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

Step one: a little trust


Posted on February 25, 2022 by Bjorn Larsen
West
Bjørn Larsen
I know just what you're running from

The kid is obviously in pain. The broken rib(s?) make movement painful and Bjørn winces in sympathy as the kid reaches forward to grab his knife, his forehead crinkling as he attempts to control the pain. Hazel eyes search the thief's face as Bjørn speaks of the black box, looking to see how the man will react. If the kid lies to him, the hunter will take him to the doctor and then wherever he wants but that will be the end of the conversation. He watches as the young man weigh his options, Bjørn keeping a neutral, almost bored, expression on his face. The smirk and rough words that are ground out through the thief's swollen throat have the hunter's mouth twitching up. Maybe this kid isn't so bad after all.

Slipping the black box into one of his jackets hidden inner pockets, Bjørn steps back from the man, Tipsy, to exit. One eyebrow lifts, as Tipson gives his name, the hunter unsure of it is his real name or a fake one. Ah, what the hell? Might as well show the kid some trust. Deep voice rumbles out as the hunter says, "My name's Bjørn. You can call me Bo. My car is this way." The hunter turns and starts to slowly walk back to his car, dipping his head in acknowledgment to the thief's thanks. Bjørn has seen what vampires can do to humans, the hours of torture they can inflict while still managing to keep the person alive and aware. No one deserves that.

But still, Bjørn has always been uncomfortable receiving others gratitude. He is cursed with this immortal life but that did not change who he is. As the pair move, the hunter keeps close to the injured Tipsy, while also trying to give the young man space. He worries he might scare the kid off, so he takes everything slowly like he would with a wounded, vicious animal. Tipsy's rough voice catches the hunter's ears and Bjørn has to stop himself from gently scolding the injured man for talking with a swollen throat. The kid seems more at ease talking, and the hunter decides to indulge Tipsy curiosity. Usually, he would prefer silence, years (or was it decades?) alone have taught Bjørn how to be at peace with himself, to be comfortable when there is no noise expecting the beating of own heart.

A smirk plays across the hunter's lips as Tipsy questions him and Bjørn says, "Playing 'hero' isn't really my thing. Those blood suckers were shipping in something dangerous... something ancient. I was trying to figure out what that was. You may have helped me with that part." Glancing to the injured thief, the hunter reaches up to tap the hidden black box inside his jacket, letting Tip know that it might be important. Quickly, Bjørn adds, "However, I am a man of my word. This box is yours. Once you see the doctor, you will have it." A black bumper peeks out from behind a shipping container and the hunter ushers Tipsy toward it. It is a modest black sedan; no fancy company or unnecessary gaudy painting marks it. A simple car that is obviously used for its purpose; getting from point A to point B.

As the pair approach the car, Bjørn fishes the keys from his pants pocket and hits the button to unlock the doors. Opening the passenger door for Tipsy, the hunter turns around to look at the young man and says, "There is only two rules I ask you to follow, Tipsy. Do not lie to me. Do not steal from me. If you can do those two things, we will get along fine." Hazel eyes look at the thief, waiting to see if Tipsy will agree to these terms before he allows him into the car.

"Bjørn speaks"

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