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

i've come to talk with you again


Posted on November 28, 2019 by henry tudor
West



He had wanted to wallow in self-hated by himself. He did not want or need company in any way, shape or form. So when the door to his cabin opened and he heard Tet and the puppy enter, Henry groaned beneath the covers. He still tried to ignore them, hoping that they would get whatever they needed and get out as soon as humanly possible. He wanted to be left alone and they certainly were not leaving him alone.

But before he could demand that they leave, he was suddenly floating in the air and away from his bed. And when his body landed on the cold ceramic coating of the bathtub, he was unpleasantly surprised to find that he was already soaking wet along with his comforter and his top sheet. "Jesus fucking Christ, Tet. What the fuck was that for?" Already he was scrambling to his feet, kicking off the covers and standing to look at Tet with a relatively dark glare.

Reaching for the facet, he flipped off the water and grabbed his towel that hung loosely on the towel rack next to the tub. He began to rub the towel through his blonde locks before drying off the rest of his body.

Stepping from the bathtub, he kicked off his boxers and finished drying off before he stormed back into the chilly room and began to rummage through the boxes until he found a pair of what he thought was clean boxers and a shirt. "What do you want? Isn't it clear that I don't want to be social today." He didn't want to be social any day, but especially not today. His depression had a hold so firmly on him that there was nothing he felt like doing other than staying in bed. He didn't want to eat, to drink, to smile. The drugs and alcohol weren't helping. Nothing was helping. He wanted Sterling. He wanted to repeat that last few moments with him so he could try and change the future. He wanted a future with Sterling...not the future where he was stuck in this cargo ship for the rest of his life.




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