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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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name? 69.145.144.152Posted On April 03, 2017 at 9:28 PM by MIYAKO AIKEN



The impact was hard, practically a bruising force as it nearly rattles her teeth in her skull as the petite Asian woman falls to the ground, spilling the contents of her bag and in turn donuts scatter around them. One of those jelly-filled goodness successfully smacking the man in the face, thought the woman hardly notices as she is far too embarrassed by her own clumsiness she begins to gather her belongings, apologizing profusely as she notes the sudden silence in the shop, the clicking of cameras filling that quiet. Blushing furiously, she glances up at the man who is now knelt before her, helping her gather her things.

“You didn’t run into me, this is my fault and I made you drop all your doughnuts!” she exclaims, those cheeks tinged with pink as she reaches for the pencils in his hand. Retrieving them, she offers a shy smile, “Thank you,” she says quietly though the eyes of shop are still burning into her back and she shifts uncomfortably under their eyes. Clasping his hand, she doesn’t immediate note how cold his fingers are, though she gratefully takes it and pulls herself into a standing position. Brushing her pants off, she glances up into his face, before her brows sky rocket. “Ah, you, um,” she mumbles out before digging into her bag and retrieving several napkins.

Instead of handing the napkins to him, she simply raises her hand and begins dabbing at the jelly on his face. It takes a moment before she realizes what she’s doing before her face flushes a brilliantly red before she shoves the napkins into his hand, “Sorry, you had, um, jelly on your face,” she mutters dropping her gaze to the ground. When he offers to buy her a drink she shakes her head, “No thank you, I should be offering to buy these donuts for you, I ruined them all,” she frowns at the mess that’s still scattered about the ground, “Can I pay for these please? It would make me feel better,” she states, finally glancing back at the stranger.

She’s relieved when he finally dismisses his entourage of workers, though there was still a fair number of customers still watching them. Again, she shifts a bit uncomfortable as some of the workers exit, allowing room to breathe at last. When she asks if she had hurt him, relief swamps her as he simply shakes his head. Offering a tentative smile back at him, she wraps her fingers around her messenger bag’s strap, “Miyako,” she answers simply before she flushes again at her forwardness. He did look familiar, perhaps he simply looked like someone she knew in class.

Shrugging the thought away, she returns her attention to the man. When he introduces himself, Mi arches a brow in surprised, “You’re the mayor?” she asks, astonishment coating her words, “It would explain why there are so many cameras,” she gestures with her hand at the crowd as they still stand rather uncomfortably in front of the customers, as if they were putting on a show for them. Cringing at the thought and almost horrified expression crosses her features, “I’m glad your workers didn’t find me a threat, Mr. Auerbach, that could have been… bad,” she trails off rather lamely.

The Asian woman wasn’t entirely what would happen to her if they had thought she was a threat to the mayor. She knew well enough she would be dismayed if she were to be arrested! Her lips thin in apprehension as those thoughts travel through her mind, the girl entirely distracted from the man for the moment. Oh, how her mind ran rampant.

Miyako Aiken



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