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
Innocent trip to the market
Posted on February 24, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
It was morning, at least Tipson's version of morning, meaning it was about noon. Since his jobs sometimes included late hours and he liked unwinding after work it meant late to bed and late to rise. The young man wore a frayed blue jean jacket along with faded jeans, neither of which had any fancy brand to them. A medium-sized worn-down bag was dangling from a strap over his shoulder, like Tipson attire it had seen better days. Regardless of what he could steal for himself, there were times it was just dumb as hell to dress up, which in his case was most of the time.
This area was one of Tipson's favorites to be as a lot of folks who played decent civilized folk in richer areas became their true selves, masks of kindness faded to greedy and keenly observant. Tipson kept his best charismatic grin on his face. He was a regular enough face in the streets so that most would assume he lived here and knew the basic rules in such areas. Not the best target to steal from and by his getup he likely had nothing to give.
Despite what common sense said about how to handle yourself in the area there was always bound to be an idiot or two. They were the targets and it wasn't hard to find them, the trick was finding them before someone else did. It was daytime at least, the real 'fun' was at night. For now, Tipson was heading to the black market. The warehouse was only another block away and the items inside were just waiting to be priced.
Tipson had no desire to keep a gun for himself but he could still likely make some good money from the ones he grabbed. Tipson wanted nothing on his person that took away from the harmless act and besides guns were only so good against most of the real dangers here. For more fun, he'd also swiped two grenades and a fancy watch from the weapon collectors' house.
Yup, sell the weapons then later tonight he'd be able to drink his ass off and gamble the money away, or win, it didn't matter really. Who cared about money when the whole city was a vending machine of items to steal?