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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

black fingernails and red wine101.180.53.52Posted On May 25, 2017 at 3:46 PM by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch


That query as to just what he would do with money saw both those striking blue eyes lift upward. What would he do with money?! Was this guy serious? Did Damon have that much that he needed to find things to do with it? Then again judging from the look of his car and his clothes that was probably true. Arlo managing to stare in disbelief a few moments longer as he trailed after his newfound companion. The younger vampire oblivious to that touch of the elder’s magic and that compulsive desire to follow along that had been so unwillingly pushed into his mind. Really, he couldn’t remember why he hadn’t liked that guy all that much to begin with. He seemed alright. Mostly. Arlo’s shoulders at last lifting into a shrug off sorts, that sarcasm touching his words now as if his reply should have been blatantly obvious.

“Oh I don’t know, pay rent? Buy a second chair for my apartment? Maybe new shoes if I’m feeling really wild.”

A blood cocktail, appealing though that sounded, was largely a trivial expense to his mind. Not when he could have had rent on time for once in his life or maybe even those new shoes. Arlo paused briefly to glance down at his well-worn sneakers, several places upon them hanging together by the barest remains of fabric and leather. It was a shame really, he had liked those shoes and yet wet feet was not nearly as pleasant. At least it wasn’t raining tonight. Maybe he should have stolen that Lukas fellows shoes as well. He put the thought out of his mind for now, his attention far more taken with that car, the black beast practically purring to life beneath that touch of Damon’s power. Arlo inclined to admit that, maybe, the guy was more powerful than he had let on, something within him shifting with unease and yet he pushed it aside all the same. That command to behave seeming to remove that stubborn that might otherwise of best him now. Arlo choosing instead to compliment that car as he slid into the passenger seat and onto that leather interior. This was nicer than anything he’d ever owned. Damon grinning at him then, his own lip quirking slightly in response to those words as his eyes rolled almost playfully. His words light all the same.

“Sure bud, whatever you say.”

Embrace what he was? He’d ended up with nothing because of what he was. Nothing. When he could have had everything. A home, a life, a career- a family. Those dejecting thoughts were pushed hurriedly from his mind, Arlo rarely inclined to consider them if only for the way they tended to gnaw at him. The vampire instead doing as he did best, shoving those emotions aside, pretending as if nothing bothered him at all. He was good at that. If nothing else. At pretending the world didn’t bother him in the slightest. The truth of it far harsher then he was willing to admit to even himself. His gaze drifted then from that plush leather interior to Damon then, the man’s less then pleasant attitude perhaps the most striking part of his persona so far. The idea that a guy like this had a girl like that hardly lost on the younger man. Damon was….alright looking, he supposed, for a guy. Chances were women probably found him attractive, plus he was rich- maybe that was how he got the girl. Either that or he was some sort of mob boss. Arlo unwilling to put that past him either and yet the man never had been afraid to simply speak what was on his mind, asking after just what Damon did exactly only to be rewarded with an almost cryptic answer. Well- at least he wasn’t in the mafia. The idea that he was used to getting what he wanted however merely saw Arlo nod. God he was going to get himself killed tonight. He could see it now. That idea of death prompting that final question from him. Surely Damon wasn’t about to help kill someone for him was he? Arlo’s stomach turning at even the idea, the man relieved to hear Damon had little intention of it. Those sudden questions seeing his features frown again, one hand lifting to run through the dark off his hair as he lent back in that passenger seat. Damon cruising effortlessly along those streets as Arlo merely looked uncomfortable.

“I mean- I have some idea. If I ever bite a human though I just take enough to take the edge off the hunger, a few mouthfuls- that’s it. I’ve felt a heart slow before and I figure that’s always a good place to stop. That sort of thing doesn’t matter with vampire victims. Bud, where are we going? I’ve never been to this part of town.”




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