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

Lost in skies of powdered gold


Posted on August 23, 2015 by Amelia Washington
West
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Amelia Gale Washington
The words weigh heavy on the heart

It's been less than a week. Only a few days ago, Amelia would wake up to familiarity. Her small, twin-sized bed, her bright window, her entire bedroom, her uncle's farmhouse. It's all so far now. Yet, it's for the best. No matter how much Amelia coveted the small town with it's everyone-knows-everyone aura, it's nothing more than a death trap when it comes to modernization, innovation, and knowledge. It is a place trapped in time forever.
But here, in this diverse city, innovation and modernization is inevitable. Here, Amelia might finally find her place, as no matter how hard she tried, the farmhouse just wasn't going to work.

Her stomach growls, dragging Amelia's head back down from the clouds. Just like that, she realizes she hasn't eaten for quite while. The girl stops and checks her brown messenger bag, only to find any morsel of food that was in there before had been replaced with a couple of hardback books from the library. However, she does have a smidgen of cash, perhaps there is a restaurant or diner nearby. Sighing and closing the flap of her bag, Amelia starts walking once more on the uneven sidewalk, her long brown hair whipping every which direction in the warm wind.

The sun is just beginning to set, casting hues tinted with orange and pink on the wispy clouds. The colors against the buildings' windows is a rather pretty sight and it catches Amelia's attention every once and a while as she walks by rather briskly. The strangers around her are different from the ones back at home. She knows this far away from where she is staying is not necessarily a good thing in this part of town, but back at home she never had a problem walking outside in the dark. Can the city really be that different?

Certainly, the oblivious Amelia has seen evil before. After being left without parents on that dreadful day thirteen years ago, her heart has been touched with the tendrils of darkness, but only lightly. She has successfully built a brick wall around those memories and the years have healed her bit by bit. If only she knew how fragile the bricks really are.

I am lost, led only by the stars

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