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

my soul has never led me wrong


Posted on August 20, 2015 by sorcha
West
there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


It was quite to her disadvantage to run into a man in the middle of the night in probably one of the shadiest parts of towns but it also was clear that Sorcha was not that concerned with any of those details. Rather, she was more worried about the bag she carried that was now going to become a pain in the ass to clean since she couldn't use her other one until it was mended, and not to mention if she had ruined this fellow's suit she would be out a pretty dime. Not likely he would allow her to simply take it to an ordinary laundromat - it would need to be steamed and pressed and delivered. It was his right, of course, to demand such if she had caused hard to such an expensive piece of clothing, but she observantly hoped that he did not. Sorcha, witch or not, was not a rich woman - this much was clear by her constant hustling too and fro, setting up shop here and there, and her rather small studio apartment that she rented for a rather hefty sum. It was highway robbery, in her opinion, but it was the best she could find at the time and she was disinclined to move as of yet.

Daerios is quick to hide his teeth and Sorcha is too caught up in her own disappointment at losing one of her potions to actually notice it. Normally she is incredibly perceptive of things around her, but they had yet to meet and he had yet to give her any inclination that he was anything other than some millionaire out for a stroll. Oh, she certainly thought he was up to some shady business for why else would one attired such as he be roaming in parts better known for drug deals, smuggling, and supernatural activity?

Her teeth bite at the inside of her cheeks as she watches his hands brush down his blazer, doing a quick survey of himself and she smiles in relief when he speaks, her face brightening up despite the spillage in her bag. In the end there was nothing she could do about it - she could not re-do her walk, not even a witch had such a power over time. She could only deduce what had been broken and hope it was one of the lesser potions that took less time to craft.

She swings her backpack around once more at his words, smile dipping into a reluctant frown as she unzips the top and the clinking of plastic and glass bottles can be heard as she shuffles through them with delicate hands. "I know, it is unfortunate. I spent so much time on it," she sighs, almost to herself before glancing up at him again with an apologetic smile. Her mossy eyes survey him in sudden attention, head tilting to the side slightly in a give-away fro her concentration as she tries to figure out if he is another Were heading to the same place that she is going. "Are you headed to the cargo ship?" She asks calmly, although thinking about it, it seemed he was headed away from that area. "I apologize, my manners are not their best tonight," she interrupts quickly, stepping forward with one slender hand out. "I am Sorcha." Well, what better way to meet new potential customers than in the dead of night when all bad things come to light?

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN
Thanks Vii❣

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