Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
Miya poured over her books. She had been researching about mythical creatures since she had found out about Arlo and almost all the information she found was useless, legend, stuff that wouldn't help her. She was certain when she arrived in the library earlier that week, the librarian thought she was out of her mind. Then again, Miyako wasn't entirely sure if she had gone insane yet. Sighing quietly, she rubs her tired eyes, her empty mug on the other side of the table. She had chosen the largest table in the coffee shop and she was sure the baristas were none too happy she had taken up the entire thing with books and writings but she didn't have enough room in her apartment. Plus, she didn't want her roommate finding out that she was researching him.
Leaning back into the chair, she slouches, rubbing her exhausted eyes before she glances around, noting that there were only a handful of people left. Glancing at the time, she hadn't realized how late it had gotten or noticed the sun completely vanishing behind the skyscrapers. Standing, she stretches her arms over her head before she begins to gather her notebooks and pens, shoving them all in that messenger bag she constantly carried around. The bell rings as a new customer arrives and Miya glances up, taken aback by the costumed people. Blinking, despair suddenly falls over her as she realizes its Halloween.
How could she have forgotten?!
Stifling a groan, her chocolate eyes dart back outside noticing the street packed full of people. Sighing, she pushes her chair in and wipes the crumbs from her pastry into her hand and deposits in the trash. Maneuvering her way carefully around the costumed couple, she steps outside into the brisk night air, only to be swept up into the crowd. Not fighting it, she goes with the flow, attempting to not touch anyone, she had to go this way to get home anyways. Reaching into her bag, she retrieves a pair of gloves, slipping them on to ward off the chill as she keeps her head down, thinking of everything she had experienced in recent events.
As she mulls over Arlo, she's so entirely consumed in her thoughts that when she gets to the crosswalk, she doesn't glance up to see if she could even cross. Stepping out onto the street, there's a honk from her left that draws her attention, her head snapping up as she stumbles backwards right into another woman. The small Asian entirely misses the way the driver flips her off, instead she's turning around rapidly to glance at the girl dressed... dressed in a Tinkerbell costume. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" she exclaims, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she glances at the blonde-haired woman.
Miyako Aiken