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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

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    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
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    Cat's Meow

    An older brick building tucked downtown with only a neon sign above the steel door saying Cat's Meow and the drifting of music to let you know of the burlesque within. The inner confines have a lavish feeling of comfort and style. At one end of the building is a large stage for the dancers to entertain with small round tables scattered in front for the customers to sip or dine while watching. Directly across from the stage is a fully stocked bar so you’re never without a view of the entertainment.

    Owner Nadya Tetradore

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    Downtown

    Downtown

    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    2 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Barista Calliel Alosi

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

mukashi mukashi50.125.74.154Posted On March 29, 2017 at 12:03 AM by yumi chizue


The young vampire was habitual by nature. She rarely strayed from those schedules she made for herself - always back home by the exact same time every night, far before the sun rose. Her hobbies were tame and predictable. Her choice in her food perhaps just as much. Chizue had perfected the art of exactly how many days she could go without the offset of her hunger rendering her wholly unapproachable. Those she chose from were almost always the same color and personality type, the girl making every effort to minimize the effect that her abilities had upon her and, in turn, the effect that she had on others. The prospect of something fancy to feast on was altogether inquisitive for the young woman. Though she'd certainly come from her fair share of wealth, it was wealth bought by her momentary brush with fame within her life, not wealth from true old money where every woman wore pearls and sparkling ball gowns. Even she could hardly deny that the fairy tale world appealed to her. She was perhaps stereotypical in the manner and yet, the girl was altogether smitten by the idea he'd so offered to her.

Whatever joy she might have gathered from the prospect of going some place fancy in order to feast upon those upper class citizens of the city, however, was interrupted by the idle comment of her kind and how notably finicky they were. A small frown graced the girl's features as her fingers began to toy nervously with the hem of her shirt, her nails simply running along that sewed in fold of the garment. She despised that he might so view her as being so fussy and yet, to tell him the truth of the matter also distressed the girl far more than she wished to admit. In the end, a soft sigh left her lips, her gaze trailing elsewhere as she admitted in a tone more akin to a whisper then anything else. "The cashier doesn't like me very much….I didn't want to bother her…." Her voice trailed off and though it was not completely accurate of what just had occurred, it was at least those two facts that Chizue was certain of. She hardly wished to dwell on it, however, instead inquiring after the sort of places Damon enjoyed. After all, he was entirely suave and put together, she could only imagine the man at her side ate exceedingly well.

She supposed the answer she was given hardly surprised, as vague as it was, and yet she hardly questioned after it any further, simply following the man as he led her down several streets. Her gaze shifted only as he leaned further into her, his voice distinctly heard even in spite of the small crowd they were quickly coming upon. Pretend she belonged? A soft breath left her lips before Chizue slowly nodded. She could do this. She used to do this all the time. Then again, she used to actually belong to those sorts of crowds instead of just pretending to. The distinction certainly made it altogether daunting. Still, he presented her with a rather breathtaking smile and, in return, her own lips slowly shifted into a sweet simper of her own, the girl entirely intent to stay close to him as he moved towards that bouncer, somehow managing to get them past the man on appearances alone. How though, utterly baffled her, and yet she hardly saw a reason to question him as, soon, they stepped over the threshold and into that lounge. That softly uttered voice caused her gaze to sweep slowly through the room, those colors entirely vibrant in the mesh of people.

In truth, Chizue often avoided crowds for this very reason. The colors she was capable of seeing were entirely distracting at times, particularly when they meshed together in the way they did like this. Still, there were certain distinct hues she was capable of picking up on. The table in the far corner to her right held various hues of red and fuchsia- anger and shame. Something was going on there. She saw bright shades of yellow and flickers of orange. A whole rainbow played out before her vision, causing the girl to remain silent for several moments still. In the end, it was a rather particular shade that caused her to hesitate. He was the singular soul within the whole bar to have that particular color - one more akin to Chartreuse. The light green of his success and confidence in life so intermingled with that yellow of creative optimism. It was a nice shade, a hopeful shade. She would like to be like that for a day. Slowly, her finger rose, pointing him out amongst the crowd to the man at her side. "Him. In the blue shirt." She stated quite firmly, her choice entirely made. All that was left to do was approach him and, somehow, actually eat from that aura. This was the part she hated most, her introverted side so rebelling at the idea of intermingling within that crowd. Still, Damon was here to be her wingman of sorts - right? She could at least take comfort in that.



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