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 July 08, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
She hefted the crate with relative ease, strength a gift of their kind but the multitude of bottles was not light weight as she climbed the stairs carefully. She was glad Raven waited to ask her question until she had ascended the stairs, multitasking wasn't always her best skill and it wouldn't do to go tumbling down the flight of stairs before such a busy night; for that she was sure neither Tetradore nor Raven would ever forgive her. Still she could see the curiosity on the wolf's face at her reply, the girls response only further accentuating her interest at just what had possessed Carolina to return to such a place after what had transpired in the past.
She chewed her lip for a moment as she tried to formulate an answer that might make sense to her companion without perhaps diving into a story best left for later. How to convey the sense of desperation she had felt knowing that if she didn't land a job she would be homless and hungry.
It was probably the best explaination she could offer with the start of the nights festivities looming ever closer there was work to be done. She had kept her nose to the ground these last few months, working hard to show that their faith in her hadn't been misplaced. Even if it was more tenative faith on Tetradore's part. Dumping her case on the counter she watched Raven gently place her own down before she answered Carolina's own curiosity about how she had come to be here. Rather straightfoward apparently, as if living within a giant steel ship was a normal occurance. She leaned gently against the bar top and smiled gently at the wolf.