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

And maybe we are two sinners (Kite)


Posted on December 14, 2017 by Lisé Dupont
East Reopen Thread
and maybe we are two sinners
who go bigger, but burn quicker

"Stupid James," Lisé huffed as she peered into the coffee cup before her, revealing a reflection of a very hungover woman. She had to tag along while James dealt with his "business" in the nearby area. Smelling the latte gently waft to her nostrils made her stomach churn. Rather than avoiding more acidity, she took a small sip, desiring more to be awake than to feel well. Glancing around her, it was a nice and cozy café. She mostly appreciated the dim lighting and quiet customers clacking away on their laptops, concentrated on their own tasks at hand. She was curled up in the back corner of the café, finding it was the darkest and most silent part of the building. She quickly surveyed the area, making sure no one could see her take her small flask out of her purse and put a dash of whiskey in the coffee.

After many instances of hangovers Lisé became a pro at surviving the next day. Who knew that more alcohol would be the solution though? As she sipped on her warm drink some more, she found a bookshelf close by her. When was the last time I even read? she asked herself, trying to recall the last novel but nothing came to mind. Stumbling upon a book of poetry, she skimmed through the pages, chuckling out loud at how ridiculous she thought the writer was. What was the point of being vague in a poem? Why couldn't people just say outright how they felt? she hated having to decipher text to reveal a meaning behind something. It was just like modern art. For her, she found it to be idiotic. She remembered when her parents forced her to take art classes, along with poetry reciting, piano lessons, the whole nine yards. If it was considered an aristocratic sport or activity, she was forced to participate. They would expect nothing less than the best. Perhaps that's why she was so out of control now. How she got shit faced every night, slept with any person she could find, and found she had zero empathy for any living being. Why should she care? It was the only way she could take control of her own life. She knew she still wasn't free from criticism and independence when it came to decision making.

Continuing to ponder her past, she added a few sugar cubes to her coffee, now staring into the mirrored liquid swirling about. Her life had changed drastically since she met James. What a nightmare he was. Like an annoying little brother that you had to have in your sight always. Although, she found that she quite literally could not live without him. She was sure he felt the same about her. Still, he could have taken care of this business on his own without her having to step out of the mansion. "Dick," she muttered slurping the last drip of the latte and clanking her glass down on the wooden table. She checked her watch with frustration, it had been two hours. How long do I have to wait? Seriously James? I guess I might as well order another coffee while I'm waiting. Not like I can go anywhere else she thought. Standing up she left her mug at the table, so someone wouldn't take it and went to the counter contemplating on what she should get this time.

Lisé Etta Dupont;
♥ dante

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