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

we're in the homestretch of the hard times


Posted on February 14, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

Carolina
Grace Bedford.

It was early as she rolled out of bed with bleary eyes and blonde hair tousled, well relatively speaking at least. Five-thirty pm as she glanced at the clock and groaned before rubbing a hand over her face. Ever since the Ark's reappearance Carolina had been readjusting to her more nocturnal way of life and preparing for the day that bar would soon re-open. She was eager for it, for the work and distraction that ship was always able to provide, and there was nothing like falling into the sheets fully exhausted just as dawn was beginning to creep over the horizon. Still this "morning" had her scrambling, hurriedly pulling on slightly tattered jeans and one of her favorite sweaters before adding on a warm jacket for good measure. A wise choice as she stepped outside into a bitter wind and snow beginning to fall in large flakes and flurries that had her cursing slightly under her breath.

Few things she missed about her home state, but the weather at least rarely turned this bitter down South. Tucking her hands deep in her well-insulated pockets she hurried down the sidewalk towards the bookshop she had heard so much about. By pure luck she had overheard the conversation a few nights back regarding a newer bookshop that had sprung up in the West with an eclectic collection, but it had been enough to pique her interest. A quick internet search showed it was quite literally around the corner and that it closed at six most evenings.

Her pace increased just a bit, but she didn't mind the way it warmed her blood at lest slightly as she rounded one final corner and saw the quaint store front ahead. A smile already bloomed on her lips as she made it to the door, reading the painted letters briefly and laughing lightly at the pun that name alluded to before pushing the door in. That slight bell that accentuated her entrance caused her turquoise gaze to sweet the interior for the proprietor.

The last thing she expected was the slight figure perched behind the counter with a pile of books before her with bright hair and a brighter smile. The surprise was washed from her features as she returned that smile openly, gesturing to the wide expanse of shelves that were full to the brim and near spilling over into the isles. "I heard about a new bookstore in town and just had to see for myself." The interior of the shop was cozy, the leopard easily able to imagine curling up and losing herself within any number of those stories quite easily... Turning her gaze back to the store's owner she nodded slightly at her offer of recommendations, as the were loved to read and was always on the look out for the next great book often by recommendations. "I just recently finished the last of my books, I would love a new one to get lost in!" She stepped a bit further into the store, nose twitching at the myriad of old paper and book scents that were near comforting. "Show me what you've got!" Carolina did love to be surprised.

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

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