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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.

like a drinking fountain67.143.208.41Posted On January 18, 2018 at 7:25 PM by Taylor Dixon



If he wasn't so freaked out by the idea of vampires and such actually existing, he might have felt a little satisfied that she looked so happy while drinking his blood, as if it was just the thing to fill her up. He noted that her cheeks actually had a blush to them when she stopped drinking as if the cold had finally gotten to her or something. "Your cheeks..." He said in his slow voice, but it was all he could manage to get out. Then he listened attentively as she looked him over before telling him he needed to go get something to eat. He found himself smirking as he nodded his head. "Yes ma'am, will do." He even brought his hand up to salute her, but his hands felt heavy and it was a sloppy salute. He watched her gaze move to the horizon and wondered for a brief moment what would happen if the sun were to come up. He pictured the scenes from the movies like Interview with a Vampire where the little girl threw up her arm and screamed as she turned to ash. Would it be like that? He almost thought to ask before he realized it probably wasn't smart to ask a vampire about their death.

Then she looked back at him, telling him to come back tomorrow. She brought up ice skating of all things. He felt one brow rise but he couldn't bring the surprise to his gaze as he might have if he was at 100 percent. Finally he nodded. "I'll be there. Sundown, I'm guessing?" He offered a light smirk, the playful look in his eyes watered down by her sedating bite and blood loss. Either way, a part of him knew if he didn't do as she said, she would hunt him down and she would find him. He had no doubt. Then she would most likely kill him and it hit him. He didn't want to die. It was enough to make his eyes darken for a moment before the drugged look came back. His voice was more sober the second time. "I'll be there." He mumbled.



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