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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.

TRYING NOT TO WASTE MY TIME75.166.131.242Posted On February 27, 2018 at 8:46 AM by BENJAMIN ANDREEV

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“Exactly like from Othello,” he says, his broodish demeanor brightening slightly. It was not that often than people knew where the name was from, despite Othello being one of Shakespeare’s more popular works. More often than not though, they gave Benjamin a weird look after he would tell them his pup’s name, and Benji would inwardly roll his eyes, deciding he didn't want to explain where the name came from. Thinking it wasn't really worth the effort.

Des wiggles in her arms, obviously anxious to get down and meet the girl the man and his dog pair had stumbled upon. Benjamin obliges and gently sets her down. The puppy lifts up onto her hind legs, eager to jump on the girl she had just met, but Benjamin steps in before she is able to get any mud that no doubt clung to her paws onto the girl. “No,” Benjamin says firmly. “Sit,” and when the pup minds his command, the man with amber eyes reaches down and pats her briefly. “She’s still learning,” he says with a shrug, knowing there wasn't much that could be done to control a wild, young puppy.

“Pleasure to meet you, Emerson, I mean Emmy,” he corrects himself, darting his eyes away for a moment before returning them back the blonde. “I’m not big on nicknames,” he says, wrinkling his nose slightly. For someone who didn't like nicknames, it was an unfortunate twist of fate to have been named Benjamin. Every new school he went to, or every new teacher he had, or new classmates, he always had to insist that everyone call him Benjamin, not Ben or Benny. Why did everyone seem to have an incessant need to shorten his name. Wasn't Benjamin good enough? Although, not having anyone call him by a nickname wasn't entirely honest. It was his mom who was the first to call him Benji, and then Caroline. And every time they called him that, it was the only time he didn't internally cringe.

“Yeah, being a pleasant surprise is kind of how we stumbled upon each other. I found her in an abandoned warehouse on the west side of town, buried beneath some rubble,” he says, and the puppy looks up at him as if she was remembering the day Benjamin adopted her. But the young man turns his amber gaze back to the blonde when she mentions she had been walking and thinking, simply nodding in return. He does not press and ask what she was thinking about, Benjamin had never been one to pry, it simply wasn't his nature.

She extends a hand to pup before asking if she could pet her and Benjamin nods once more in response. The pup eagerly bumps her hand, obviously unable to resist getting a pat on the head. “She’s about 3 months old, I think,” he says, pondering for a moment. “Umm it’s hard to tell since I just found her on the street,” he admits before admitting one additional thing. “I also don't know that much about dogs, I never had one growing up, so it has kind of been a learn as I go process.” He gives his dog a quick scratch behind the ear. “Did you have any of pets?”





BENJAMIN


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