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 haven't ever really found a place that I call home


Posted on December 20, 2020 by emerance
West


Her head tilted to the side at the sound of his soft murmuring, the action prompted her brunette locks to sway ever so slightly. The jade hue of her gaze remained intent upon him as she watched his hand suddenly tighten into a fist. The moment passed as quickly as it came, his eyes rapidly blinking as he focused upon her with a warm smile. How...unusual. Vaguely, she couldn't help but wonder what had prompted such a reaction. What went on in that head of his? What seemed to, at least temporarily, perturb him so greatly? Emerance hardly held it against him, however, the young girl's features so easily twisting into an easy, albeit tender smile of her own. She leaned back in her seat, her back brushing up against the vinyl of the booth if only to better watch him. He winced, his hand balling into a fist again before suddenly releasing as he turned his attention back upon her. Her smile never once waned, even as he inquired after her name - his instance that she was made-up only confirming the young woman's suspicion that there was something a miss with the man. Schizophrenia? Perhaps? Psychology had never really been her point of interest, much less it's many attempts to explain her own fucked up family.

"Emerance, but you can call me Em, if you'd like." She offered easily, her gaze following his own towards his coffee cup. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ben." Emerance continued as he finished off his beverage. He reached into his pocket, rooting around within it before he pulled out a note, the particular piece of paper fully catching Emerance's attention. Her immaculate fingers reached out, delicately plucking the cash from the table only to pick up the pound in a wholly fascinated way. An English pound. She'd never seen one before. She'd always wanted to go though, to England, that is. "I'll trade you this..." Emerance commented, slightly waving the pound at him before she reached for her purse, plucking from it a few dollars - enough, at least, to cover his coffee. "For this?" She placed the bills upon the table, only to lean forward ever so slightly. "How about it, hm?" The pound was...useless really, so far from England and yet it was more of...sentimental value, so to speak. A souvenir for her unexpected morning.

Her attention, however, hardly lingered upon her bill proposition for long before the apartment clipping he'd pulled from his pocket garnered her interest. It was a place in the West and Emerance had desired to further explore the part of town she'd never much frequented. This, she decided, was a great opportunity to do so. Her offer to assist him seemed well received, even with the raised brow she was presented with. That grin once again alit his features and eagerly the young woman returned it before she slid from the booth, the apartment's brochure still in hand. "Shall we then?" She inquired, gesturing slightly towards the door with little consideration of the awakening city or slowly filling streets. Emerance, unfortunately, had the habit of being wholly single-minded when she set her thoughts to something. He seemed as if he could use some assistance and she, in turn, had decided it was her only goal for the day to fulfill it.

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