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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
    0 employees

    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

God I Want to Dream Again47.186.158.204Posted On May 13, 2017 at 5:32 AM by Calliel Alosi


I swear coffee is an addiction and it amuses me that I am a supplier. I’ve been here for nearly a year now and I am capable of dealing with the overwhelming throng of people that constantly go through that door, with simple and complicated orders. There are two kinds of people in this world that give out complicated orders – nice or bitchy. I don’t mind the ones that are pleasant when they give out their order. It’s the ones that have an attitude, the ones that threaten to raise hell if their coffee isn’t created in the upmost perfect way. I don’t like those patrons. I don’t like them one bit. Now I can’t exactly poison them or make them sick with their warm beverage. I do not want to ruin Alex’s shop or keep people from ever coming back. However, I do want to punish them and the best way I know how is by inflicting pain. They could suddenly have an ache in their side, or have a terrible migraine, maybe find it hard to breathe. Is it wrong? Yes, yes it is, and yet it brings me some satisfaction. Life has treated me poorly and so I do not mind dishing out my own desires to bring others some discomfort.

Luckily this afternoon I’ve have some of our regulars and complete strangers come in without any problems at all. As I work my mind rolls over and over about many different things. I think about where I ended up here working in the café with another Were and the Great Alexander the Great. I am saddened that Anastasia hasn’t been back. We were supposed to train together, but she hasn’t come back. It reminds me of the pain I felt when I tore myself away from my maker and seeing him never try to get me back. Do I feel abandoned by my maker? Of course, even though it was my decision. Do I feel abandoned by Anastasia? Yes. With the absence of my parents for part of my childhood and having a Great Uncle never talk to me, well, that just adds onto the pain. Though as I mull over such thoughts, attempting to figure out what I shall do for myself or not, I people watch. There is a girl at the end of the bar waiting for me to make her coffee, and I am going as quickly as I can, because there is no one else in line and I’d like to have a break myself. As I slide the coffee over to her, I notice the dark circles under his eyes, and see that exhausted look. I know I’m not supposed to do this and yet, I feel bad for her. So, I grab a muffin out from behind the counter and place it on a plate, handing it to her.

“You look like you could use something to eat with your coffee.”

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable




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