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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on August 24, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



Dareios had no intention of lingering around this side of town tonight. He was annoyed that he had to be here in the first place. But the stack of cash tucked neatly in his jacket pocket made him feel a little more at ease. Though it had been centuries since he'd had to do the grunt work of the business like this. The memory flashed through his mind briefly. He and his brother were still so new to the States. Vampires were still very much "in the closet," so to speak, and being a relatively young ones at that, they were very nervous. It didn't help that they were foreign. Their accents attracted attention. It also attracted wariness and mistrust from their early business partners. Americans were racist back then and they still are now.

But Sorchia here presented an interesting opportunity. It wasn't often that he found himself spending time with other unnaturals outside of routine business arrangements. It had been decades since he'd given up vampire bars. Even if a deal here was struck, which depending on how good of a witch she really was, she could indeed be useful if not profitable, Dareios welcomed the chance to talk to someone new. Someone he didn't know. Someone who wasn't a vampire or a human. Someone of the opposite sex. He was very much a solentrepreur, happy to take the reins himself and was fearful of relying too much on others. The practices blurred into his personal life as well. He spent most of his nights prowling the streets by himself these days. Or at home, drinking red wine (the only human beverage he could stomach,) and listening to old jazz on vinyl.

Dareios watches her fidget from behind his dark, predator-like eyes. His senses are heightened tonight and the adrenaline is high, thanks to Ian's blood running through him. He notices the smallest details about her, watching her jaws clench as she gnaws at the inside of her mouth. She asks about a cargo ship and he remains silent, curious of her plans and weighing whether it was worth lying to her tonight. It was. "Dareios." He replies, mimicking her step and taking one of hos own toward her, closing the gap between them. His cold hand takes her momentarily. "Yes, but it seems I'm a bit lost. Mind if I follow you?"


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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