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

take your hand, my dear, and place them both in mine


Posted on March 08, 2020 by henry tudor
West



There was mass panic on the docks. Everyone was screaming and flailing, as if the dock itself would sink as well as the large cargo ship. He had just barely made it onto the dock when he heard his name being called from behind him. He recognized the voice as that of Tetradore. Head turned to look at the man as he gestured towards the gathering crowd, tasking Henry to move the masses. How the fuck was he supposed to do that? He only nodded his head and waved haphazardly, his only indication that he would at least try to accomplish the task that he had been given.

After Tetradore had disappeared back onto the cargo ship, Henry looked around him. There was a large stack of wooden crates and he easily scaled them, standing on top so he could overlook the crowd. Someone from the crowd handed him a megaphone and Henry couldn't even see who had handed it to him so he could thank them.

With a deep breath and a steady sigh, he flipped on the megaphone. "Alright, everyone. Please proceed off the docks in a calm and orderly fashion." Of course, no one was listening to him as he tried to nicely tell the group to move along. He supposed he would have to use so not-so-friendly suggestions in order to move the masses. "EVERYONE NEEDS TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND GET YOUR ASSES OFF THE DOCKS BEFORE WE CALL THE COPS!" That seemed to get some people's attention and slowly, they began to move towards the end of the docks, successfully making room for all of the cars being driven off the boat and to be parked along the dock.

Once all the cars were safely parked along the dock, Henry moved to where the pack was gathering. His eyes looked onto the Ark, the floating cargo ship no longer floating. As it finally sank beneath the blue ocean, Henry looked around him at his pack. They all looked lost. None of them had homes to go to. No where to go and hardly any worldly goods. What a mess they were.

His eyes fell on Tetradore first, looking to him for leadership. But it was Raven's words that brought his gaze to her. He did not miss the way her hand rested absent mindedly upon her belly, but he said nothing of it. It wasn't his business anyway. "You rebuild. You get back up, brush off the dust, and keep moving." He had been in this situation more times than he could count. He may have made some poor decisions in his life, but he knew that they would be fine in the end. At least this time, he would make this journey again with his pack...his family. "The Ark is just a vessel - four walls, a floor, and a roof. The ark can be replaced...our pack can't. We'll all be fine because he have each other." Henry was hardly the most sentimental of the group, but he like some of the people needed to hear that they were family, that they could do anything if they had each other.




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