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

bite me


Posted on November 02, 2018 by Erik Tolgan
East


He wasn't even sure why he wanted to go to this Halloween party besides the fact that he was probably craving social interaction more than he would even admit to himself. Adele kept practically shoving him out the door, saying he needed some sun on his cheeks and some wind in his hair. Not that the affected him like it did mortals. He couldn't really feel its warmth or even get a tan. His skin would forever remain porcelain and cold as stone. When she saw a flyer for the party in the mail, he heard her squeal from down the hall. He was there so fast, thinking she was about to collapse or something but she merely waved it in his face. "You must go to this! Maybe you'll even make a friend." Erik rolled his eyes. "I have friends, Adele. I have you, don't I?" He replied cheekily, even giving his head house keeper a sly wink, but she was having none of it. She whacked him in the shoulder with the paper, not caring at all that she was just a human and he was a centuries-old vampire who could snap her like a twig. That was one of the main reasons Erik kept her around though. She wasn't afraid of him, not one bit. "Pick out a nice costume and go socialize. That's an order." She said in her most serious tone. Finally deciding the argument wasn't worth it, Erik sighed and gave her a salute. "Yes, ma'am."

So now, here he was straightening the loin cloth on his Tarzan costume. He had waited till the last minute to go shopping, since he despised being in crowds, so the selection that was left was few and far between. He knew he could have shopped online and still got something he wanted but he wanted to try the costume on before he bought it, an old habit. Of course, back in his day, he didn't actually have to pay for anything. He just beat up whoever got in his way of having what he wanted. But that was the Viking way. Now he had to be civilized, so he paid the cashier and took his Tarzan outfit home after trying to figure out if it covered everything that needed to be covered. The loincloth came down about mid-knee so it seemed like it would work. There wasn't much else to it. He got a sloppy wig too that would make his own hair look longer, at least for the night. Seemed like the cheapest way to get a costume last minute and it worked. He was putting some fake blood on his chest that would make it look like scratches on his chest when Adele came into the room to see the result. She frowned at him for a full minute before he finally held out his arms. "What, Adele? You look like you have something on your mind."

"Well, it's just...what are you supposed to be?" She tilted her head quizzically. His brows furrowed. "Tarzan. See?" He held up the costume packaging for her inspection. She scratched her head and shrugged. "I guess. How is anyone supposed to tell you're not just homeless and don't have a shirt?" He snorted at her smart wit before shaking his head. "I guess if the unkempt hair doesn't do it for me, I'll just have to jump around and make gorilla sounds." That made her giggled a little but then her eyes brightened and she held up a finger. "One moment." And she disappeared from the doorway. Erik lifted a brow in puzzlement. He was almost afraid to see what she'd have when she came back. Finally she marched back and shoved a stuffed gorilla into his arms. She stood back and crossed her arms. "There. Perfect." She pronounced with a big smile. Erik looked down at the stuffed animal and sighed, giving her an indulging smirk. "Fine, if the gorilla has your approval, I guess he can come along for the party, too." She smiled, seemingly pleased, and nodded. "Now, go make friends." She made a shooing motion with her hands and he chuckled as he made his way to the door. He walked down to the East side, not minding the journey. He wasn't a huge fan of cars.

It didn't seem too crowded yet but it seemed the doors had only opened not too long ago. Deciding he'd get himself a drink and lay low for a while, he slouched in through the door and headed for the bar. He hated not having pockets to put his hands in. Either way, he tried to make his 6'4" frame smaller by slouching his shoulders and ducking his head. It was his go-to for blending into crowds. Once he had a stool, he perched on it, sure to keep his legs close together so no one get a bad view. He felt oddly like a woman in a skirt. He frowned at the thought as he sat the gorilla up on the bar and put up a finger to get his first round going. Well, here's to socialization.


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