• Edit

    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

  • Edit

    Cat's Meow

    owned by Nadya Tetradore
    0 employees

    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

  • Edit

    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.

  • Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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 11, 2017 at 9:03 AM by MIYAKO AIKEN


Miyako continued to kick at herself, she couldn’t believe she didn’t ask the landlord more about her new roommate. A rather irresponsible move on her part; she had simply assumed it would be another woman, and that said “woman” would be here hardly ever. When Arlo calls out to her again, her cheeks tinge pink once more but this time in anger, rather than embarrassment. Folding her delicate arms over her chest, her bottom lip sticking out in an almost pout fashion, “My name is not ‘babe’, please don’t call me as such,” she states, her voice quiet but firm.

Clearing her throat to chase away her embarrassment, she lets her crossed arms remain as she regards the man as he moves forward to inspect the drawers. “I had merely assumed you would be a woman,” she admits, looking away from him briefly. When she takes her pony tail into her fingers to twist about her limb, she stops almost immediately as Arlo continues to stare at her. It only made the petite Asian woman that much more self-conscious. When the man asks her about what the landlord said, she gives a small shrug of her shoulders, “Just that you worked nights and you were behind on rent, which I paid for you by the way,” she says a steely tone entering her lyrics.

“That’s it though, I don’t like to pry, I assumed the landlord would give me any information that I needed.”

Miyako was all too attentive to the constant grin stretching across Arlo’s face, it didn’t necessarily unnerve her, it mostly annoyed her. He seemed just as surprised as she did about the entire situation, yet he was taking it far more calmly than she was. Sighing, she realizes she ought to get her emotions under control, she did sign a contract to live here for the next 6 months, she was bound to this place as such, unless she wanted to get a lawyer involved. Letting a pause of silence engulf the two of them, she crouches down to begin gathering the glass fragments as Arlo finally introduces himself. Hesitating in her cleaning spree at the use of “Mi”, she lets her hand hover just above one of the larger fragments.

Typically, the Asian woman only offered her nickname to those she trusted or those who had a hard time pronouncing the Asian lyrics. Never once had she had someone automatically assume they could call her anything but Miyako. Again, she gives a light shrug of her shoulders, “Call me whatever you want-,” she’s cut off by the way he offers to help her. Needless to say, Miyako is shocked that he offers in the first place, glancing up to study his face briefly, it takes that moment of distraction for her finger to slip across the sharp edge, bringing a bubble of blood to the surface.

“Ouch,” she flinches, staggering to the sink and running her hand under the water as she mumbles her apologies. As she is so distracted by her own blood, she misses the way Arlo moves across the room so quickly, so inhumanly possible, so when she turns, he looks just as sick as she does that weak laugh filling the air. Eyes widening in shock, she quickly ruffles through the upper cabinet producing a bandaid and wrapping it, rather difficulty, around her forefinger. Turning back to Arlo, she folds her hands behind her back, as if she could hide it from him, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you hated blood,” she apologizes, the color slowly returning to her face.

Eyeing him carefully, he looked about to throw himself through the window. Hesitating, she moves a bit closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “If you need to… stick your head out the window, be my guest,” she pats him briefly before taking a small step away. When he turns to her, she takes another step back to give him more space as she raises her now wrapped finger, “No more blood,” she says weakly, a small smile toying at the corner of her lip. Dropping her hands to her side, she regards him briefly as he enforces a new rule.

Again, Miyako can’t help but laugh lightly, “I agree, though I am going to be a doctor, so if you’re bleeding I can take care of that, I just, um, can’t deal with my own blood,” she smiles embarrassed. “Sorry about that, that was really embarrassing,” she flushes lightly. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad living with a man, he wasn’t all that bad. He seemed normal, except for that arrogant attitude. “While we are talking about rules, let’s add a few more to that list,” she says a small smile still playing on her lips, though a serious tone enters her voice,

“I never anticipated living with a boy so I just want to make some things clear. We aren’t to go into each other’s rooms and as soon as I get this mess cleaned up,” she sweeps a hand gesturing to the boxes, “we will try and keep the common areas clean,” she pauses for just a moment letting her requests, well demands, sink in adding as an afterthought, “I cook frequently and I don’t mind making extra if you help me out with groceries. Also, please don’t be late on rent again, I can’t afford to live anywhere else and the last thing I need is to find myself homeless while I’m trying to get my doctorates,” she finishes off, her arms crossing again across her chest.

So, maybe Miyako could be a little bossy.

Miyako Aiken



Replies

Post A Reply