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
this conversation ain't comin' easily
Posted on November 04, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
As a requirement the delicate woman had learned quickly how to read a man's intention, the rougher sex so often wearing their intentions on their proverbial sleeves. Perhaps it was arrogance, or simply their being blessed with little to no need to hide such things as the fairer sex often did. In the line of work she had previously specialized in it was almost necessary that she be able to take the veritable measure of a man at a glance or within those first few moments of speaking with him. It was something she had rather perfected over the years, a sort of self-preservation that enabled her to pick the right targets when such a thing had been her way. It was that sense that had led to hear wariness of Frost even with so little knowledge of the man, and her vehemence that she had little to no desire to see him again even if he was content to consider their account settled as she hoped. It was uncommon for her to be wrong about someone, though it did happen and when it did it went badly for her as she had found out in the not too distant past. She winced inwardly at the memory, but was content to leave it buried for now as she focused her intentions on he delicacy between her fingertips.
The silence stretched between the felines, and yet she found to her surprise and pleasure that it was a comfortable one, Tetradore so tending to be a man who spoke no more than was necessary she was coming to find and she appreciated that about him. His tendency to cut to the heart of a matter clear as he so bluntly asked what her intentions were in his home and place of business, and yet for all her perceptiveness she did not see his offer coming. Despite her usually flighty nature, it was easy for Carolina to see the life she could have if she stayed here, to allow herself to settle down for once and allow her life to take roots. She hoped she made her intentions clear, reiterating her appreciation for her job and all that working here had done for her, but her trepidations were rather clear as she warily questions what exactly that could mean for her.
At least he was honest with her, which only made sense he did not seem the type to make empty promises simply to gain another member of his ranks. There was no sugar coating it as he laid out what would not only be expected of her, but what it would give her in return. To be fair it seemed the benefits far outweighed what she would be expected to do in return, no doubt it seemed she would be getting the better end of this deal and yet she found herself unable to commit right away. She chewed her bottom lip absentmindedly as she mulled it over, although her eyebrows rose appreciatively as he finished. He was through, effectively quelling a quiet fear that she didn't know had begun building in her chest when he had first proposed the idea to her. She nodded slightly to herself, yes Tetradore for all his shady business was a good person and while it made the idea all the more appealing she was not quite ready to commit just yet.
Her blonde head bobbed once more towards him to show her understanding.
Offering him a wry smile she leaned forward a bit conspiratorially,
Replies
- the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead - By AIDEN TETRADORE on November 16, 2019 at 8:10 AM