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

be like a bullet laced in anger


Posted on May 22, 2014 by avicus toryn
East


"Why would I be joking about pizza? It's only a joke if you make me order from some place that isn't any good. I'll probably even hold it against you for a few days."

Again offering that crooked smile, not sure why she didn't find it strange that he'd heard her earlier muttering. Too many things were strange about the city, and if she were to look sideways at every single one of them that was off compared to where she'd come from, well, insanity seemed like a better option. Werecats and certainly others, perhaps even her manager turned into something furry at night; current logic dictated she couldn't be a vampire, but the shop did stay open late to cater to the city's Darkwalkers. Avi had made it clear she'd work mornings or early afternoons only; no sense in becoming someone's snack. Even so, she could use a mentor into the other sides of the city. Only venturing so far as the bookstore and the grocery meant she was still as clueless as she'd been when she first arrived, and takeout meals hadn't exactly been on the list of affordable options.

He was interesting enough, however, that she found herself watching him even as his gaze roamed elsewhere. The various knick-knacks on the shelves were things she couldn't quite identify, but some of the more lucrative pieces appeared to be by local artists, no magical properties included. Driftwood shaped into dragons, quilted wall hangings, even a painting or six, most of them including the full moon in some way. Who wanted to buy art when the moon could mean so much or so little? His voice brought her back, the faintly contemplative look giving way to a narrowing of grey eyes and a suspicion he knew more than he was saying. The fact that it was a compliment of sorts didn't make her lower her guard, rather, it raised further. The relaxed body language shifted, muscle in her jaw tensing as she forced herself to take another slow sip of coffee, knowing she'd never lit anyone on fire, but there had been close calls. Cigarettes had burned faster than they should, scorching the hand that held them, catching clothing or jackets alight if only briefly. The weather had responded when she'd lost her dad, almost too long ago to remember, but the rain had been as heavy as it currently was. The frown deepened even as he stumbled on, seeming to realize that she was uncomfortable.

"I'm not an assassin, Ian."

Voice flat, no trace of amusement at the idea that she'd once thought that of him, or at least, the possibility of him when she'd discovered the house. It didn't mean that there wasn't a history of gang violence, but it was short lived, and she refused to submit to men who thought they could own her. Those incidents never even made it into the public eye, the checks and balances of the human underworld understanding revenge all too well. He was careless in his speech, but she hadn't even begun to reveal who she was around him, there was no way he could know her triggers. He'd probably noticed the worn stuffed moose that lived on her bed, tucked between pillows and the wall, but she doubted he understood the significance of the object. Careless little rich boy claiming to be lonely for the sake of company, even if it wasn't entirely human.

"We have books in the other corner if you want to stay entertained, sans bribery. Let me know if you want more cocoa though, we don't leave it out because the kids drink it all and spill it on the tables."

Standing again, her coffee gone, she tried to reach for the ease that had lingered between them moments earlier. Her memories were a battleground, her life a minefield. How easy it was to destroy just by poking fingers in the wrong places! Too often she'd fled rather than get closer to someone, and as much as she was loath to leave the pale room in his house, if driven far enough, she'd be gone without looking behind her.

"I'd hate to leave the bike here overnight, don't want it to get stolen."

The jingling of the door's bell started drawing her back towards the counter, a ghost of manners drilled into her head echoing around and making her feel guilty for being so hostile, though she couldn't understand why. She'd never felt like explaining her actions and reasoning before.

"Thanks for the offer though. My gear is waterproof enough, I think..."


avicus toryn

so let me take this medicine,
to quench my love for violent things

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