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 felt alone, still feel afraid


Posted on November 24, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

You throw your head back, and you spit in the wind
Let the walls crack, 'cause it lets the light in
Let 'em drag you through hell
They can't tell you to change who you are
That's all I know so far

While Carolina didn't necessarily know what was eating at Henry, there was no doubt in her mind that something gnawed at him harder than the fish that now so happily fed on his bait. It didn't take an expert to identify a man trying to distract himself from his problems, though the leopard may very well have qualified as such; needing a diversion was something she was far too familiar with. Though she hadn't intended to end his attempt at a new hobby he seemed to have already given up on the pursuit as he eyed her suggestion skeptically. "Yep, it's the damndest thing. I always thought it was ironic that catfish loved cheese so much." Her shoulders shrugged nonchalantly, leaving Henry to do with that information as he wished.

It seemed however that he was intent on abandoning the pursuit altogether, apparently finding that fishing simply was not his thing to which she gave a sympathetic look. "A hobby, huh? Well, what do you like to do. That's probably the best place to start." Maybe finding out what he did enjoy would give her a bit of a glimpse into the rather private were. She couldn't help but feel a need to maybe try and help him cope with whatever he was currently dealing with, perhaps one wounded heart to another.

He was content to change the topic to herself however, and she couldn't really blame him it was a tactic she was rather fond of employing herself. Her earlier than normal arrival surprising for a reason, typically she would only arrive at the Ark a few hours before the crowds were set to arrive and long after the sun had already set. Yet upon asking him if he was ready to go inside the vessel he called him she was rather surprised at his instance that he didn't like to spend any more time there than he had to.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Perhaps it was that infernal and seemingly eternal curiosity that so easily sparked inside of her that had her lingering on the dock outside of that ship instead of heading up the gangplank and focusing on her own tasks at hand. Her brows knitted together in both question and concern as she peered up at the brunette beside her. "That must be tough, you room here right?" Not living there herself the southerner didn't always keep up with the current list of who actually called the Ark home, but she was pretty sure Henry had a room there. "Is it just the new ship? I know Tetra likes things all bright and shiny but it was pretty jarring at first, for me at least. Feels different, y'know?"

Her hazel gaze flitted back to that fancy boat, and while she appreciated what it was and what it provided for herself and the people she had come to view as friends a part of her missed the rusted old exterior of its predecessor. She had just felt more at place in that ship than this spotless mega-yacht, like she fit more. Was it the same for Henry? Maybe it wasn't her place to pry, but she never could quite help herself and being a empath so often had her heart being worn on her sleeve. Her eyes shifting back to the panther finally before she offered what little she could to him. "If you ever need a place to stay you're welcome to crash in my spare room. I know what it's like to need some space." She didn't expect him to accept, private as he seemed to be, but maybe just knowing he had the option would be helpful in some way.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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