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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.

Lost in skies of powdered gold (Andras and Navi)71.10.198.131Posted On February 11, 2018 at 12:17 PM by Hazel



Bridget Satteree

The local park is, at the very least, nice. The park is nothing compared to the royal gardens she remembers so fondly, but definitely something. It’s almost dusk, golden streams of the sun filling gaps between the leaves of the trees. It makes her smile, the sky is her favorite color right now. A warm, rich yellow. Like the tip of a flame. By appearances alone, today should be perfect. Few beings reside in this corner of the park right now, a few white-haired senior citizens get their steps in along the pathways and mothers push strollers side by side, laughing at who-knows-what. Today isn’t perfect, though.

Hazel came to a realization only hours ago. All of the respect she had earned herself back in the 1940s and before is gone. That, of course, is a given. And yet, the girl had not thought of the repercussions. Catcalls from impious men, sarcastic comments from execrable waitresses, and mean mugs from morose strangers. This city isn’t exactly the most welcoming. Not to mention such faux concern from anyone selling products to her! This morning, she stopped by a cafe. Hello! Welcome! How are you doing today? the woman behind the counter immediately chirped, a wide toothy smile plastered to her face. It was a bit intrusive, to say the least, the fae thought. How could a strange woman really believe Hazel would open up to her so soon? At home, one would at least need a full conversation before the heart is poured out.

I don’t feel comfortable sharing that at this time. Hazel told the woman, always one to be direct. This earned her a confused look.

The foreign girl gave the common worker a curt smile, Pfiat di. Hazel muttered, knowing full well the cashier wouldn’t understand, but needing to say it for her own piece of mind. It’s a phrase from home, meaning goodbye in such a way as to say ‘may God protect you’. She left the cafe before the interaction could get any more unpleasant. Now she sits alone on a bench, no coffee in the grasp of her delicate hands. This fact is rather disappointing. She was practically royalty at one time, both to humans and fae. This is unacceptable.

A sigh breaks loose from her previously pursed lips, then the sign turns into a yawn. She stifles it, clenching her jaw. Hazel knows she will not sleep again tonight, no matter how much she desires to. What’s the use of a king sized bed if she does not sleep on it. A thought crosses her mind and she smirks to herself, well, maybe there are quite a few uses, but for right now the giant piece of furniture with state-of-the-art linens and a gorgeous duvet is a waste of money.

Pulled from her thoughts by a distant siren, Hazel takes a look around the park. It’s considerably more empty now, the figures occupying it are a bit more shady. The sun has dipped below the treeline, leaving the surrounding area doused in shadows. Living only miles away from the front lines, Hazel has learned to feel uneasy in the dark. With angry men littering the hospital, men who have lost control of their lives after an injury and only want a sense of power back in their heads, the dark was never safe. Her trendy and modern outfit of the day does not necessarily help her case, either. Wearing leggings and a long cardigan, the fae felt quite sexy this morning. Now it only adds to the knot forming in her gut. She gathers her new bag and sets off on the path she came from, now lit by dim streetlights.


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