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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge 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, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
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    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

oh I get it, you're trying to make me laugh75.166.131.242Posted On February 11, 2018 at 3:00 PM by kathryn murphy

Kathryn Quinn
I bet on me and my own heartbeat

Sure, there were…instances that have occurred in Kathryn’s life that she has never been able to fully explain why or how they had happened. Like the time at the beach, when she had been stung by a jellyfish and a wicked windstorm had thrown sand all around her and her grandparents. She couldn't even really truly explain to anyone how she was able to so effortlessly flip through the air when performing stunts on her cheer team. Her teammates would stare at her as Kathryn performed new acrobatic tricks her coaches would teach, without so much as a stumble or a hiccup, even learning it for the first time. They would pester her with how she knew how to do those moves before the rest of them did and Kathryn would simply shrug her shoulders and smile. They would laugh and say how hilarious it was that Kathryn, who could barely walk on two feet, was the best tumbler on the team. Once, when she had been younger, Kathryn had attempted to explain it, she had said how the air moved under and around her just right to cradle her, that the air around her would never let her fall. Her teammates had laughed and scoffed at the idea, so Kathryn gave up explaining, but still, that thought and feeling always hinged at the back of her mind.

Her teeth grind within the confines of her mouth. This guy…this vampire was so pompous in his attitude. What could make someone that cocky? Still, he could have killed her in the blink of an eye, and he hasn’t…yet she has to keep reminding herself.

As she hastily releases her grip on him after the slamming door had given her quite a fright, she makes the disgusted and annoyed expression on her face more apparent. As he comments about how irresistible she is, Kathryn makes a motion like she is going to be sick, covering her mouth with her delicate hand. “Don’t do that, you almost made me throw up,” she says, her bright blue eyes narrowing as his arrogance. Despite however exhausting his personality was, Kathryn couldn't quite help but notice that even though he was a vampire, he may not actually be a bad sort of guy. But, the witch doesn't let herself think about that, preferring instead to just be irritated with him. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to be friends after this anyway.

Kathryn sits there in this strange room as Damon finished chaining up the unconscious man. But as she sits there, watching with those frosty blue eyes, beneath dark lashes, the unconscious man in unconscious no more. Her eyes widen slightly as she attempts to anticipate what is going to happen next. And suddenly there is spitting and ‘fuck you,’ and talks of councils. Kathryn regrets coming, she had never been apart of anything quite like this and she feels her stomach churn with nerves and fear.

And then his eyes land on hers, and Kathryn wants to fall inside herself and disappear, but, seeing as that is impossible (though even this she doubts, given she hadn't believed in vampires until this very evening.) Her breath quickens as he begins to speak to her, and Kat finds herself unable to maintain eye contact with him, unsure of what he was saying, until he says ‘own kind.’ This makes the little witch’s eyes snap directly to his. And she wants to know what he means, what else he was going to say, Kathryn wants to ask him why he would lump the two of them togehter, but Damon is speaking again, and by the looks of him, Kathryn doesn't really want to interrupt the vampire.

Coven. THe word catches her, that was the word usually used in reference to witches, and I mean, if there were vampires, wasn't it possible that there too were witches. And then they are yelling, both the men are, and Kathryn feels her heart race again, she closes her eyes, hiding blue beneath eyelids, she needs to steady herself, to calm down and figure out a way out of here and how to get back home. But then the panic sets in. A previously nonexistent wind picks up and thrashes about the small chamber, whipping around her dark locks, increasing in speed. Kathryn moves closer to Damon. “What is going on?” She asks, her voice rising over the impossible wind swirling in the room. And then she turns her gaze to his, burrowing her frosted blues into his own. “Tell me.”


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