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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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    Hyde Park

    Hyde Park

    Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

I'm gonna dance on broken glass75.166.131.242Posted On November 26, 2017 at 4:59 PM by kathryn quinn

Kathryn Quinn Murphy
I bet on me and my own heartbeat

She had stayed out later than she had intended to. Kathryn had been merely enjoying exploring her new home, this new city. But the days were growing shorter and Kat hadn't anticipate it getting dark so early. So now she was stuck finding her way home in the dark.

Kathryn doesn't like this, it is suffice to say. Even when she had been back home, the town she had spent almost all of her life in, she had never enjoyed walking around alone in the dark. Luckily, most of the time, she didn't have to, typically having one, two, or even three of her friends always around to accompany her. But, unfortunately, that was not the case here. After college, everyone had sort of branched out, either looking for jobs, or pursuing higher education as Kat was doing. Two of her friends had ended up in the same city, but the dark haired girl was not so lucky. She was all alone here.

In the dark.
By herself.
And so on and so forth.

Glancing around her, shifting those vibrant blue eyes that stand strikingly out against her tanned skill, the witch who doesn't know (rather, doesn't remember) that she is one recognizes where she is. This was the south part of town. Where the park is, where she had fallen off her bike painted baby blue. OK, everything was going to be okay now, she could find her way home from here—she thinks. The young woman takes a deep breath in, sucking air into her lungs, putting oxygen into her silvered blood. She just needs to stay calm. Just because she was out at night didn't automatically mean that someone was going to attack her. Kathryn attempts to smile to calm herself down, but the smile is fragmented, broken with nerves. She tries her best to press away the images that keep popping up in her head, someone kidnapping her, a robbery, god forbid someone murdering her in cold blood right here on the sidewalk!

Ok, Kat, you really need to cool your shit.

And then, the wind blows. It is picked up so suddenly, the for once, Kathryn notices the breeze and the oddity of it. Being a witch, air had been the first element for her to ever possess, though she had no memory of this. It was tied so closely to her emotions, that even when everything happened and she no longer practiced her craft and all her other powers began to fade away, this one remained. And typically, Kathryn hadn't ever really noticed, but the abruptness has certainly caught her off guard, with all of her senses being on high alert. It starts to blow harder and harder around her, tangling her long dark locks, whipping it around her face and neck. “What the heck is going on?’ she asks herself , entirely confused where this random wind storm has come from, never once does or would the thought cross her mind that this power over the wind would be coming from her because wishes weren't real. Magic wasn't real. She was just a some what normal girl. Sure, she lived with her grandparents and was raised by them instead of her own parents, but still, she wasn't the first to have been raised that way.

As she makes her way through the park, Kathryn ducks behind a tree in attempt to escape the stinging wind that continuously brushes against her face. The breeze continues to whistle, but she can no longer feel the air rushing around her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she leans against the large tree and lashes flutter over baby blues.

That’s when she hears something.

Standing up straight, she hears a struggle up ahead, and against her better judgment she runs towards it. A smart girl would have turned around, and normally Kat was smarter than running to see what caused the noise.

But everyone has their off days, right?

White converse make a soft pattering sound as the small witch sprints towards whatever was occurring. She should have been thinking of the danger, as she had been earlier, but it seems that Kathryn has thrown caution to the wind, thoughts of someone being hurt race through her mind. She rounds the corner just in time to see the earth splintering as blue eyes look to the man ahead of her, unaware of anything that had just happened as three words slip from her lips. “Oh my god.”


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