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

your skies' a shade of grey


Posted on May 10, 2019 by boone kendrick
West



He listens to the other's comments on the cat situation, his answer offering no sort of closure, only feelings of irritation and annoyance. While he did know that there were quiet a few feline shifters in the area, last he heard they were much larger cats - lions, tigers, and leopards. "If they were truly shifters, they should be embarrassed to shift in public. Of all the things to shift into, they are fucking pussy cats. What a disgrace." He would quickly off himself had he been born a domestic cat shifter. But Boone knew that this cats were just cats - they reacted like feral cats with no sort of human interaction at all. Shifters at least had some common sense.

The conversation shifts easily from the cats to the woman he had left so haphazardly on the bench. The stranger seemed to have some sort of conscious and he supposed that he thought Boone had one too. Unfortunately, there wasn't much of a soul to Boone. He really did what he wanted and that was that.

Boone informed the man that he wasn't taking this woman home because he preferred his exploits to at least be conscious. It wasn't a lie. Boone never had liked the look of a bump on a log as a bed partner. Sex was supposed to be fun and required equal participation. He certainly couldn't get any of that with the woman at his side.

However, when he asks if he was going to throw her in a cab, Boone looks up at him with a set glare. Was he really implying that Boone would simply leave this woman alone, on a bench, by herself? Actually, he'd done it before. While he intended to leave her there tonight, he supposed he didn't want to look like a complete asshole. "My driver is around the corner - he'll pick her up and drive her around until she wakes up." While he initially wasn't going to force the task on the driver, he supposed that was the more humane thing to do. Perhaps the walk home would allow him to cool his hormones since there was no way in hell he was getting laid tonight.

He shrugged sort of lightly as he thrust his hands in his pockets. Eyes looked up at the other male, curiously looking him over. "Who are you anyway?" He paused for a moment, trying to see if the man was familiar at all to him. He was coming up blank. "Do you make a habit of sneaking around and spying on unsuspecting pedestrians?" He offered a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood but not so much to tell the man he wasn't being serious. Stalking was never something he admired.



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