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

you called me the queen of the downtown scene,


Posted on December 28, 2016 by morrigan
East

My back was sore from the subway bench I had passed out on the night before. My hair was a long and tangled mess falling over the shoulders of my red and black flannel. I looked like hell; no need to ask a mirror or even another person. I just knew it. By some miracle, I had been able to wake up unscathed from my night alone... in a new city... out in the open. What the hell was I thinking!? Right, I was pretty much plastered from all of the drinks at that fancy-pants bar on the east side. Terrible decision on my part, even if it was warranted.

I had made my way back to the hotel earlier in the day and passed out again on the bed, fully clothed and still smelling like liquor. I awoke around six o'clock to the sound of my phone ringing loudly on the floor. I detested it and reached as far as I could to pick it up and see who was calling. Unknown number. I let it go to voicemail for now. With a grumble, I forced myself to sit up and reorient with my surroundings before slinking to the bathroom as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

I flipped the lightswitch on and nearly hissed at the brightness before shuffling to turn the shower on. Scalding water could wash away any shame.

- - -

It was almost eight o'clock by the time I had finished my usual routine. The shower took longer than normal if only for the fact that I stood there for a solid ten minutes to let the water cascade over me. It had done its magic and somehow I did feel a bit better, but the emotional aftertaste of last night's episode still lingered. I tried to pep myself up by dressing in my favorite pair of black jeans and an oversized gray sweater that was comfortable enough to sleep in. My makeup was subtly smoky with a nude-pink lip and my hair was left down in an effortless blow dried style. Simple and yet still edgy to an extent. I bent down to pick up my phone only to notice that a voicemail had been left by the unknown number that had called earlier in the evening. I checked it quickly as I pulled on a pair of faded black combat boots. "This message is for a Morrigan Black.." a middle-aged man grumbled through the ear piece, "The moving truck was on time at your given address and you never showed. We had no choice but to leave your things in the back lot of the apartment building.." he paused long enough for me to think that he had hung up before a shuffling sound was made and he came back onto the mic, "Oh and we aren't liable for anything that gets stolen from now until you arrive..." Click. He hangs up promptly after.

"Ah fuck!", I exclaim with obvious frustration, my hands coming to run through the roots of my hair in shock. That means that today was also my check-out day at the hotel. I jump up to gather a small, lavender clutch and my keys before rushing out of the room. I try to hide my face from the desk clerks as I walk briskly out of the lobby and into the freezing night that has gripped Sacrosanct.

My head is spinning, from what's left of my hangover and also the fact that all of my things are laid out in some parking lot as if they were free junk. The apartment building was at least five blocks away and to navigate a new city alone, in the middle of the night, without protection was a terrible idea. I'm entirely too lucky that I survived last night but it was probably because I looked like a homeless girl who belonged in the grime of the subway system.

I kept walking at a faster-than-normal pace as I headed further into the downtown scene, my stomach growling intensely for some food at this point. It seemed like I had to walk further than necessary to find someplace that cooked anything past eight p.m. on a Tuesday night, but when I saw the neon sign for a nearby burger joint flashing in the darkness I knew that I couldn't pass it up. I ducked into the restaurant - which was pretty much the epitome of hole-in-the-wall - and quietly took a booth off to the right. The menu was short and easy enough to read and I knew what I wanted within minutes of being here. "What would you like?", a larger man sporting a scruffy beard approached with a small notepad. The look in his hazel colored eyes told me that he just wanted to get the hell out of here and so I hurried with my order. "A number three, extra onion. And a water.", I informed in a casual manner. He jotted a few things down before returning to the kitchen area and began to shout orders out.

This was all a good distraction, I had decided. I needed something to keep my mind from straying too far from the present. Especially after Stephanie poured salt into my still open wounds from life back home. I crossed one leg over the other under the shabby table and bit at my lower lip nervously. My eye ventured from one end of the dining area to the other, lingering on some people more so than others as I watched them for my own entertainment. Not much of a show tonight.

Or perhaps I had spoken too soon.

One guy stands to leave for the exit only to be shoved back by an incoming stranger. Damn, he must be one hungry dude. I think sarcastically before I realize how serious the situation is quickly turning. This guy is actually holding a gun to someone's head. My mouth drops open as I gasp, my hand automatically moving to grasp at the large pocket knife clipped to the inside of my jeans. It was a knee-jerk reaction; I'm not even sure if I could do anything to help at this point, honestly. I was on the verge of beating a hangover and I was running on fumes. Not exactly in peak condition to take on a thug from the streets.

I flinch as the man swings around to wave his gun at everyone else who is stuck in here. And yet the guy whom he had knocked over - the 'I was just about to leave' guy with a nice haircut - leisurely sits in a booth just opposite of the criminal. Bewilderment was surely evident on my face as I crouch there in terror. The creton yells at nice-haired-dude to comply and get down just like the rest of us but he just isn't having it. His voice is calm and charismatic as if he has done it thousands of times before, and then suddenly there is another of him behind the robber. And another behind the counter. Three of the same man all defying the aggressive display from this stranger. How is that.. even possible??, my head reels with confusion. Maybe it's just the hangover messing with me. Or maybe there's something more complicated going on here.

Either way, this was more than enough to keep my mind from dark places for tonight.

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