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

Those rhymes you kicked were garbage son, you're hardly a contender


Posted on April 06, 2020 by Ryuji Hiroto
West

Ryuji Hiroto

"Everything goes exactly how I predicted it, though minutiae is different, I nailed the gist of it" -Uyama Hiroto


Ryuji's eyes glossed over as he stared at his phone screen, trying to remember a certain word that lingered on the tip of his tongue, to complete the rhyme for the last section of his lyrics. One could tell he was completely enveloped in his own world as his brows furrowed and he continued to bite his bottom lip in habit as he inhaled his cigarette. "Not all fall from grace, for us we have to set-...have to...set.." Ryu mumbles to himself, trying to come up with the best way to complete the rhyme. There is a sudden, "Hey you!" bellowed in his direction as he feels a warm liquid crawl across his lap. Getting up suddenly, he looks down and smells the intrusive fruity cocktail he was now wearing.

It was a good day to wear black jeans he thought to himself. However, you could still notice the splattered drink across his pants. Glancing up, he sees a pink fluffy haired woman suddenly standing up looking as though she was ready to pounce into action. "Oh my god- I am so sorry!" he heard the vibrant haired gal wince as there was a sudden blush that flared up across her cheeks. She asked Ryuji if she could get him a towel and proceeded to apologize again. Grabbing the napkin that was holding his drink, he tried to soak up as much as he could. "It's aight," he stated still tending to dry his pants. "It happens," he added. He would have been less forgiving if the gal was drunk however, this woman seemed sober. He couldn't help to be a bit annoyed though, as it was one of the very few of his outfits that he used solely to perform. Also, he was sure that out of anyone at the bar, the first plastered woman that tried earlier to desperately talk to him would have been the one to spill a drink.

He notices the fit pink haired woman extend a bar towel towards him then proceed to turn to the light-haired poised woman beside her asking if she was okay. He leans towards both women and places the bar towel between the two. "here, looks like you guys might need it more than I." As he goes to return to his seat, shivers crawl down his back as he notices the sloppy drunk, he dismissed earlier now making eye contact with him and started getting up from her bar chair. In order to avoid dealing with the lady again, he decided to engage with the two women. Eyeing them he stated, "So, you both don't look like the typical sort of people for this kind of music. What brings you here?" He can't help but show relief as the drunk woman looks disheartened by him leaning towards the two women and plops back down, nearly missing the barstool, she pouts into her empty beer glass.


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