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
thought we had a million, but baby we got nothing
Posted on November 21, 2020 by Carolina Grace Bedford
While the Pacific Northwest was by no means a stranger to precipitation, they tended more towards constant drizzle and thunderstorms were less frequent by far. At this point the storm would have already driven the leopard into the darkened depths of her closet to ride out the roiling tempest beneath the cover of a blanket and noise-cancelling headphones which helped but did not stop the vibrations from the thunder which still seemed to soak into her bones. It takes extreme effort on her part to maintain her composure as that sound echoes outside of her apartment. Fear delegating that she lose all sense of reality that thunder cannot actually harm her as it elicits that instinctual response to flee and hide at all costs. Carolina managing to keep it in check just enough, likely due to the juxtaposing joy and excitement she had just felt in their escapade before she relinquishes the artist's sketchbook back into his possession. His own relief palpable as he holds it close once again.
The heavy silence which then envelopes then has her already raw nerves on end, tingling with a mixture of intrigue and a sense of anticipation which is not entirely proper. The normally overwhelmingly curious side of her intensified by frayed nerves and perhaps a touch too much quarantine as she looked up at the dark-haired hunter in her home. For a moment she contemplates acting on the whim to close the distance between them if only to see the response it might elicit behind his curiously calm façade. And yet he breaks the tension in a friendly if not slightly awkward manner and though she can be forward she has never pushed someone past where they wanted to go.
She still felt a sense of satisfaction in the entire exchange, even as she agreed that it had been very nice to run into him again and moved to flip the light on by the entryway. Turning back with a smile and a request that he not be a stranger in the future. The clash of resonating thunder which punctuated her words however broke that familiar cover of humor on which she so often relied for a moment, the storm no doubt nearly fully upon the city by now she knew its frequency would only increase in the coming minutes. Still she managed a light smile as he agreed to her request, watching as he opened that sketchbook one last time to remove the artwork which she had so adamantly admired before. Leaning against the door to keep it open she took the drawing from him and held it carefully before her, letting her eyes take in the wild scene once more, knowing that she would need to find a frame for it soon.
Her gaze shifted back to him as he continued on, offering her... what? Help? Relief? She wasn't quite sure what lingered in his dark as she studied him for a moment.