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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

TRYING NOT TO WASTE MY TIME; beylani71.211.149.81Posted On September 08, 2017 at 8:11 PM by BENJAMIN ANDREEV

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Beep…beep…beep

He snaps up in his bed and looks to the nightstand beside him, and of course, he forgot to plug in his phone, which leaves him to shuffle through the covers of his bed, feeling around for it. All the while, the incessant sound of the alarm ringtone doesn’t quite. Finally, Benji is able to find it and slides his finger across his phone screen to silence the alarm. It was Thursday, and so that meant he didn't have class until later that afternoon, so he takes his time emerging from his cocoon of warm blankets, to cast his amber eyes gaze to the outside world. It was rainy, unfortunately, which meant the boy without a car was stuck to walking in wetness.

Bare feet make a quiet patter as he walks to the bathroom of his studio apartment, looks at himself in the mirror before splashing his face with ice cold water and drying it with a towel. His morning routine is essentially, the same as always, he brushes his teeth, combs his hair, even though it did always tend to look a little on the messy side, throws on a t-shirt and jeans before slipping his feet into his black vans with the frayed lacing.

About to leave, Benjamin grabs his phone and sees the indication of a message staring up at him. A half, crooked smile floats on his lips as he sees who it is. Caroline, his older sister, as always, has texted him a bible quote as she does every morning. Benji had never been big on religion, believing that he would make his own fate in this world, but Caroline would always shrug and just say it was something for him to think about throughout his day. Caroline was the epitome of perfect and Benji was thankful for her relationship. He knows he needs to go back and visit soon, but it was a long bus ride back to where she lives and going back there was never as satisfying as he would attempt to trick himself into. He texts her back with a quick ‘thanks,’ before throwing his laptop into backpack and shoving his arms into a rain coat. There was a coffee shop in another part of town, he had walked there before, besides, the rain was a mere light drizzle, he would be fine.

He walks with steady steps, avoiding puddles to not drench his footwear, knowing what a killer it is to have to sit in wet shoes all day in class. It made concentrating hard, and since he has Calc II today he really didn't want to be distracted. The sound of rain pattering against his hood echoes inside his ear drums and the noise is almost soothing in a way, it was consistent and droned out the hum of thoughts that were attempting to cross his mind. Up ahead, he spots a coffee shop that he had heard about, or at least seen enough of on Instagram. It wouldn't be a bad place to get some homework done and then hop on a bus to get to school.

As he enters the shop, Benji lowers his hood and reaches into his pocket to grab some money to get a coffee. He orders a small, no cream, no sugar, he drinks it black. A quiet place against the wall seemed like the perfect place to set up, so he pulls his laptop out of his backpack, plugs in some headphones and turns on the best rap song he can find as he attempts to do some practice problems his professor had emailed him a few days ago. Benji pulls a spiral notebook and a calculator from his bag as he begins to rove through them, hoping he can get them done before class today. He wouldn't have much time to study tonight, after he finished practice and made his commute back to his apartment. He thinks how much easier it would be to live on campus, but then he remembers how much it would cost how room and board were the only things not covered in his scholarship so he opted out. Besides, it gave him no temptation to go out and party like the rest of the Freshmen seemed to be doing. Drugs, alcohol, it wasn't his scene. He continues writing, occasionally glancing up when movement catches his amber gaze, or dropping his eyes to his phone whenever he gets a text, either from Caroline, or the group chat he was in for the team, but otherwise he remains focused, serious, somber, stern even. Benjamin was like a rainy day if it was a person. Perhaps, he needed some sunshine.




BENJAMIN


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