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
Paper please
Posted on March 27, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
Tipson had certainly considered possibility of a freak with some of her statements and at this point would hardly be surprised if she was one but he tried not to put that top of his list of answers. Tipson wasn't a fan of freaks and they were the minority of society. He'd be turning his head at every shadow if he imagined too many people as freaks. If this girl was one he didn't particularly want to know it. Innocent till proven guilty. So far she seemed pleasant enough. In one form or another not normal but he was fine not knowing why if she was fine not sharing.
Tipson shrugged at her suggestion, "it's still just being used as payment. Instead of putting a coin in a person's hand you put it in a machine slot. The coin itself is still just as boring as it was before. You traded it off for something more fun. The only real reason to have money is spend it to get things of better value." He wasn't going to bore her with details of bills and debts or any such minor things.
Tipson let Malia take the lead to show him the way to the diner, grinning both at her happiness on getting to go to her diner as well as her skepticism on a flying paper 'bird'. "It's best if they have some normal paper to make it with. I can make something much better with that." Broke on the street meant finding ways to have fun with nothing. Paper airplanes and some other little origami were things he'd learned. Paper was something that you could find in easy supply, sometimes of better sorts than others.
Once in Tipson slid into a seat next to Malia, once more facing her instead of side to side. He noticed the expression she got from the lady and could only guess what sort of antics she might have had here. "I guess the meal of the day is cheese fries by my understanding. Just some water to go with it I think. Oh, and by chance would you have any spare paper I could have?" The 'bird' might be even more important than the fries by the girl's interest. He'd avoid telling the lady he planned to fly the plane in the diner.
Tipson noticed the lady didn't bother staying there to long once the order was made and the paper he got was a page from a scratch pad. That would work. The part at the top was torn to show he she'd ripped it out instead of giving time to carefully pull it but that was hardly a surprise. "Ah, this will work well enough for a moderate plane.