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

Her words are spiderwebs inside my head


Posted on July 20, 2020 by Spencer Lombardo
West


I don't think I'll make it out alive
see the devil living in those eyes


The day had been relatively slow; only a small trickle of his regular customers dropping in for a few minutes before departing and hardly any new ones. Spencer had realized he may be in for even longer day when he completed most of the tasks needed by lunch time, leaving him to puzzle over what he would do come afternoon. While he contributed the success of his productivity to the absence of the constant thorn in his side that he would not name least it summon a headache, silently he may admit he may not have completely totally loathingly tolerated her company. Of all the things she was, boring was not one. A nuisance, a pain in his ass, the bane of his existence, his tormentor, his headache... but not boring.

Leaning against the counter, flipping absently through a gardening catalogue as he mulled over possibly expanding his garden (again). Maybe he would try his hand at something that could be picked up at the average store instead of requiring numerous permits or backroom deals to acquire. Like peonies. Those were somewhat popular right? The old teetering ladies on his street seemed to enjoy them. While the thought of growing something for its looks wasn't the most appealing (he preferred utility), the more his home seemed the average run-of-the-mill nondescript place the better. People didn't tend to snoop or ask too many questions if there was nothing that seemed out of place.

Still, gardening just to have something "pretty" seemed a waste of time and resources.

His eyes flicked toward the front door as he heard the bell chime, telling him of a new customer, mildly curious to see what wandered in. That mild curiosity turned into a brief moment of disinterest then recognition then (ever so briefly) disbelief before settling on slight annoyance. Despite the range of emotions, outwardly it was mostly expressed by a slight lift of his brow before turning into a furrow as he turned all his attention to the woman. His position shifted from lazily leaning on his hip against the counter, to fully facing her, catalogue discarded forgotten on a shelf below the counter out of sight and arms folding across his chest. This is what he gets for not appreciating the rare quiet day. A new headache.

His eyebrow arched at her jovial tone, the 'slight' annoyance elevating to 'mild' annoyance. Miss her? Why the hell would he miss her after she had left him stranded on the opposite side of the city after making him treat her to dinner so they could talk business. While, yes, he had made a very good profit on that transaction, he slight had not appreciated the unexpected costs - particularly the cab ride back home that came with a free twenty minute wait for a bloody cab to show up.

"Miss Solarn, I can't say that I have." Honestly, for how long ago their meeting was, he was a bit impressed with himself that he recalled her name. On the other hand, maybe he should have elected to feign ignorance or forgetfulness rather than admit she left enough of an impression. Well, too late now. His eyes flicked behind her to the large front windows, scanning the parking lot before resting back on her. "No flashy car today?"

That wasn't really the question he wanted to ask, and she probably knew that as much as he did. What he wanted to ask was why the hell she was in his shop and was she actually serious at this moment? Really, he should just throw her out. He would be well within his right to do so.



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