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 drank liquor and ate a lighter and woke up breathing fire
Posted on October 22, 2014 by Emerence Hux
Ding.
She enters the shop, her black fitted jacket clinging to her sides. A small gap of skin reveals itself until her jeans cover the rest. Tall brown leather boots reach her knees, white socks hardly peak over. Her face is matte, with nude lips and a fresh face. Nothing like her first day in town. She wears her hair in long blonde locks, loose in waves around her face. A small knife is stuck in the side of her pants, but other than that she is weaponless. And what is a hunter without her weapon?
Emerence walks in with a confident roll to her walk. A glass case of knives greet her eyes, a till cleaned and empty waiting to be used. She yawns with less interest and more boredom. Sleeping doesn't come easy to those who are haunted by nightmares. Her elbows rest on the glass case and she lets her hair fall to the sides as she analyzes the sharp objects guarded by a sheet of clear walls.
She subconsciously tucks some strands behind her ear before lifting herself from her slouched position. The air is chilled, but warm enough to not need more heat. A comfortable temperature some would call it. Emerence likes a hotter building, where she has to slim down instead of bulk up on clothing. She finds herself zipping her wind protector up higher just to inhale some more heat to herself. Perhaps some of the weapons need a cooler environment.
Or not. Maybe he is ice cold himself.
Nothing she couldn't handle.
She enters the shop, her black fitted jacket clinging to her sides. A small gap of skin reveals itself until her jeans cover the rest. Tall brown leather boots reach her knees, white socks hardly peak over. Her face is matte, with nude lips and a fresh face. Nothing like her first day in town. She wears her hair in long blonde locks, loose in waves around her face. A small knife is stuck in the side of her pants, but other than that she is weaponless. And what is a hunter without her weapon?
Emerence walks in with a confident roll to her walk. A glass case of knives greet her eyes, a till cleaned and empty waiting to be used. She yawns with less interest and more boredom. Sleeping doesn't come easy to those who are haunted by nightmares. Her elbows rest on the glass case and she lets her hair fall to the sides as she analyzes the sharp objects guarded by a sheet of clear walls.
She subconsciously tucks some strands behind her ear before lifting herself from her slouched position. The air is chilled, but warm enough to not need more heat. A comfortable temperature some would call it. Emerence likes a hotter building, where she has to slim down instead of bulk up on clothing. She finds herself zipping her wind protector up higher just to inhale some more heat to herself. Perhaps some of the weapons need a cooler environment.
Or not. Maybe he is ice cold himself.
Nothing she couldn't handle.
Emerence Hux
Replies
- virtue has a veil, vice a mask - By RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH on October 22, 2014 at 8:55 PM
- Don't fret precious I'm here - By Davante Dorian on October 23, 2014 at 8:30 PM
- I drank liquor and ate a lighter, and woke up breathing fire - By Emerence Hux on October 23, 2014 at 9:19 PM
- virtue has a veil, vice a mask - By RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH on October 25, 2014 at 3:24 PM
- Count the bodies like sheep - By Davante Dorian on October 27, 2014 at 11:15 AM
- I drank liquor and ate a lighter, and woke up breathing fire - By Emerence Hux on October 29, 2014 at 2:02 PM
- virtue has a veil, vice a mask - By RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH on November 07, 2014 at 4:10 AM
- To the God heroin prays to - By Davante Dorian on November 13, 2014 at 10:50 AM