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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name?69.145.144.152Posted On March 02, 2017 at 7:27 AM by MIYAKO AIKEN


She should have heard the shower. She should have heard the door to the other bedroom open. She should have noticed the boy walking across the room. It was only when the sound of a thunk caught her attention did Miyako raise her eyes to find a decidedly handsome boy standing in the middle of her living room. Eyes widening abruptly, her lips part slightly in shock as he simply just sits down so casually, reclining along the sofa. Who in the world was this man and why was he in her apartment? When he smiles at her, it doesn’t register in her mind, she simply stares at him, her lips parted in astonishment, shock clearly written across her soft features.

When he speaks, it breaks whatever held her captive and she flinches so forcefully she drops the glass from her hand as it shatters on the ground, the water splashing at her jean clothed legs. Completely ignoring the glass shards, she takes a step away from him as he approaches to look in the drawer next to her. Finally, she regains her composure little by little, “You’re the other tenant that lives here?” she snaps at him, folding her arms over her chest, her chocolate eyes narrowing at him in almost annoyance. “The landlord didn’t tell me you were a-a boy,” she sputters out, her cheeks flushing just slightly, a pink tint coloring her face.

She completely ignores his comments on her being busy, she simply couldn’t wrap her mind around the situation she had currently found herself in. “I feel that, that would be important information to tell the girl who’s moving into an apartment, don’t you think?” she asks rhetorically, one hand running up to snag her ponytail, twisting it about her fingers, a nervous habit she picked up some years ago. Looking away from him momentarily to take in the glass that speckles the floor, she sighs inwardly, she would have to clean it up soon though she dearly wanted answers first.

The comment is not lost on her that he doesn’t use the kitchen, perhaps he worked in a restaurant and his meals were given to him for free. When this whole fiasco was over, maybe she would ask him if he could swing her a job. Shoving the thoughts roughly from her mind, she crosses her arms over her chest shooting him another glowering look. “I didn’t say what my name was; I’m trying to figure out why you’re here,” she frowns at him but Miyako can’t help but offer pleasantries all the same, “It’s more respectable if you offer your name before you ask another’s,” she scolds lightly, but nevertheless she pauses only momentarily, “Miyako,” she says curtly regarding him openly.

“I had assumed you were not here, if I would have known you were hiding out in your bedroom I would have introduced myself earlier, rather than have this… awkward conversation,” she flushes again, looking away from him to the shattered glass, “I’m sorry I broke your water glass,” she apologizes quickly, before kneeling and gathering the shards. Feeling a stinging sensation, she flinches, dropping the shards again, she inspects her finger as the blood domes to the surface. Instantly, Miyako feels woozy, the room begins to spin as she launches herself to a standing position, staggering across the kitchen to the sink as she turns the water on, letting it wash off the tiny amount of blood.

“For god’s sake, I’m going to school to become a doctor,” she mumbles, closing her eyes tightly to help with the sudden vertigo that plagues her. Swallowing, her mouth dry she tries to ignore the man behind her, immensely embarrassed he had to witness this on their first meeting. “I, uh, don’t mind other people’s blood, I just can’t stand the sight of my own. Pathetic, right?” she laughs weakly.

Miyako Aiken



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