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

Show the devil how good you dance [Ashtyn]


Posted on November 19, 2015 by Eleanor
East


This is where Hollywood cues the delusion,
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes.




She stood in the tunnel of the subway, Eleanor silently swaying as the machines passed through the station, ruffling her short, messy locks and instilling a chill that pimpled down her appendages. She cradled a bland-looking syrofoam coffee cup, her back hunched forward and hands holding it close to her chest, despite the contents having long gone stale and lukewarm by now. She tried to suppress a coming yawn, but the need was too great and eventually she gave in. A layer of salty moisture coated her eyes as her jaw widened, the inhale was terse, but the long and low exhale seemed to relax her. For a moment, she looked like a snarling feline, her bright white teeth curling into fangs as her eyes squinted back with tears. The exhaustion from a long, late night creeping into an early moving leaving only a mysterious, though dangerous, growling appearance plastered across her face.

In the sack slung across her body were three VHS tapes she'd needed to return to the hole-in-the-wall porno store, the old building nestled near the bail bonds office just a few blocks away from her apartment. The worn cardboard cases were plastered with images of naked women in seductive, and often humiliating, poses. And fucking kill her for not having a DVD player. The VHS instrument she owned was only $7 at the thrift store near where she grew up in Jersey. She'd had it for years now and it worked just fine. Even the clerk at the Salvation Army told her she had paid too much for the ancient piece of technology. But Eleanor was fascinated with it, the way the tape worked, the rudimentary machinery inside that rewound it back and forth. She had no desire to upgrade to recent times. Joe from the sex shop still joked that she was his best customer -- perhaps the only one who still rented from the dated tape section. She would be lying if she said the ridiculously overplayed lesbian pornography didn't arouse her. Of course it did. But she watched the tapes more from an artistic standpoint, more than just to get off. She had used them to help craft the two small, but god damn heavy, blocks of marble in the studio at the university. Eleanor had ordered them on a whim one night, when she got some kind of inkling to revisit the medium of sculpture. It had been a while - since her years actually attending art school that she never finished - since she'd done it last.

The final product was a mimicking set. Two female bodies in opposing, sensual positions with the heads of large cats. One woman seemed to be crawling toward the viewer -completely nude - hind legs outstretched with the rump high in the air, her back inverted and breasts hanging low. The animalistic piece was topped off with a roaring lion's head, full mane and snarling smile. The companion piece was of another nude woman's figure, this one with legs outstretched and her fingers placed delicately over her genitals. The woman's back was similarly arched despite the seated position, and its head was of a tiger, cunning eyes and frozen in time as the creature licked its lips. The pieces sold just last week for more money than Eleanor had ever accumulated during the span of her entire life. But still, she had yet to return the tapes. She imagined she would cue one up again today, if she ever went back home.

The subway ride was short, and before long Eleanor found herself briskly walking the streets of downtown Sacrosanct. She had abandoned the empty coffee cup, but her stomach growled for more. She bee-lined it into the next shop that was still open. The fae welcomed the warmth of the store, and the strong aroma of grounds that came with it. She didn't hesitate to step up to the counter and order.




Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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