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

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Barista Alexis Wilde

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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Marcello

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

there's beauty in the breakdown


Posted on May 03, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

The tension, the anticipation, is a tangible thing, radiating from this newest gentleman in harsh waves. They crash upon her, pressing against her with a vehemence that sees her physically withdraw... if only a step or two. It is very nearly suffocating, the tension that his presence has brought; he acts as the poison, the venom, to sully the otherwise enjoyable undercurrent of their bashfully awkward interaction. He has caused an undeniable shift in the paradigm of their innocent little dance, and the transformation has already begun to twist and distort her insides, knotting them into painful coils.



Isolt catches the movement of his hands in the very last moments, her reflexes certainly not as heightened as the gentleman who had salvaged her wallet. Dictated by instinct she reaches for him, a single slender hand moving towards this mysterious new comer, though there exists no certainty regarding what it is she intends to do, what she intends to say... if anything. Whatever clandestine intentions she might have had; however, dissolve entirely within the moments that ensue. A rapid succession of movement, an exhilarating rush of raucous cheering from the crowd that swathes the trio... and one man succeeding in lifting another into the air, sending the towering muscle-bound new comer unto a wave of wanting, snatching hands cast skyward. The ease with which it is done, the choreographed finesse of every moment... startles her, any words she might have had to offer meeting a swift demise before they may even flutter upon her tongue. The comment he purrs at her does little to assuage the glacial tickling of dread that has spawned so readily within her. Her thoughts do not linger for a moment upon the fallacy of his whispered jest; they are only for the improbability of what has just transpired. This handsome stranger is undeniably fit, the fine curves of muscle rippling beneath his clothes and down the lengths of his bared forearms; but... how could anyone ever have been that strong?



She can feel his eyes as they seem to crawl over her, piercing in that peculiar way that some individuals have. Isolt recoils, clutching her newly-returned wallet to her chest, trying for a simper of nonchalance and failing in the most miserable of ways. What whispers across her features instead is a grimace of, dare she even allow herself to admit it, fear... apprehension that is only mounting. "Um, I don't... think so. I mean, thanks anyway, but...," she stumbles, her tongue refusing to curl easily around the words in the manner she would prefer. The young redhead quests so mightily for polite refusal and finds herself challenged by even these simple phrases. And so, perhaps because anxiety has driven away anything even nearing clarity of thought, she reaches instead for the only thing upon which she may find some manner of purchase: raw truth. "Why did he look at you like that?"



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