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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

Dorian ;; the fantasy on your mind50.46.130.117Posted On April 15, 2016 at 8:32 PM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better

Death had become far too familiar to the vampire within the past few weeks. He often preferred to keep his brushes with his own annihilation to one every decade, if that. And yet, in the past fourteen days alone, Sebastian had nearly found himself obliterated by the sun, at the point of a stake from a hunter that refused to believe in love, and challenging his own maker for his feeding techniques. Suffice to say, it certainly had not been his week - much less his month. The vampire had nearly considered simply remaining insidbe for the rest of his evening, nestled warmly amongst the satin sheets regardless of the hunger that ate as his stomach and the need that tugged at loins. It took considerable effort to even coax himself to roll over to the edge of the bed, a soft breath leaving his lips. Eventually, Sebastian managed to drag himself from the confines of the bed, entirely tentative of whatever this night might bring him. With his luck, tonight he'd find himself sinking in a vat of liquid silver or something equally as morbid - not that such dejecting thoughts were in anyway typical of the usually suave male.

The man tugged his coat closer to his figure as he stepped out onto the cobblestone streets. He flicked up the collar of his jacket against still nippy spring air. Sebastian fully intended to stick to his usual haunts tonight, especially considering any such deviate had lately had such disastrous results. How hard was it to simply bed someone? Really? Was it too much to ask for? Sebastian stopped abruptly as he stepped out of the alleyway, bright red lights filling the street. A small frown marred his features as he eyed the large firetruck in the alleyway. It took several more steps out into the cobblestone walkways until the man saw the flames that licked his usual haunt, the crowds being pushed back by firefights before, all of a sudden, a loud bang caused the beginning of the congregation of patrons to shreak. Apparently the fire had only just found the alcohol, causing the flames to rapidly shoot towards the darkened sky. Of fucking course. Of course his favorite bar would burn down tonight of all nights - when all Sebastian sought for was the familiar.

Against the man's better judgement, he slowly approached the crowd of awestruck onlookers, staying both at the back and on the fridge as his crystalline gaze was cast towards the bright hues that flickered within the night. It certainly was a sight to behold, that even Sebastian couldn't deny. He glanced over at the man beside him, effortlessly able to detect the simple fact that he was not of the human variety. In fact, Sebastian had only just recently discovered the word of his species - the taste of fae the back of his tongue was enough to bring memories of the intoxicating Darien and the terrified Samantha. They had tasted entirely new to him - delicious, even. "Excuse me, do you know what happened here?" The vampire inquired, unaware of the fashion at which his voice had dropped to that same husky tone he used when trying to allure his prey to his bed. Maybe tonight didn't have to end so badly after all?

OOC: Sooo...it was either burn down the building or have him stand boredly in front of the tavern - so I chose the more exciting route!



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