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
take her to Wendy's, can't keeper off me
Posted on November 29, 2022 by Darcy Blackjack
on a steel horse I ride
Darcy's curious, mismatched gaze made little effort to hide the way he examined the other man's outfit. Such a put together ensemble was rare- especially for this bar and yet the vampire paid little heed beyond that query as to whether or not he'd lost a bet with someone. The younger man seemed almost mildly put out by that very jest and yet,true to his southern good nature, he merely offered an almost curt insistence that he had not, in fact, lost any kind of bet. Darcy offered little more than a soft snort by way of response. The vampire was far more intrigued on where exactly his fellow southern had arrived from. The boy's insistence he was from North Carolina, originally, at least seemed to coax some manner of recognition from the cowboy. North Carolina he knew well. At least as far as Fayetteville went. It had been years since he had been down that way and yet he remembered the city well enough- the vampire even going so far as to insist he had hardly minded it. A recommendation that, as far as Darcy was concerned,, was considerably more favorable than most. The vampire's own insistence that he was from Georgia (a state he was convinced was,in fact,the greatest in the entire USA) managed to prompt a smile to the younger man's face. The boy's familiarity with his own home city seemed to satisfy the vampire to some extent in turn- even as the younger man insisted the heat and humidity of Georgia had been more than he was used to. Those very words coaxed a chuckle of sorts from the vampire's throat.
"Reckon you ain't notice it much when yar grow up innit. I always reckon dis damn city is to cold."
Darcy's gaze lifted briefly to eye the weather outside of the bar with mild disdain. His vampiric species struggled with warmth at the best of times, the cowboy certain that the city never warmed up enough, even within the summer. At least georgia knew what it was like to be hot. The sudden offer of the Were-Boy's hand, along with his name, had hardly been anticipated and yet the cowboy saw little harm in returning that momentary shake. At least for now. It was hardly as if the Were was a cat- the very kind his mistress might desire to procure. A dog, Darcy knew, would earn little more then his mate's ire. A dog bold enough to venture into Syn however- was something of an oddity all the same. One the vampire was entirely inclined to enquire about as he eased himself into the bar stool beside his newfound...companion. Darcy's choice to sit, however, hardly seemed to go unnoticed as several of the bar staff eyed their manager curiously. Darcy, after all,was hardly known for...conversing with customers. Much less sitting beside them. Ashton's distinctly southern nature however, so seemed to have earned the canine a reprieve. At least for now.
How Asthon had ended up in that bar however was soon made abundantly clear, the boy admitting he'd simply googled nearby bars- realizing too late that this bar wasn't exactly his...scene. His efforts to remain polite were so hardly unnoticed and yet, what harm was there in poking the boy a bit to see how long that southern charm lasted. Darcy's tongue shifted within his mouth to toy with the tip of one fang almost contemplatively, his figure remained distinctly relaxed as his gaze lingered on Ashton all the same.
"Yar ain't unwelcome, not when yar got da balls enough ta sit 'er for dis long. Most men wouldda already pissed off by now."
Maybe they just had a higher sense of self-preservation than the canine in front of him. Maybe it hardly mattered. Ashton was an oddity in an otherwise mundane evening. One Darcy was content to amuse himself with.
"I reckon da real question 'ough is whats a fancy fella like ya doin' in dis city anyway? Ya ain't look like ya been off yar Mamma's apron strings all dat long. Why'd ya leave North Carolina?"
The city had WerePacks and yet few of them held any canines. Ashton hardly looked old- why anyone would leave the south unless they had too he hardly knew.
"Whats a fella like ya do fa work in dis city?"
Darcy
I'm wanted, Dead or Alive