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 December 29, 2021 by Ben Collins
West

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



His heart was racing.

It was as if time had slowed, for everyone but them, the moment the Emerance turned to look him in the eye and speak so softly to him. If she was indeed a dream, his dream, Ben knew he didn't want to wake up. There was nothing in the real world for him that would measure up to this. "Perhaps this ole' noggin isn't as useless as they all say then..." He rambled with a wide grin across his prickly, oily face. "If I summoned you from it."

He felt a warm flush rush to his cheeks in slight embarrassment. He never spoke this much, not out loud, at least. And maybe he wasn't speaking out loud anyway, if this was all just a dream. His dream. And if it were his dream, he should speak as much as he wants, right? Needless to say, Ben didn't know how to talk to attractive women. But this was his dream.

And such, he skipped ahead, dancing wildly for a moment or two as he balanced on the white painted lines of the crosswalk, and let out a loud "Yaaaahoooo!" For a second, he extended his hand to Emerance, wanting to twirl her around in the street, but at the last second, he recoiled, fearful of the pain that was to come - for him and her - well, her, if she had in fact been a real living girl. But he didn't let his mishap get the best of him, and instead continued to skip ahead until they reached the concrete sidewalk on the other side of the intersection.

Jet lag was beginning to weigh heavily on him now, adding an extra layer of confusion to what was real and what wasn't. His eyelids were becoming tougher to keep open. "I hope we find it soon, Em." He offered in exasperation.

Next she was peppering him with questions and his brow furrowed. He felt overwhelmed. "They took my monies weeks ago." He offered. "I signed the paperwork." But he had no proof of any of that, not on him at least.

Ben Collins | Fairy | Vinyl

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