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

Try to keep yourself awake


Posted on September 21, 2021 by Ben Collins
West

Was I left behind? Someone tell me, tell me I survived.



stop it. stop it. stop it. stop it.

Under the bright morning sun, Ben tried his best to keep his pace in line with Emerance. Whether real or made up, she was speedy, expertly navigating the damp, cracked sidewalks, despite the general bustle of the morning hour. But Ben was having trouble focusing. With the empty diner in his rearview, the sounds and thoughts of everything that passed him flooded his brain.

His blue eyes trained on her as she casually offered up some information about his new neighborhood. Ben wasn't flush with cash, but grew up in a well-to-do middle class family in the city. In early adulthood, he found himself drifting into more nefarious places and spending time with more questionable people, drawing himself into the underbelly of London. Seedy certainly felt right at home. He feigned a tight-lipped smile at her advice not to venture out after dark. "You got it, Em." He said over the commotion in his head.

Whether or not Em's thoughts and ideas drifted around in there or not, he'd never be able to make out. It wasn't like Ben knew what was happening to him anyway. It was all too loud. It was chaos. There was no exit. His brain was just busy like this until he took another pill. The noise never fully went away, he just became less agitated by it. The pills drifted him into a numb-like state. One that made him more "obedient." People who knew him seemed to like him best when he was obedient.

The plastic orange pill bottle still bulged from his denim pocket, what was left of the script he filled back home tossing around in there. Occasionally he wondered what he would do when the pills ran out. Would it send him into the same sort of recluse paranoia that got him committed the first time around? Ben grit his teeth and closed his eyes sharply. Now wasn't the time to worry about this.

"You must have somewhere more important to be." He blurted out, as they walked across the street. One grimy, gloved hand ran through the greasy blond locks before he returned it to the safe keeping of his pants pocket. "Even if you're a dream, there must be better looking blokes to haunt."

Ben Collins | Fairy | Vinyl

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