• Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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.

  • Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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

shimmer shimmer and shine97.85.195.48Posted On May 16, 2016 at 9:32 AM by Samantha Cassidy


With the events that had plagued the faerie girl recently, it was sufficient to say that she was learning to despise coming to the burlesque. No, it wasn’t that she hated the work, quite the opposite. She loved doing the inventory and payroll and managing the girls that were downstairs. As it had turned out, she had a knack for the technical aspects of the job. What she lacked in the ability to dance, she made up for in her management abilities. It had even been enough, really, to gain her the respect of some, but not all, of the faerie girls that worked downstairs. It had been a momentary victory, though one that had been shattered nearly instantly by her one and only visit from Frost. His words, though she desperately wanted to deny them, plagued the back of the girl’s mind. Every figure made her question their intent. Every shadow made her want to crawl out of her skin. When she would walk home, she’d be so scared she could feel her heart about to burst out of her chest.

It was becoming increasingly worse as the days went by, to the point that the girl had a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach every single time she had to walk into the burlesque. It was crawling with faeries, both in employees and patrons, and which one of them would be the one to betray her? She was lucky, perhaps, for the rumor that had spread about her. It was hardly a rumor, of course, though Samantha had not confronted it other than the tiny nod she’d offered one of the faerie girls that she trusted downstairs. She was sure that was enough, however, to spread the news. Luckily, no one had protested when she’d gone up to the office and shut the door behind her. She had enough paperwork to keep herself occupied for a week or more – it had certainly piled up from the girl taking the weekend off. She’d been home all weekend trying to smooth relations between Dorian and Ivy, spending the time bonding with them in an attempt to make this easier.

It was a shock, then, when the door opened suddenly. Samantha jumped, immediately to her feet. Whoever it was, she wouldn’t be hidden behind a desk, she could escape, she would run… and oh, it was… Nadya? The girl’s frantic stance relaxed, her mind reminded of Frost’s words that Nadya had nothing to do with this, that her intentions were only pure with the girl. “Nadya,” Samantha found herself saying, a hint of confusion in her voice. She hadn’t seen the girl since the incident at her apartment, and given the fractured state of the girl’s mind, she hardly expected to. As the woman set the bottle of vodka on her desk, Samantha took a seat back in her chair, watching as the woman poured the two shots of the very, very expensive beverage. Given that she had just been doing inventory, she knew the price of that particular bottle, though if Nadya had brought it to her, she hardly felt room to protest.

It was the tone of Nadya’s statement that caused Samantha to swallow. The look on her face was clear that the woman thought the woman was mad as a hatter, and if the information that she knew was what she had expected it to be, she was sure she was bound for a lecture. “Okay,” Samantha said as she reached across the desk, grabbing her own shot glass. She wasn’t a drinker, usually, but the anxiety that clutched at her had her downing the expensive liquid without hesitation. Placing the shot glass down once more, she looked up at the girl. “What have you heard?”

Samantha Cassidy



Replies

Post A Reply