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
from five hour calls to nothing at all
Posted on March 21, 2022 by henry tudor
I will
in spite of the ache
He had just managed to pull down an already opened bottle of whiskey when he heard Tet's voice behind him. He had been mostly avoiding the other were (well, all people really) just because he didn't want to deal with his criticisms or comments. He didn't want to be made to feel guilty for his lack of help around the place or his lack of presence at all. But perhaps most of all, he wasn't going to start a fight with him over picking a fucking yacht of all vessels to support the family business. It wasn't worth the effort.
He reached for a second glass, pouring them both a glass, his own a little more full than the other. He slid it across the bar, the glass sliding with the rocking of the boat and landed just before his maker. "It's five o'clock somewhere." He was mostly left to his own devices and most of the time wasn't given any trouble.
There were only a few people who knew the hobbies he had been trying. He had tried fishing, poor Carolina had to witness that one. He'd tried golfing and knitting, painting and writing. Hell, he'd even tried running and reading. Nothing seemed to take his mind off how shitty his life was.
He sighed, bringing the glass to his lips and enjoying the burn of the alcohol as he tore through his esophagus. "Why are you wet?" Not that he really cared about the answer. Then again, maybe it would give them some sort of anchor for conversation. It seemed like they had nothing in common anymore...not that they really had any to begin with.
Henry Tudor
I will rise a thousand times again
Replies
- 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