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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.

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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

mukashi mukashi50.46.99.184Posted On June 05, 2016 at 11:24 AM by yumi chizue


"You look beautiful Isolt. Everything's going to be fine." The young vampire responded, a small simper settled upon her lips as she watched her companion fuss with her dress in the mirror. Her dark, chocolate eyes remained steadfast upon her Supreme, all too aware of the fashion at which the red head's shoulders slouched ever so slightly, clearly still hesitant under the weight of the mantle that she had taken on after Damien's rather abrupt and unexpected absence. Slowly, the doll slid off the edge of the chair, moving to stand in front of the elder vampire. She reached up, gingerly rearranging the woman's locks so it framed her face. "You can do this. I promise. You're so good at it and you look wonderful and the tavern looks great. Everything's going to go perfectly." Chizue glanced up at her companion,a warm simper lighting up her demure features in her best efforts to reassure the woman.

In truth, Damon's absence had scarcely affected the vampire girl as much as it had her companion. It was no secret that she had been a major supporter of her companion's relationship and yet, in truth, she had spent little time with Damon by herself that held any real merit. It was easier for her, then, to pick up the pieces of her life and likewise she tried her best to be there for her employer and friend. Her head bobbed ever so slightly behind her companion, "I'll be down in a bit." She responded in a faux cheerful tone, ushering her companion off with whatever words of reassurance that she could offer. In the end, however, Chizue was left alone in the apartment to face her own mirror and find something that she herself looked suitable in.

It took Chizue far longer then she cared to admit before the Asian girl found a slimming ebony dress that she viewed appropriate. The gown was hardly as tantalizing as the one her Supreme had donned for the evening, instead a simple black cocktail dress that was overlaid with a black lace. it was a stark contrast to her pale, dead skin. She paused in front of the mirror, brushing out the long, silken locks of her equally as dark hair before delicately placing the brush on Isolt's vanity. Her lips pressed together ever so slightly as she glanced at herself in the mirror, ensuring that she was presentable enough to represent the tavern. After all, beauty was hardly Chizue's forte,at least not within her own mind. The sheer notion of looking "sexy" was quite foreign to the demure waitress. Frankly, she hardly saw a reason to attend the gala all together. She was hardly one for politics and she certainly wasn't a body of any true merit - not like the people that would attend tonight. Tonight their tavern would be filled with leaders in business, politics, notable figures of various species, and then -- her. No, Chizue scarcely belonged and yet, here she was.

When she finally joined the party, her dark colored gaze scanned the congregation at large, easily noting that she was entirely correct on her previous suspicions of tonight's events. She hardly recognized any of the faces that filled the restaurant and yet, Chizue was hardly perturbed by this. After all, she was here but for the redhead herself. Silently she slid up to Isolt's side, listening to the words spoken to the sharply dressed and undeniably handsome fellow in front of them and yet, Chizue offered no word herself beyond a warm smile, entirely content to be Isolt's shadow for the evening.



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