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

i know there is hope in these waters


Posted on November 02, 2022 by ashton doss
West



This encounter was awkward to say the least. This bar was hidden in a strange part of town, he smelled fully, and some guy was talking to him in normal English but it came out of his mouth like riddles that needed to be solved. Ashton was far more confused than he perhaps should be, but nothing dampened his spirt nor his smile. No matter how uncomfortable he was feeling, he still smiled.

At the strangers follow up question (because it seemed he didn't like or didn't believe that he liked to were nice clothes), Ashton simply shook his head. "No, I did not." What he didn't tell the man was that he wasn't really a betting boy. He had been taught that gambling was the work of the devil and he was to refrain. He'd never gambled a day in his life. But he was certain that if he told this stranger that he didn't gamble, the man's criticizing gaze would only grow stronger.

He listened as the other gave a little more background on his own accent, saying he was from Georgia originally. Ashton gave him a smile. "I must say I did visit Atlanta a few years ago. The trees are pretty there, but the heat and humidity is something I am not accustomed to." Walking outside and being instantly wet was not a look he liked. While he enjoyed his time in Atlanta, the weather in August was much like the armpit of Georgia. Too hot for his liking, but beautiful all the same.

It was here that Ashton offered the handshake, trying to show the other that he was no threat. He was as he said, simply here to enjoy a bud...and to scope out a place to take Malia. This was definitely not the place but he didn't dare mention that. Thankfully, the other took his hand in a friendly gentleman's shake and offered his name: Darcy. It was definitely a southern name, one rooted deep in history. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Darcy." As always, his smile was soft and comforting.

Eyes watched as the other eased into the barstool next to him. At least this position was slightly less threatening. The other wasn't looking down on him but more looking at him now. At least, it felt less threatening.

At his comment about his kind coming here, Ashton shrugged. At the question if he was a dog, he nodded. But when asked if he had come to this bar specifically for a bud, he knew he was caught. No way in hell a dog would come into a car bar for a beer. And yet, it was Ashton's inexperience and newness to Sacrosanct that made him horribly uneducated. "I simply did a google search for bars to try out. I did not realize the type of establishment this was until I walked inside. But admittedly, I was already committed. So I ordered my bud anyway." Again, he would not tell the man that he was looking for a respectable establishment to take Malia to. That would be insulting and Ashton was anything but. "I did not wish to turn around without at least ordering one drink." Although now he wished he had simply left. "If I am unwelcome, I can surely leave."



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