East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

I'm searching for something that I can't reach {open}


Posted on October 26, 2016 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
East




Sad eyes, mouth full of white lies




State of the art? I don't know about that... It looks more like a state of junk." Blake grumbled into the palm of his hand as he squinted his eyes suspiciously at the computer screen. He was attempting to browse online for a new project but so far he hadn't really found anything that spoke to him. He had completed his most recent task, restoring the vehicle taking up 90% of his garage, and had put it up on market earlier that day. He figured it would sell fairly quickly since everyone wanted an old muscle car, especially the ever sought after Mustang. Now, don't get him wrong, he loved the muscle cars just as much as the next guy, but Blake always found it was more fun to tinker with them than actually drive them. In fact, he just wanted to tinker with everything. It seemed as soon as he ran out of things to tinker with, the item would go up for sale or lay forgotten on a shelf somewhere. Perhaps that was why his house seemed in a constant state of repairs and renovations. Too bad he couldn't stay focused on one project which is why his guest bathroom sat in a state of disrepair, waiting ever so patiently for him to reinstall walls and flooring after he shifted the plumbing in his shower.

Closing the top of his laptop, Blake blinked a couple of times to allow his eyes to adjust to the room's dim light. He had grown increasingly restless this last week, unsatisfied with his employment and projects at home. He wasn't sure what he searching for but he felt like he was just in a state of constant searching. Too bad he didn't have any direction or outlet for his built up energy. He wanted to quit his job, however he wasn't willing to risk his parents' wrath. They were already frustrated he refused to return to college and couldn't seem to hold a steady job. Or rather wouldn't stay with a steady job. He was currently working at a firm as their IT professional but the position was dull. He spent most of his day absently staring at the wall or throwing pencils at the ceiling.

Blake got up, pulling a shirt that smelled close enough to clean on and heading out the door. Where was he going? Not a clue. He just had to get out of the house. It was stifling. Things had been dull in general, in his opinion. He hadn't gone out much with any friends, hadn't gone on any dates, hadn't had any random one-nighters, crazy parties (or parties in general), and his odd little sister-like-person had vanished into thin air. His life, he dare say it, had become boring as shit.

His wanderings brought him to hesitate in front of the Inner Sanctum, a little café he had never once visited yet. With a brief shrug of "why the hell not", Blake drifted inside to get something that wasn't liquor. The apathy fled from his mood, face lighting up with almost a childish glee at the eclectic décor of the café and the wonderful smells of the coffee beans. He wasn't the world's biggest drinker of coffee but he did love the smell of it. He spotted an empty corner with a couple of chairs, making note to nab one, as he sauntered over to the counter to order a medium latte (he really just wants one for the latte art), a broad grin on his face. This might be his best choice of the day.




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