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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 April 11, 2017 at 10:09 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



The word “baby girl” has her snapping to attention immediately, her gaze narrowing on him as she folds her arms sassily over her chest, “My name is not baby girl,” she growls at him, her chocolate eyes fixed on him fiercely. How she despised terms like that, she had jumped down Arlo’s throat the first time he called her babe and surprisingly he had yet to use that term again. Still, it was no surprise that she was demanding a stranger to not call her anything but her name, it was so typically Miyako. Huffing at him, she unfolds her arms quickly realizing it was far too hot in here for her to be doing that.

Though she had snapped at him, it doesn’t take long before that faint smile is toying at her lips again, a bit shy but hopefully he would take her mind off of this unfortunate situation. Still, that heat creeps up her spine and it doesn’t take long before she’s slinging her messenger bag from her shoulders and setting it on the ground, her jacket following suit as she discards the material onto her bag, along with the scarf. Sighing in relief, she returns her attention entirely back towards the man, convinced that this was the stranger that was on her roof not terribly long ago.

Arching a brow in disbelief at his response, she sets a hand on her hip as she regards him through narrowed eyes, “You’re sure you weren’t recently on a rough plotting your demise? I sat with you for several hours until I was sure you weren’t going to kill yourself,” she reminds him a bit bluntly. Either the man was lying to get under her skin or he was telling the truth and he did indeed of a doppelgänger in town. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she must take a deep breath before she gets snippy with him, eyes fluttering close momentarily.

Her feelings under control, she drops her hand, though the other remains on her hip. As he folds his arms over his chest, Miyako is distracted briefly by his muscled arms and the tattoos that line his skin, she might have asked about them but he comments that he needs to meet this stranger. Perhaps it truly wasn’t the same man. Shrugging at him she gives a small nod in agreement, “You probably do, he could be posing as you this very instant, getting a ticket or something of the sort,” she flashes a brief smile, a small giggle falling from her lips. Yes, the heat was indeed getting to her if she was giggling at this stranger.

As the conversation shifts, she tilts her head at him in a curious manner, her fingers running through her hair to peel it off the nape of her neck. Again, she sucks that lower lip into her mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully, “I’ve never been given anything in my life, I work hard for everything I own,” she shrugs. It was true, after her mother passed away her father had abandoned her, announcing that he wanted nothing to do with her solely because she looked so much like her mother. It was heartbreaking when it happened but she had learned to steel herself through it all, paying her way through college and managing to snag an internship at a local hospital.

Her life wasn’t easy but it wasn’t terribly hard either.

“I suppose that makes us opposite then,” she laughs lightly, tugging at her sweater around her neck. By god she was hot. “You never told me your name,” she states, wondering briefly if she should remove her top, she did have a tank top underneath. Pushing the thought off for the moment, her chocolate eyes fix on the brute of a man before her, those eyes roaming his figure a bit more freely.

Miyako Aiken



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