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
Show the devil how good you dance
Posted on March 18, 2016 by Eleanor
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes. Eleanor watches him squirm from underneath her hidden, though hardened, gaze. Relief very quickly washes over her as she realizes this man is no one. Animal was cunning and vicious. He'd never send someone quite so -- excitable -- to do his dirty work. As the stranger begins to plead, she reappears, two thin arms crossed at her chest and she eyes him up and down. "You made me waste my cigarette." She says curtly, her hands moving hastily to light another one. After she inhales, she looks at him again before tossing him the pack. She rarely shared her cigarettes with anyone. But she did just scare the shit out of the guy. Her glare drifts away from him and to their current surroundings. She can hear the dull roar of applause coming from the inside of the building, which mean the program was starting. She would be due inside soon to represent the pieces she planned to sell tonight. But Eleanor was in no hurry. She exhales quickly, heavy plumes snaking their way from her flared nostrils as her attention is drawn back to the stranger who still had something to say to her. She eyes the piece of paper he's carrying curiously, but stays silent as he speaks. "Like you, huh? What do you do?" She questions before boldly striding up to him, one grabby hand taking back her pack and offering him a light. Afterward, she snatches quickly at the letter in his other hand and retreats several steps back, with every intention of reading it. She turns back to him when she's done with the letter, tossing it unapologetically onto the span of sidewalk in between them. "So what do you want? A fae friend? A fae fuck buddy? A hand out? Fuck off." Eleanor is unwavering in her demeanor. A chilly gust whips at the hem of her black dress, ruffling the fabric around her dark, tall boots. Perhaps her paranoia was getting the best of her. Or perhaps she'd finally realized she was better off cutting all other fairies from her life. Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl |
OOC: So sorry this took forever to post. :/