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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

Ain't life just awful strange [Sebastian]192.206.23.249Posted On March 30, 2017 at 2:22 PM by Gia Jones

a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be



Buffy hadn't left the house in days. Despite all the ruckus it made, her little space heater was enough to keep her and the cat warm in her small efficiency studio apartment, and she had splurged on enough wine and groceries to last her a couple of weeks. Work was slow lately, probably because of Buffy's weird run in with that vampire-eating vampire a few weeks prior, but surprisingly, Buffy didn't mind all that much. It was nice to have a break, to curl up on the couch with a blanket and a book and with no plans for the day or night. At least, that's how it felt at first.

By day five she was starting to feel pretty anxious. And not the good kind of anxious that high functioning people can turn into productive energy. You know, the people who use the time to deep clean the house, or start a new project, or get back into a rigorous work out routine. The longer she went without a new assignment from the Council, the more jittery and flighty Buffy became. Her mind ran rampant with all the things she'd done wrong on the job. Nothing reached the level of what happened previously with Jason, but Buffy was incapable of letting her mind rest, nor come to the conclusion that maybe business was just slow.

By day six, she was crawling out of her skin. So she changed into real clothes for the first time in several days, and begrudgingly left the house. If the assignments weren't going to come to her, maybe she could find them on her own. It seemed... feasible... at least in this town.

The sidewalks were wet and puddles gathered in the trenches where concrete ended and the moist, soggy earth began. Spring was well on its way, but there was still a crispness in the air as the snow from the last of winter was finally beginning to melt. Buffy pulled her leather coat tighter across her chest, and buried her chin within it as she walked, watching the sun as it moved at a seemingly excruciating pace to drop beyond the horizon. Nothing interesting happened in this city during daylight. Hence her willingness only to embark from her cozy home at sunset.

Hours passed and Buffy wandered the streets, block by block. She found no monsters in the alleyways or shrieks of normal humans needing help. Her wandering ways led her to a liquor store, where she indulged herself quietly on a small bottle of cheap whiskey wrapped in a brown paper bag as she rode the subway from one side of town to the next. By the time she emerged from the subway station in downtown, she was a little tipsy and it didn't feel quite so chilly anymore.

The dark hunter continued to stroll down the sidewalks, this time having to dodge rough-edged shoulders and hustling passerbys. She sipped at what was left of her bottle until it was gone. With every new block, Buffy became more agitated, bored by the fact that she couldn't find something better to do and annoyed by the amount of seemingly faceless people who hurried by her on the streets.

So she dipped into a bar.

It was crowded, and for a second she thought about leaving again. But a stool opened up at the bar and she snagged it. She ordered another whiskey. Neat. Time went by and the empty, sweating glasses began to stack up. She found herself laughing with a bunch of strange men at the bar and couldn't remember why. More time went by. She removed a man's grimy paw from her thigh time and time again. Things grew more hazy. She couldn't find her phone. She thought she felt more hands on her body but she was losing control of her limbs. There were so many people here, too many faces to keep track of. She could feel the heat of whiskey-laced exhales on the back of her neck. She could hear the chatter of people crowding in behind her. All the while, she was struggling to maintain an upright position. And to keep her eyes open.

GIA BUFFY JONES




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