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
What a picture is worth
Posted on February 26, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
Tipson lit up a cigarette as he left the warehouse and strolled down the pavement. His attire of the evening included a t-shirt with a fraying collar, jeans that had seen better days. The shoes he wore had once been black but were now some sort of grayish shade from time taking its toll on them. A bit of leather string hung around his neck with a dragon charm hanging from it. Everything Tipson wore around here was cheap and old, things that weren't worth taking the time to steal.
He'd just finished a meeting with Franky who had hired Tipson to break into someone's home but not to steal. It was one of the more irritating jobs for Tipson but one that often paid good money. The young lady was apparently some form of an inventor and had been talking about some great new invention she was making. She'd apparently made another inventor jealous. He didn't need whatever it was she was making but he wanted all the information she had on it. Tipson assumed he planned to try and make the same thing first unless he wanted to figure out how to break it in the future? Tipson didn't really care. As long as it made him money Tipson could take some pictures.
The young man had an address to hit and was assured the residents of the house were normal humans. Tipson charged a hell of a lot more to risk his neck stealing from freaks. As much as he didn't care for the unnatural he also didn't want to get on their bad side. Enough money or favors owed had put him in some pretty nasty spots in the past.
Taking a puff of the cigarette he watched the smoke quickly fade in the air as it rose. Tonight was easy, he'd watch the house a bit, go home, drink and go to bed. Tomorrow he would get a better view of the neighborhood during the day and on the third day, he'd visit at whatever time it seemed people tended to be out of the house. He assumed it would be morning but who knew with inventors. They were a screwy bunch of people.
Tipson was taking his time as he strolled, enjoying the cigarette. Funny, Tipson mused, he had a motorcycle but when did he ever use it? Tipson spent most of his time either riding a bus or walking where he wanted to go. The motorcycle had seemed like a good idea but it just didn't seem as natural.