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

I keep my eyes wide open {Daerios}


Posted on September 14, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
East
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


Crystal blue eyes suddenly open and Kathryn finds herself lounged about on the couch, a book laying upside down upon her chest. She had fallen asleep before going up to bed again. Ever since her encounter with the Dark Hunter, Kathryn's head had been whirling (of course, it had already been whirling because she had recently found out she was a witch.) The witch with those bright silver blue eyes (the same eyes as her grandfather, but where his had been gentle and tender, Kathryn looked as though she were ready to take on the world) had known that moving to a big city would provide its challenges in terms safety. Never had she dreamed, even in her wildest of so, that she would encounter the type of dangers she has. Murderous vampires, murderous Dark Hunters that want to kill her for simply being a witch, what else was she going to have to face in this city?

Sable tresses cascade down her back as she pushes herself up to a sitting position, adjusting to her surroundings as she realizes once again she failed to make her way to her bedroom to sleep. A hand brushes through her chocolate colored hair as an exasperated sigh pushes through her lips. Rising from the couch, Kathryn makes her way over to the window and pulling back the curtain she notes the sun was up, though it still remained quite low in the sky. It was morning, but early. The dark hair witch releases the curtain from her fingertips and it flutters back into place. Well, since it was morning that meant one thing, well, two things rather: breakfast and coffee. Definitely coffee.

Pale blue eyes blink sleepily as she makes her way into her tiny, but quaint kitchen. Silken tresses lay against her back almost perfectly, a slight curl to then, Kathryn being one of the luck few females who has never experienced bed head, and yet she has never been much one for knowing how to style those sable tresses anyways, preferring just to run a brush or comb through it, or throwing it into a braid, ponytail, or bun, the witch was always in awe of the girls who produced beautiful hairstyles, or flawless corkscrew curls. We always seem to want what we cannot have.

Even early in the morning, she moves with grace and ease, perhaps from the dance lessons, the gymnastics, or perhaps it was from her natural way with the air around her, the way it seemed to cradle her body, her steps, so that she moved so effortlessly against the invisible mass. But as she comes into the kitchen and opens the cupboard that houses the k-cups for her morning coffee, she realizes with surprise that the box was empty. In all the stress of the supernatural world, it would seem Kathryn forgot to do the one thing that most people (supernatural or otherwise) do, which is grocery shopping. With a roll of those eyes, pale and blue like the ocean, Kat realizes perhaps she would go out for coffee this morning and a bit of breakfast.

It had looked to be a windy day, and with autumn having arrived in Sacrosanct, she thought the morning may be a bit chilly, warming up as the day wore on. But, hopefully, Kathryn would be safely tucked away in her town home once more before the day became too warm. She throws on a creamy, light sweater, pairing it with a black skirt and a pair of black combat boots. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, which remains bare as usual, never having been particularly good with make up, she leaves her sable hair natural, nearly straight with a quiet curl at the end. Silver blue eyes look over her outfit once before she exits her house. She double checks, no wait, triple checks to ensure the door is locked behind her, the constant paranoia of some supernatural breaking into her home a very real concern for the young witch. She grabs that baby blue bike and begins to ride to the little coffee shop she had seen not too far from her, and just the place that ought to provide Kathryn the pick me up she needed.

She rides her bike along the road, enjoying the feeling that the wind provided as it combed through her dark tresses with affectionate touches, as if reassuring the witch that nothing would happen to her. Kathryn slows her bike only as she reaches a busy area of the town, dismounting her bike to walk it through the crowds of people on their way, making their morning commute, performing the tasks they do every day, people entirely stuck in their bubbles, in their own world. Kathryn had been like that once, content in her ignorance, until it was let loose that Kathryn was not who she thought she was, and the world was not as she had always known it to be.

There is a soft smile on her face as she arrives to the coffee shop, parking her bike and locking it by a street light. It would seem the fresh air had done Kathryn some good, perhaps calming her anxious soul for the time being. As she walks inside Inner Sanctum, the aroma of coffee overcomes her senses as she moves up to counter. "Just a coffee, with sugar," she says, never having been one much for cream. She then strolls away from the counter and waits to pick up her drink, those bright blue eyes roaming around the quaint cafe, knowing most likely she would not spot any familiar faces. Despite having been in Sacrosanct for a little while now, Kathryn hadn't met many people while here, even the golden haired Emmy Kat has not seen since she had tumbled off her bike in the park the chocolate eyed girl had come to her aid, the young witch entirely unaware she had just met another of her own supernatural species.

As her name is called to pick up her drink, Kathryn grabs the glass mug, realizing that she hadn't asked for it to be 'to go.' Though, the witch was not one to make a fuss and so she simply gives the barista a smile before deciding that perhaps getting out of the house for a bit would do the glacial eyed young woman some good. So she finds a quiet arm chair to sit in, silver blue eyes roving the area lackadaisically a soft yawn on her lips. Yep, coffee was certainly needed this morning.

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