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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    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!

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart :: (Lucian) On July 19, 2014 at 10:46 PM by Tobias

A smile grin of sorts manages to touch the lanky fellow’s lips at the mention of his looking good, this small gesture of approval seeming to delight the boy as he move to follow the much taller man from the store, remaining utterly oblivious to the shop assistant and any further efforts she made to straighten his clothing, his loathing for being touched in his human form assuring he offers little by way of patience as he moves to clamour back into Lucians truck. He adores the vehicle, adores the sound it makes and the purr of the engine, a similar sound drawn up and into his own throat in an attempt to mimic that rumble before the other man swings into the drivers-side door, asking about a…boat. For a moment the dark-eyed deviant merely stares, as if attempting to perceive the question he has been asked, Lucian continuing now to ask about steaks and fighting- this seeming to inspire a response from the now well-dressed creature.


He simply offers the word, nodding as he does, understanding to some extent that Lucian is asking to be taken there, the boy pausing to lift one hand now, directing the other man to make a right down the next street, leading him rapidly back towards the harbour and west side territory he has claimed as his own personal patch of land. After all, no one has ever told him otherwise, no one has ever sought to take it from him, the boy the dominate force upon this side of the harbour and until he is otherwise told he is content to believe it is his to own and command. He waits patiently until Lucian stops the truck outside the armory once more, the dishelved creature leaping neatly from his seat, offering the truck a near lingering look of desire before he seems to think better of whatever idea had turned within his mind mere moments ago, gesturing now for Lucian to follow once more as he leads him away from the warehouses and towards the water, heading further and further into the more dilapidated side of town, his own scent markers stronger here and yet ending before they reach the hulking cargo ship docked alone upon the peer, the boat itself outside the leopards own personal patch of land.

“This is what you…wanted?”

He waits for some assurance that this was indeed the place Lucian had looked for before the bare-footed boy moves to stride around and into the shadows, heading for the gangplank guarded as always by the dark-skinned Mexican with the hair near as black and rebellious as Tobias’ own.Gato, you is bringing others, make sure this one does not play with the fuse box, eh?. Tobias had long ago given up attempting to understand the doorman and his ability to perceive the powers in others, merely offering the other Were a blank look of sorts before stepping inside the extensive ship, the scents of food and….blood evidently clear, the place already crowded for so early into the afternoon. For a moment those deep chocolate eyes rove from one man to the next, the were-leopard an evidently well known face within the club, more then one pausing to offer a greeting of sorts to the deranged boy before he turns to Lucian once more.

“Are we going to…fight? I am….very good.”

He moves to point once more to the Leader board hung high within the ships ceiling, his own name, alongside Tetradore’s alias as Sombre, listed at the top of ranks for one particular ring.

“I win….lots.”

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push

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