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
long nights in your car, mornings in your arms
Posted on March 17, 2022 by henry tudor
I will
in spite of the ache
Some asshole had decided that the weather today would be bleaker than any other day of the year. The thunder stormed loudly outside, the rain falling hard on Sacrosanct. Even out on the water the waves were thrashing against the yacht making it move and sway despite being anchored. Henry had wanted to go out and find something to do other than stay here. And yet...the weather made that impossible.
The last thing Henry wanted to do was be here in a place that bought up bad memories instead of good ones. Ever since the Ark had sunk, Henry had never felt like this place was home. It made him feel anxious and uneasy and he swore Tet did it on purpose just to be an ass to him. While the logical part of him said it wasn't really meant like that, the unrationed part of him that seemed to take over was more than happy to make him wish he had died a long time ago.
Instead of being able to eat his meager breakfast and leave the boat, Henry was forced to stay onboard and make something of his day. Once he had eaten, he decided the next best thing to do was to drown his sorrows and his anxiety in glasses of liquor. Was it the best idea? No. But at least he wasn't doing drugs. Sometimes you just have to be thankful for the little things.
He made sure to only wear socks so he might not be heard as he moved through the boat, careful not to draw attention to himself. The last thing he wanted was for someone to stop and try to talk to him. Positioning himself behind the bar, he pulled out a cup and then turned to the wall of spirits in the hopes that he might find something that called his name on this very special occasion of self-loathing.
Henry Tudor
I will rise a thousands times again
Replies
- you've been asleep while i've been in hell - By AIDEN TETRADORE on March 20, 2022 at 8:32 PM
- from five hour calls to nothing at all - By henry tudor on March 21, 2022 at 12:19 PM
- I stand in the corner like a tired boxer - By AIDEN TETRADORE on March 27, 2022 at 11:53 AM
- i guess i missed the signs, writing on the wall - By henry tudor on March 28, 2022 at 9:08 AM
- One hand on my cheekbone, one hand on the rope - By AIDEN TETRADORE on April 06, 2022 at 10:27 AM
- don't know where it all went wrong - By Henry Tudor on April 18, 2022 at 8:44 PM
- And all my veins pump blood into my throat - By AIDEN TETRADORE on May 05, 2022 at 8:57 PM
- but this is how it's got to be - By Henry Tudor on August 20, 2022 at 5:10 PM
- So I can hit the note, go do it all again - By AIDEN TETRADORE on August 28, 2022 at 11:14 AM
- i need someone to tell me - By henry tudor on October 12, 2022 at 3:09 AM
- Tell 'em all I said hi, hope you've been well - By AIDEN TETRADORE on October 31, 2022 at 7:33 PM