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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

for pleasure seldom has a cure50.35.0.252Posted On June 24, 2017 at 1:52 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after


Truthfully, the vampire hadn't the slightest notion of what to do with the Dark Hunter in his arms. Through her sobs had slowly lessened, he was hardly any closer to discovering what had prompted them in the first place, though he wasn't sure he wanted to know either. After all, the young woman had been nothing but brash every encounter with her and yet, here she was, crying in his arms. How did he wind up in situations such as this? Despite those thoughts which ran so rampant within his mind, the Englishman said particularly little as he followed those familiar streets down towards that particularly family friendly neighborhood. He knew where it was, in theory, though it was not often that Sebastian stalked these streets. His own victims tended to be young college girls or recent graduates making their way through the world in seedy apartments. This was out his norm - though truly what of tonight wasn't? He stood on the corner of those streets just within that neighborhood, attempting to coax some level of direction from the Huntress only to be rewarded with the weak, disorientated flailing of her limbs in an effort to stand once again. As if she hadn't learned well enough last time?

He said naught a word on the futility of those efforts, instead slowly shifting to provide the woman the best hope of success as he placed her feet upon the ground. The vampire hovered nearby as she attempting to find some sort of stability throughout whatever so laced her system and yet, after a few wobbly moments, she seemed upright enough for the man to give her a touch of space. His blue eyes remained steadfast upon the girl as she so seemed to gasp for breath. Those words, when they finally did come, were soft and disjoined and yet, his keen hearing and sharp mind were able to make quick work of them. Sebastian nodded, stepping closer towards her as he began to lead that way in the direction she pointed. She seemed to want to walk on her own two feet and though he fully allowed her too, he was fully prepared to assist if her equilibrium should once again falter. Thankfully, finding that mysterious 621 Orange was hardly difficult, a fact he was quite grateful for. Heaven forbid there be an Orange Street, Orange Avenue, and Orange Block - though he'd seen some neighborhoods get nearly that ridiculous with street names, he hardly wished to visit every house in an effort to get her home.

For a moment, he eyed the facade of that house, the lights in the upper floors still on to indicate someone was awake. Even so, he hardly bothered the residents, carefully moving as he had been instructed towards the only structure he could find that was 'not the main house'. Frankly, it looked more like a…..er….quaint...mother-in-law suite. The sort of place you'd put mother-in-laws you particularly did not like. It was only at that door that he paused to glance back at her, a small frown on his features. "All right, dollface, do you think you can hand me the keys or do I have to go fishing for them?" He inquired, eying her as if she was some sort of venus fly trap that might bite him for touching any part of her she deemed unnecessary. It was true that he'd carried her home but, he doubted severely she'd look upon fishing through the pockets of those tight jeans nearly as favorably. And, frankly, he already was hesitant of what would come we'd she'd fully regained the use of all of her limbs.



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