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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 strange192.206.23.249Posted On June 13, 2017 at 9:17 AM by Gia Jones

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



Buffy clutched at the soft blue fabric of the hankerchief as Sebastian moved with ease through the city. She was too far gone to really appreciate the speed at which they were traveling, and luckily was too enamored with her own overwhelming feelings to be too prone to motion sickness. But before she knew it, they were standing along the damp asphalt of a quiet neighborhood street. Sebastian had gotten her this far. Her wails and tears had been reduced to half-slumbered murmurs by the time they arrived in Dupont Circle. She was gently shaken from the quiet, though quite damp, nest within his arms. Her eyes were bloodshot and glazed over, but Buffy was the most alert she had been all night. Perhaps the effects of whatever it was in her system were beginning to subside.

The dark hunter began to crawl out from within his grasp when she realized where she was, struggling with limp arms and flailing boots to rid herself of his hold. When she finally managed on her feet, she stood uneasily for a long moment, her mouth open as she took in several long, hot and humid deep breathes of the summer night's air. "Orange Street." She said softly, a crooked arm raising into the air and pointing in the direction in which they should go. "621 Orange. Unit B. Not da.... main house." It was a struggle, and her speech was still mostly slurred, but she was at least talking in almost sentences.

The lights out front of the main house weren't on at this hour, but Buffy could still make out the charming front porch and its big, light blue columns. It had been the perfect place to grow up. DuPont Circle, for all the shit Buffy gave this place as a teenager and even now in her twenties, was a nice neighborhood for regular people. Perhaps that's why she loathed it so much before. She wasn't ordinary. And now that house was filled with too many painful memories, ones that made her long for her mother and her sister and sometimes even the company of Jason, though she'd never admit that out loud. And for all those reasons, that's why she didn't live there anymore.

Buffy hired a few crappy contractors to do a shoddy remodel of the detached garage out back just months after her mother's funeral. The cold and damp studio apartment is where she dwelled now, with her sister's temperamental cat and a barely working kitchen. She rented out of the main house. "Around back." She told Sebastian, and for the first time, she could see him in plain view, without the hazy mirrored images of him lingering at both sides.

GIA BUFFY JONES




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