North

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.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

all smiles, i know what it takes to fool this town


Posted on August 09, 2018 by emerson navarro
North


She had awoken early from her slumber. The hour was not even seven and she was already up, tossing some clean clothes into a backpack and slipping from the abandoned warehouse in search of the local fitness club. You see, the homeless woman was quite resourceful, having made a friend with one of the receptionists who had given her an access card so she would at least always have basic hygiene.

Despite being homeless, Emmy was not unkept. She kept her clothes clean and her body cleaner. Teeth and hair were immaculate. How did she afford these most basic necessities? Emmy was a musician, one who could play quite the tune on her guitar and had a pretty voice to boot. She spent each morning, afternoon, and evening, singing in the park or beneath the streets in the subway system. The money wasn't good enough to get her a proper place to stay, but there was enough tips to give her the basics: food and hygiene.

With her body fresh after a warm shower, Emmy looked at her mostly naked body in front of the mirror. She looked terrible â€" like she was worn down and broken. It wasn't far from the truth, though. Emmy hadn't been able to really feel like a queen since she arrived here in Sacrosanct. With a heavy sigh, the witch blow-dried and combed through her hair, borrowing one of the straighteners provided by the fitness to straighten her naturally curly locks. Emmy couldn't afford makeup, so she skipped to pulling out a pair of Rockstar jeans from Old Navy and an accompanying t-shirt and flip flops. She dressed quickly, applying a fresh coat of red nail polish to her fingers and toes, before she packed up her worldly goods and left the fitness center.

By the time the afternoon peaked, Emmy had made $10 playing her guitar in the park. The sun beat down hard and made her feel hot and sticky. She hated summer. Then again, she didn't like to be huddled around a barrel fire either in the thicket of winter. Spring or fall when she could get away with simply wearing a hoodie was her favorite parts of the year.

Her belly grumbled and her body yearned for thirst. She slipped into the bar, an unlikely place to have a meal, but they served one of the best club sandwiches around. It was cheap, and it was the tallest club she could find anywhere. She could eat half now and eat the rest for dinner. Yes, that sounded like a splendid idea.

However, as she opened the door to the bar, she managed to trip over the doorstop (such a clumsy little thing she was) and fall to the ground, managing to catch herself but not before she made enough of a scene. She felt all eyes on her as she slowly picked herself up off the concrete. She brushed off the dust, feeling her face turn beet red. Damnit. She hated this kind of attention.

Trying not to look at all the eyes on her, she made her way to the back of the bar, situating herself at a table. A waitress came by and asked for her order. "A turkey club and a tall glass of ice water, extra ice." She smiled at the woman who looked at her like she was nuts. It probably wasn't often that she got a customer who only wanted food and water. The waitress simply stared at her like she was crazy, almost waiting for her to order alcohol. Embarrassed and feeling like she had wronged the woman, she spoke up meekly. "...and a Budlight." She hated beer, but it was the cheapest thing on the menu and she didn't want to spend more than her $10 that she just made.



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