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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

when i used to rule the world50.125.73.18Posted On October 30, 2017 at 11:45 PM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


Unlike Alexander's newfound potential hire, work ethic was not particularly high upon the Macedonian conqueror's list of redeemable traits. That wasn't to say the Hunter was lazy in any sense, rather, that cafe hardly enticed him quite in a fashion enough to give that business he'd started his all. In fact, the creation of the Inner Sanctum had been the result of little more than a loss at a rather high stakes poker game, one followed by the assurance that the near ancient Monarch was incapable of being in a customer service orientated industry. He could hardly deny that the notion that the customer was King had a habit of grating on the man's demeanor. That cafe had come to establish a sort of reputation for itself. Though the coffee was nothing shy of utterly decadent and the prices surely justified that rich, strong, or sweet cup of coffee, Alexander freely utilized his right to deny service to anyone. The woman standing before him, however, seemed quite near sickeningly sweet with the warm simper she presented him with and her outstretched hand. She seemed the exact sort of individual that any normal cafe might want behind their counters and yet, Alexander's baristas tended to be a bit more...feisty. Alexis aside.

Even so, Alexander reached out to her, placing his far more calloused hand within her own. "Morning." He muttered easily enough, before leaning back behind that counter, the hunter simply listening as she continued on in her efforts to create a pleasant first impression within the stoic and often disinterested man. For a moment, Alexander was content to simply eye the woman, considering that offer and all that she had informed him of. Teaching someone the ins and outs of that job was hardly ideal and yet, making coffee, he supposed, was relatively easy. If he could convince whole legions of men to murder for him, surely teaching one girl how to brew coffee and handle tender was within his skillset. Still, he had to consider how much he wished to babysit her over the next few weeks, much less if she'd get along with Alexis or Calliel. God, he hated hiring new people. A soft sigh left his lips as his gaze briefly fluttered from her to patrons that lined his cafe. Still, with Dorian's presence within the city and his increasing time away from the cafe, he needed someone to cover those time slots he often did. At the very least, he supposed he could give her a chance, if she worked out it would reduce the number of interviews that he was required to do and if she didn't….well, then she was just another one to add to that pile of rejected applicants.

"Come with me." He commented simply, gesturing the girl around the bar and towards the back hallway. Alexander was entirely aware that the young woman likely hadn’t anticipated to receive an interview the moment that she walked it to his cafe with the hopes of a job and yet, that sheer peculiarity was what drew the Dark Hunter to the rather peculiar technique in the first place. In fact, he was quite near known for his tendency to do the unexpected in many aspects of his life - no matter how many centuries had passed. That office he led her into was quite near impeccable in appearance, the room meticulously cleaned, tidy, and almost...ornate. That faux wood of the cafe was replaced here with genuine hardwood. The walls retained their darker color, one wall the same brick color that accented that main room in the coffee house. A large bookshelf took up the wall opposite of it, filled with binders that had each been tediously labeled with years and various expenses. In the middle of the room sat a large mahogany desk, the piece of furniture certainly of a higher quality than most would find within such a small cafe. Alexander gestured to the arm chairs before that desk before the Hunter settled in his own designated seat.

It was only once the young woman was seated that he spoke, "So….Beylani…." His own distinct accent was all too present in that pronunciation of her name. "Tell me about your previous jobs and how they might pertain to this one and….why you want this job." He was well aware that a barista position was hardly glamorous in any sense. This was not any sort of career one stayed at long term. It was a stepping stone to a much larger profession in most individuals lives and yet, it was important to know what her aspirations were so he knew if she was even worth his time short term. After all, there was no point to teaching her if she was merely going to leave in six months to a year.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own



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