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Post by bizznot on Jun 9, 2006 18:47:22 GMT -5
Welcome to Bordertown. A land on the verge of all things. A land of elves and men. A land of spells and of technology, a land where magic and witchcraft meet rock'n roll.
It started as a normal city. Then something happened. The Change happened, and magic seeped back into the world, and for the first time in eons, elves and humans walked the streets of the same city.
Of course, there's a reason magic wasn't always here. Humans are inherently xenophobic. What we don't understand, we fight, or try to ignore. We tried fighting: haven't you heard of the Faerie Wars?, but that didn't work. So, now, we ignore the place entirely. The city of Bordertown, and the acres upon acres of forest around it, known as the Never Never, do not exist, except to those who want them to. To those who believe in them, to those who want to get away from life, to those who want to come to the dream-soaked streets.
From the gang-ridden slums south of Houston Street [[Yes, it's spelled that way]] to the Oriental streets of Dragontown, to the whorehouses of the Scandal district to the maddening, addictive waters of the Mad River, to the fine architecture of Gryphon Park, those who seek refuge from society find it here and those who crave will find their need filled.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 9, 2006 19:00:31 GMT -5
Holden. Holden O' Connor. Not much of a boy, but a boy nonetheless. He was rumored, not incorrectly, to be the best mechanic in SoHo (SOuth of HOuston). He could fix a spell-powered bike in no time, flat, they said. And, funny, he never denied it.
He was a halfie, that is, he had an elven and a human parent. He didn't belong to any of the gangs, but the Rune Lords, the main halfie gang, protected him for the most part, and a lot of smaller halfie or mixed-race gangs would defend him to the best of their ability for as long as he still fixed their bikes. He paid mostly in markers, that is, he would give someone his word and a slip of paper that he would do a certain amount of labor on their bike.
He'd staked out an old gas station to be his place. It had a beat-up old car wash building next to it, where he did most of his work, and a desk still mostly in-tact where he did business. He slept in the back, on a bedroll that was, remarkably, in good shape, that he'd picked up a couple years back from a nice enough kid.
He partied just as hard as most of SoHo, maybe not as much as some, given that he had to wake up every morning at a decent time to get to his jobs. He preferred the Dancing Ferret's old school style, but he often found himself dragged by some girl to the Factory or Danceland or some such. Not that he minded: a little variety was good for everyone, he figured.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 11, 2006 8:56:12 GMT -5
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Post by yuki on Jun 11, 2006 8:56:46 GMT -5
|ooc: OO..Sounds fun.I'll join.^_^|
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Post by bizznot on Jun 11, 2006 9:14:00 GMT -5
[[Yay!]]
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Post by yuki on Jun 11, 2006 9:15:00 GMT -5
|ooc: it'll take me a few though..I am owner of a board. :/|
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Post by bizznot on Jun 11, 2006 11:51:51 GMT -5
Holden sat back in the beat-up leather chair, looking out the partially broken windows to the old cover where gas pumps had once been. Carnival Place was pretty screwy, even for SoHo, but it was also pretty damn safe, especially for Halfies. The Rune Lords ran every inch of it, and if you were on their good side, you could bet your last herbal cigarette that noone would mess with you. On the other hand, if you were a human or an elf, particularly the latter, you would get thrown out faster than you could say "half blood". Holden, for one, was lucky; his squat was on the corner of Carnival Place and Carnival Street, which was an agreed nuetral area.
He spun around and looked out the window behind him, over the abandoned restaraunt, to the old highschool that housed the Rune Lords themselves. He'd been everywhere in there, to the Dean's office where Jack Spicer [[yes, I ripped the name off]], the head of the gang, lived, to the old classrooms where the gang members slept to the gym, where they hung out, did drugs and played basketball on the still-hanging hoops. He wasn't a member, but he was still an asset to them: everyone knew that while the Pack had the best bikes in town, those belonging to the Rune Lords were the best-maintained.
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Post by bizznot on Jun 11, 2006 18:28:39 GMT -5
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1. SoHo -- The southernmost part of the city, and where most runaways end up living. There's nothing much here, except dance clubs, gangs and some pretty cruddy retail. A slum to the last, just with elves
2. Dragontown -- North of SoHo. Bordertown's one and only Asian district. Protected with the lives of the Dragons, a sort of gang/protection force organization and some smaller bunches working underneath and with the Dragons.
3. The Scandal District -- A red-light district north still of Dragontown. Nothing to see here move along.
4. The Barrio -- West of SoHo, and basically what it says on the tin. Sleazy cantinas, cheap hotels, you get the idea. Picture Juarez in B-town.
5. Hell -- A kind of weird district, up by Hell's Gate into the Elflands. Used to be the residential part of the city, before the Change.
6. Gryphon Park -- Where the big boys live. Uptown. We don't recommend going there, but if you must, just stay off the lawn. Those buggers are scarier than every gang in Soho combined, times two.
7. The Warehouse District -- Self-explanitory
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Post by Donny on Jun 21, 2006 13:20:14 GMT -5
(I'll join. I'll post when I think of an intro.)
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