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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

    owned by Eve Thorn
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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

    Owner Eve Thorn

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    The VooDoo Room

    owned by Ceara Hade
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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

    Owner Ceara Hade

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    The Witchery

    owned by Rowena Metcalf
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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

    Owner Rowena Metcalf

    Sous Chef Elenore Dorian

I'm gonna dance on broken glass; open75.166.131.242Posted On November 10, 2017 at 3:39 PM by kathryn quinn

Kathryn Quinn Murphy
I bet on me and my own heartbeat

She is dreaming again.

It is not often that Kathryn finds her mind admits the dream world that she prefers not to visit, but when she does spiral down that long dark hallway into her subconscious, thinking things she forgets she still remembers, the dreams are vivid, strong, and much, much too real for her liking. Inside her dreams, it is like all her senses are on over drive, hyper aware of everything that is going on around her. Her dreams are never the same either, so it’s not like she can pinpoint this vivid dreaming to having some sort of secret message to it, wouldn't it all just be the same then? It’s never the same emotion that seems to sprout from them, her nighttime journeys have left her feeling elated upon waking, remnants of laughter still straining her cheeks, they’ve made her feel sorrow, tear streaked lines marking her face. And perhaps the worst is when she has woken up in a sort of rage, fingernail marks engrained into her skin from having been clenching her fists.

Today though, it is not any of those emotions.
Today it is confusion.

Kathryn awakes with a start, a deep inhale, sucking air into her lungs as she is suddenly thrusted from the land of subconscious wanderings back into the land of the living. She realizes she has fallen asleep on the couch of her two-bedroom townhouse. Coming to a sitting up position, the images flash before her mind as her head reels and twirls, clouded with a confusion and countless questions.

Fingers run through her dark locks, messing her hair for a moment before hand comes back to rest on her lap. Piercing blue eyes blink slowly, long, dark lashes fluttering close for a moment, before opening again. They stand strikingly bright against the tanned skin of her face. They remained focused, staring straight ahead as she attempts to sort out what she has just experienced in her slumber. She concentrates for a moment longer, before shaking her long, dark locks and rising from the couch. Kat meanders into the kitchen and blue eyes rove to the clock on the stove, 6:15. What time had she laid down? She doesn't even remember closing her eyes.

Going into her bedroom, Kathryn pulls out a cream sweater, along with a maroon skirt from her closet. First throwing on a pair of black tights before putting on the rest of her attire, knowing that the night would only grow colder as it got later and she didn't know how late she would be out. Though hopefully not too late, she thinks to herself, smile touching softly on her lips. Her makeup is simple. Eyeliner, mascara, and a touch of matte lipstick, though nothing too bright nor too bold. She was a simple girl, never looking for anything too extravagant. She ruffles her hair, giving it a slight volume, but she doesn't do anything else with it, keeping it straight with a slight curl at the end of it as it feel down her back a few inches below her shoulder blades.

Kathryn moves around the boxes of her townhouse, the boxes she had yet to unpack. She doesn't know why she just doesn't unpack everything, the clutter was driving her insane. Maybe, it was because she wanted an exit strategy. If she decides she didn't want to stay here, then she could throw everything back in the jeep and be on her way. No need to repack if you never unpack in the first place.

But she knows she cant give up that easily on this new life for herself.

She sighs as she slips on her black ankle boots and enters out into the autumn air with not a clue as to where she was headed. Kat figures the best way to figure out the city may be to get lost, so she picks a direction and begins walking. She continues walking, taking in the sights around her, all her senses seemed to be on overdrive due to the excitement that makes her heart quicken whenever she spots something particularly enticing. She makes mental notes of places she would like to visit in the future.

As always, whenever she gets excited or any other heightened emotion for that matter, the breeze around her blows with a little more ferocity. Kathryn, in all her years, has never made this connection.

You see, Kat is a witch that doesn't know she is a witch.
Or, rather, she cant remember.

Just as it starts to get a little colder, she stumbles across a bar. Glancing in through a window out of the side of her eye, she is awestruck by the vibrant decorations inside. This place was certainly fancy. Kat halts her steps, hesitates for a moment, but ultimately, she decides to go inside. Being young, she was fairly new to any bar scene, so as she crosses over the threshold and out of the way of the doorway, she simply stands there, not sure if she sits down or goes up to the bar. She doesn't know anyone and this makes her feel lonely. Lonely as she stands, with big blue eyes as wide as a deer in headlights.


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