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

bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; each to his passion; what's in a name? {OLIVER}


Posted on July 23, 2018 by MIYAKO AIKEN
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Staring at her phone in hand, she sighs heavily. The screen had completely shattered only moments ago when she managed to trip on nothing but the sidewalk, only to send her cell phone sprawling face first onto the ground. Already the petite Asian woman was racking her brain trying to figure out how she was going to pay for a new one. Of course, Miya hardly thought insurance was a good thing because, well, it's a phone and the practical woman decided to opt out of it simply because she thought it was going to be fine. How wrong she was. Another sigh rushes past her lips as she tucks her phone into her messenger bag, her head tilting back to stare at the changing sky. Evening was already here and she was ninety percent sure she was lost. The last time she had been in this area was when she was drunk and everything looked... different. The only familiar thing was the bar she now stands outside of, the smell of booze wafting into the air. It's enough to make her sick, her last hangover lasting for nearly two whole days.

She would find other means to get home, or at least find a way to call a taxi.

Again, that sigh that so accompanies her manages to make another escape through blush lips, her chocolate eyes training ahead on the empty sidewalk. I mean truly, how hard could it be to find her way back to the apartment? Squaring her shoulders, she begins her march down the side of the road, the setting sun casting long, almost eerie shadows on the empty street. Miya can't help the fear that rises in the pit of her stomach, it had been months since the attack from the vampire happened but it still kept her awake at night. Her transition to the supernatural world hadn't been easy and she was still in a fair amount of denial, the Asian woman hardly wanting to accept there was so many things out in the world. Abruptly shutting down her fear, she takes a deep breath. It wasn't dark, at least not yet. She could find her way home yet, or at least flag a taxi home. Or, she at least thought.

Miya managed to wander through the streets until the sun was fully set, the shadows long gone replaced with simple darkness, the street lights flaring up for the night. Reaching up a hand, she pushes those black waves from her face as she pauses. Surely she was getting close! She was certain she remembered that building, or maybe that one was familiar. Scrunching her brows together, she glances down the street only to catch a glimpse of a man standing alone at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change to cross. I mean, he was obeying the law, surely he was a good person. Making a split decision, she hurries over to the man, pausing behind him, swallowing her nervousness as much as she can. "Excuse me?" She says a bit quietly, clearing her throat, she waits to get his attention, "Um, I think I'm a little lost. Could you tell me where I'm close to? Or can I borrow your phone? I dropped mine and it broke," she says, her words stumbling over each other as she takes a small step away from him.

Miya hadn't realized how very large he was in comparison to her. And as much as she needed help, the small Asian woman couldn't keep the burning from her features, turning her pale skin a bright shade of pink as she reaches both hands up to hang onto the strap of her messenger bag, twirling her hands together nervously. Maybe this was a bad idea. Who approaches strangers in the middle of the night on the abandoned street? This was a horror movie waiting to happen.

Miyako Aiken

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