, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

Carolina Grace Bedford

Ughh... She was running late. In her entire time at the Ark over the last few months she had never been late once and she wasn't about to start now. The random thunderstorm that had popped up unexpectedly had delayed her, the thunder bad enough to have her hiding in the comforting darkness of the small closet at the back of her bedroom. A damn stupid fear but something she couldn't shake. Naturally once the storm finally passed her half-dead car had refused to start, no matter how much she cursed at it. Skip to now with her near sprinting across town, leaping over mud puddles and trying without success to keep her pant legs dry. Drowned rat wouldn't help the tips come in tonight, if she even made it alive as she narrowly dodged a car barreling down the road as she tried to cross. "Watch where the fuck you're going!" she shouted in frustration, shooting off her middle finger before picking her pace up again.

It would have been much easier and quicker to make the journey shifted, her powerful legs and large paws could get her there much faster but as the sight of a fully grown snow leopard running down the street in the middle of the day would cause concern even in Sacrosanct she had vetoed the idea. A decision she was second guessing as she rushed down the boardwalk that led up to the towering structure of the ark, sliding into the bar area just as her watch chimed the hour as if exclaiming that she had made it right on time.

Her pleasure quickly tempered however as she heard the voice of one of the young barmaids say her name with far more enthusiasm that was necessary and she took in the scene. She trudged over to the bar, the girl pulling her close by the arm as if whispering the issue would prevent the dark figure sprawled so haphazardly atop the bar from hearing. Over the last few months Carolina has come to know the curly-haired bar manager Raven quite well, even going so far as to call her a friend, however despite hearing of her husband both from the wolf and others within the Ark she had yet to meet him herself. Until now it seemed.

As if on cue she saw Tobias lower his phone from her peripheral, causing her to turn towards him just as he drawled out her name around a lopsided grin. One which immediately left his face once her name had been completed and very much reminded her of just who she was dealing with. "Hey Tobias," she said pleasantly, as if she had said it a million times before and wasn't having her first meeting with the man. She had a distinct memory of him seeming amused at the idea of tossing her from the top deck of the Ark what felt like a lifetime ago. As he posed his question she took ushered the other bartender to the back room to start on inventory and other tasks that could be done elsewhere, she didn't need an audience.

Taking a few steps toward him she leaned against a portion of the bar a comfortable distance away, giving him a soft smile. "Oh, I want a lot of things honey. Mostly for it not to rain before my shift and a no fat, no sugar brownie that actually tastes good." Her drawl was a soft and easy cadence, unsure if he would get her humor hopefully he would at least sense her tone. Her hazel eyes alighted with curiosity however as he asked if she would like to know a secret, for who wouldn't, but she was unsure what exactly he might be interested in telling her. Taking some of Raven's advice and choosing not to ask for a thing directly she leaned toward him slightly. "Tell you mine if you tell me yours." She winked playfully, her mind whirring with possibilities of how she would hopefully, ultimately, get him off her bartop.Patience, she knew, was key.

long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers

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