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
Show the devil how good you dance
Posted on March 17, 2016 by Eleanor
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes. It wasn't often that Eleanor found herself in front of a mirror, aging and dirty cosmetic utensils at her fingertips on the bathroom counter. But the silence of this grand space was getting to her, the almost inaudible hum of the heater, keeping the coldblooded minx's flat at a comfortable 80-degree warmth despite the moderate spring weather outside. But the walls were bare and white washed, and her footsteps still echoed against the high ceilings, even when she was barefooted. She needed to get out of here. Cracked and blistered fingers worked to apply the blue eyeliner to her vibrant green eyes, thick smudges darkening the thin skin around her eye socket. Her pale complexion contrasted nicely with the bright ruby red lipstick she painted across her thin lips. With a swift nudge of her fingers, her short dark locks atop her head fell into perfect disarray. She stared at herself in the mirror for a good long minute more, feeling awkward and anxious all at the same time. She drank from the half-empty bottle of Jameson rolling near the bare mattress in the middle of the floor of her master bedroom. The warm brown liquid stung as it slid down her throat, warming her insides on the way to her stomach. She didn't want to go back to the university, back to her cell, where she drew and painted and sculpted for hours. The fact that she had a designated place for this kind of work still irked her, but it was paying the bills and no one had attempted to restrain the type of things she crafted or designed just yet. Before though, her sketches never felt like work. She'd doodle to no end, drafting images of naked human forms and scenes from out her window for hours on end without so much as a second thought about the time of night. Here though, in Sacrosanct, she had to travel to work. She had to talk about her work. She had to make appearances at galleries and university events. Although they couldn't get her to talk to all the strangers just yet, Wasp put on a pretty face and drifted idly through the crowds, eyes meeting those of the weirdos who were paying so much money for her shit work. Not tonight. Instead of staying holed up in this apartment, or inviting that idiot with the massive cock from school over again, she was going to do something stupid. Eleanor operated more like an asexual person by habit, there was still a strong sensual drive within her, one that existed equally for people of both sexes. Some would deem her promiscuous, for her sexual exploits were frequent, although mostly at random. Men she'd seen just a handful of times around town. The 40-year-old cyclist who lived downstairs. The hooker that came into the neighborhood tavern upon occasion, looking for late night work. The drummer from a town over that played at the bar once or twice. It was a need, a desire she did not hesitate to act upon. Relationships were rarely formed, and even when they did, they did not last long. Eleanor was not an outwardly emotional person. There was a disconnect there, an inability within her to show affection. Those that she did consider close to her were nothing more than platonic friendships. Tonight she was on the prowl, for lack of a better term. She heard some girls in the art school building's bathroom talk about this club, and was surprised how she moved past the bouncer at the door with such ease. Adorned in a black dress and her usual clunky knee-high boots, she easily blended into the background, watching as the bodies moved in every which way underneath the bright lights of the dance floor. She should have done that bump before she left because now, she felt brittle and weak, a blemish among the social elite in this city. Eleanor grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered several shots in a succession. The liquor washed up the walls of her stomach, joining the whiskey there that came before, and her cheeks grew ruby red and hot to the touch in the afterglow. She wanted to meet some nameless person tonight and never see them again come morning. She wanted to run through the streets of this city wildly drunk and to later be naked, tangled in the sheets of some stranger's bed. So she raised a slender finger, signaling the bartender for another round. She hapharzardly drifted to the dance floor, the liquid courage from her buzz driving her through the masses until she found a spot under the flashing lights that suited her. There she aimlessly moved her body, mostly with her eyes closed, until she felt the hot breathe of another at the back of her neck. Her wide, green eyes shot open then, her tattooed neck craning so she could get a good look at him. She smirked at him, pleased with what she saw, and merely nodded. He would do. "Wasp." she said close to his ear, trying to speak over the music. She then pressed herself firmly against him, feeling his body over her backside, and kept moving. Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl |
