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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
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.
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.
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
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
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.
A new world hangs outside the window Beautiful and strange It must be I've fallen awake I must be Buffy's phone is vibrating away in her back pocket, tickling the skin that hid under layers of soaking wet fabric as she jogged along the drenched sidewalk. Her sneakers echoed with a slight clap after every step, the rubber soles of her old Keds slapping against the shallow puddles as they gathered in pockets along the stained concrete. One thin hand grabbed tightly at the mouth of her hoodie, holding it in place over her head, even though her face was already streaked with watery mascara and rain drops continued to prod like pimples along her light-skinned cheeks. A roar of thunder erupted overhead, and she groaned internally, cursing the incessant phone that continued to buzz away in her pocket, as she rounded one soggy corner and bee-lined it toward the illuminated entryway to a seedy bar across the street. Gia Jones exhaled exasperatedly once she stepped inside and out of the rain, as if the soaking jog had taken nearly everything out her. Two nubby fingers wiped at the dark makeup that had left streaks and blotches under her eyes and she began to disrobe. She peeled the heavy leather coat off her thin frame first, letting it fall to the sticky bar tiles with a swooping "thwack". Then came the hoodie, which was once a light grey color, but looked more like a sooty brown after the onslaught of the storm. Underneath that was a simple men's wifebeater. Her black bra showed through its flimsy, damp threads without issue. Buffy then collapsed into the nearest bar stool, avoiding the longing gazes from the grizzly men in the corner and the coarse giggles from women whose faces were hidden by the dense cloud of smoke that hung deftly in the air. "A Guinness. Stat." She gruffed to the bartender as he made his rounds. "Please and thank you." She called out as he passed. Gia let her phone sit idly on the wood bartop for some time. She already knew who had been trying to get a hold of her all this time. It was her damn sister. The bartender returns with her dark and foamy beverage and Gia harbors it between her two damp hands gingerly. There she sips it, for a good, long while, before she allows her fingers to unlock her phone. Her face looks worn and tired in the illumination of the iPhone screen. She squints behind tired and aching eyes as she reads the many texts she had ignored from Leslie. Gia:"I was working. Sorry." She managed to type out quickly before tossing the phone back onto the table. This is true. She was working. Buffy had a new assignment. A vampire, of all things. She'd followed him from a distance tonight for the second time this week, getting to know him and his habits from quietly in the distance. She hadn't anticipated the rain tonight. Perhaps she should have checked the weather. One more night of reconnaissance anyway and she'd feel prepared enough to finish the job. Leslie: "Jesus Gia. It's all you do is work anymore." Buffy reads the text and grits her teeth, her lips pulling tight and thin as her mouth flattens over the edge of her glass. Gia: "Please don't call me that." She drops the phone again and guzzles down the rest of her beer. |