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

no one could outrun the crash [tetradore/open]


Posted on March 07, 2015 by minn
West Reopen Thread
there are survivors, they're coming home



....Mnnnnnnnnnnggg.

Huuuuuuuuuungry.

Minn didn't know how long she'd been sleeping. All she knew was that she was now awake and her stomach was killing her. It wasn't often the poor dear ignored the rumbling in her belly but when it came to sleep and food, the two utter most important things in the world (oh. and maybe sex? yeah), Minn preferred... well. Both! Despite this fact the idea of hauling herself up out of the bed the Panther King had put her in and shuffling blindly out in the Arc to find something to eat was not an appealing idea, not even in the slightest. She stayed buried beneath the blankets for as long as she could manage before the roar of her stomach became unbearable, even for her.

As she shuffled out of bed with blanket in tow Minn squinted the entire way to the nearest bathroom. It had to have been more than a week straight she'd slept if not longer. Her mouth tasted horrible, she smelled funny, and her hair was a complete disaster. There were times were all three things had been worse but thankfully this facility had plenty of arrangements to take care of such things, like a full functioning bathroom. Now that a toilet was in sight it was kind of hard to ignore how badly she had to pee! Dropping the blanket in the doorway she scrambled into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

It wasn't long after that Minn was wandering the corridors of the Arc barefoot, showered and clean in stretchy shorts and a tank top. It was hard to tell what time it was but no one seemed to be too active. Either it was ridiculous early or ridiculously late. Didn't matter to her. Food time was food time and that time was now. Fortunately the galley was a familiar path and she followed her nose the entire way there, wandering into the large kitchen with its walk in freezer and long, stainless steel counters and stoves. Otto had always kept this place stocked to the roof with food, she could only hope Tetradore did the same. If not he was going to have an immensely agitated bear chewing on his back. And neck. And face.

Rummaging and making a mess were two things Minn seemed to do entirely too well. Pots, pans, and ingredients soon lined the counter for a King sized breakfast. Stoves flared to life and eggs were cracked, bacon sizzled and hash browns and ham were thrown onto the stove. Toasters were filled with bread and bagels, orange juice was guzzled along with a carton or so of milk. By the time she was finished just making everything the kitchen was filled with mouth watering aromas and an entire mess to go with it. Minn, however, looked entirely un phased by it all. Instead she pulled up a stool, hauled her little self up on top of it, and placed a large plate stacked with every breakfast food imaginable in front of her. A drool puddle was already forming at counter she was sitting.

Needless to say, no utensils were necessary.

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