Post by EtheriaDawn on Jun 16, 2019 21:49:52 GMT -5
The setting for this game will be located in eastern Tennessee as a general area with most of the play localized in the city of Kingsport. The tri-city area is comprised of Kingsport, Bristol and Johnson City....Johnson City is the most populated of the three, Kingsport hosts Eastman Chemical Company. The odd thing about eastern Tennessee is that you can be in the middle of downtown Bristol and not more than a 20 minute drive, you could be lost in the country so rural that you can't even get cell signal to call for help. In this venue of eastern Tennessee garou will have a full plate of responsibilities....everything from prowling the city to keep the leeches at bay to protecting what remains of the wild areas from the encroaching grasp of the Wyrm.
The main gathering place for the Garou is in Kingsport at a place called Hog Wild Saloon though it is officially "closed" and set for demolition. Strings were pulled in the right places and Hog Wild is off the radar of the city so the impending demolition will never actually come. The public doesn't wander in here as the Hog is off the main roads, its listed as "closed" on every tourist site that may have been low brow enough to even list the place to begin with in addition to the fact that the garou have done their best to scare off any local thrill seekers who might think about having a look. The Hog was never a very classy joint to begin with and one can still find sleazy posters tacked to the electric poles outside showing "6 midget wrestling blowout" hosted at the saloon www.tricitiesnights.com/img_flyers/15182_1800px_1509683481.jpg or the faded flyers for a wet t-shirt contest paired with the boxers and brief competition so that the boys weren't feeling left out. At its height the Hog was a trashy redneck bar and never really aspired to be anything more than that. The building facade looked to be the pinnacle of 90s cheap decor though the inside had been redone a time or two. There was a dance floor with "HOG WILD" across it and plenty of colored lights and disco balls to add to the trashy atmosphere. There are very few private booths off to the side as the room was better used to hold several billiards tables, most of the seating was at the bar itself or high tables that encircles the dance floor. There was a stage as the Hog has played host to a number of bands but the stage was collecting dust these days. The event that led to the official shut down of the Hog Wild Saloon was a shooting that took place here...in true Tennessee style the word "murdererer" is spray painted on the outside of the building, police tape is still strewn across the front door and no one has bothered to clean up the broken glass that used to be the front windows of the place. The windows are now boarded up and the garou know to use the back entrance to avoid the attention of any lingering junkies.
On the adjacent property is the Westside Inn, owned by a local Shadow Lord who was willing to look the other way in regards to the varying degrees of crime, drug abuse and back alley deals that happened here. Most of this happens under the watchful eye of the Shadow Lord who owns the place as it allows him to easily tap a variety of shady lines for information should it be needed. The place also has the added benefit of drawing in young and arrogant vampires looking for a high themselves.The building hasn't been updated in several decades and the office wanted to be an inspire chalet at some point while the block of uninspired rooms reminds one more of a cell block than anything else. Westside Inn has a half a star rating on Yelp for a damned good reason. Only the most brave or foolish would risk turning a black light on in any of the rooms here...stains of varying color and age blot the carpets, the AC units have fans that churn out air but it only about a degree cooler and laden with a chemical stench. Part of the southern wing of the hotel is blocked off by plastic and barriers for construction after a meth lab exploded. Several people were killed in the fire and the blaze was barely contained to that section of the building. When walking outside the cell block of rooms once can see a variety of the windows are blocked out by aluminum foil. Should a young garou be foolish enough to ask one of the local tweakers why....well, they will be in for an interesting answer. A vacant eyed woman absently scratch at scabs on their arms while the beast that is addiction sinks deeper into a man's veins, she still stinks of the men who paid for her body so that her man can get high. The fading sound of her scream as her man grabs her and forces the needle into her own arm, misery loves company after all, that scream is a common sound here but the garou allow it. Know thy enemy. Westside Inn also has some of their better rooms saved for the garou who are at the Hog, should they need a place to stay. These rooms are nothing fancy but their stained carpets are at least covered up by newer rugs and the AC units work most of the time. The only detail of the hotel that is well kept and pristine is the pool, it is a salt water pool instead of chlorine, and the whole of the pool area is bordered by flowering hedges and splayed out palm trees. Anyone who knows the place knows that this little oasis is strictly off limits except to the owner and his special guests. A key card is needed to enter and the owner makes a very specific example of those who dare to trespass.
The main gathering place for the Garou is in Kingsport at a place called Hog Wild Saloon though it is officially "closed" and set for demolition. Strings were pulled in the right places and Hog Wild is off the radar of the city so the impending demolition will never actually come. The public doesn't wander in here as the Hog is off the main roads, its listed as "closed" on every tourist site that may have been low brow enough to even list the place to begin with in addition to the fact that the garou have done their best to scare off any local thrill seekers who might think about having a look. The Hog was never a very classy joint to begin with and one can still find sleazy posters tacked to the electric poles outside showing "6 midget wrestling blowout" hosted at the saloon www.tricitiesnights.com/img_flyers/15182_1800px_1509683481.jpg or the faded flyers for a wet t-shirt contest paired with the boxers and brief competition so that the boys weren't feeling left out. At its height the Hog was a trashy redneck bar and never really aspired to be anything more than that. The building facade looked to be the pinnacle of 90s cheap decor though the inside had been redone a time or two. There was a dance floor with "HOG WILD" across it and plenty of colored lights and disco balls to add to the trashy atmosphere. There are very few private booths off to the side as the room was better used to hold several billiards tables, most of the seating was at the bar itself or high tables that encircles the dance floor. There was a stage as the Hog has played host to a number of bands but the stage was collecting dust these days. The event that led to the official shut down of the Hog Wild Saloon was a shooting that took place here...in true Tennessee style the word "murdererer" is spray painted on the outside of the building, police tape is still strewn across the front door and no one has bothered to clean up the broken glass that used to be the front windows of the place. The windows are now boarded up and the garou know to use the back entrance to avoid the attention of any lingering junkies.
On the adjacent property is the Westside Inn, owned by a local Shadow Lord who was willing to look the other way in regards to the varying degrees of crime, drug abuse and back alley deals that happened here. Most of this happens under the watchful eye of the Shadow Lord who owns the place as it allows him to easily tap a variety of shady lines for information should it be needed. The place also has the added benefit of drawing in young and arrogant vampires looking for a high themselves.The building hasn't been updated in several decades and the office wanted to be an inspire chalet at some point while the block of uninspired rooms reminds one more of a cell block than anything else. Westside Inn has a half a star rating on Yelp for a damned good reason. Only the most brave or foolish would risk turning a black light on in any of the rooms here...stains of varying color and age blot the carpets, the AC units have fans that churn out air but it only about a degree cooler and laden with a chemical stench. Part of the southern wing of the hotel is blocked off by plastic and barriers for construction after a meth lab exploded. Several people were killed in the fire and the blaze was barely contained to that section of the building. When walking outside the cell block of rooms once can see a variety of the windows are blocked out by aluminum foil. Should a young garou be foolish enough to ask one of the local tweakers why....well, they will be in for an interesting answer. A vacant eyed woman absently scratch at scabs on their arms while the beast that is addiction sinks deeper into a man's veins, she still stinks of the men who paid for her body so that her man can get high. The fading sound of her scream as her man grabs her and forces the needle into her own arm, misery loves company after all, that scream is a common sound here but the garou allow it. Know thy enemy. Westside Inn also has some of their better rooms saved for the garou who are at the Hog, should they need a place to stay. These rooms are nothing fancy but their stained carpets are at least covered up by newer rugs and the AC units work most of the time. The only detail of the hotel that is well kept and pristine is the pool, it is a salt water pool instead of chlorine, and the whole of the pool area is bordered by flowering hedges and splayed out palm trees. Anyone who knows the place knows that this little oasis is strictly off limits except to the owner and his special guests. A key card is needed to enter and the owner makes a very specific example of those who dare to trespass.