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.
Oh to be in love. To have friends. Isadore had once had both of those things but the life if a journalist meant that she couldn't let certain questions slide. It also meant that whoever dated her had to be totally her's or risk being found out, which in the case of love, had happened before. Isadore's mind was ever churning, questions ever rising, and any discrepancies in life she felt confident she could see. It is why she had found her boyfriend in bed with her best friend after two years of dating. So, there went both friends and love out the window, and she was quite sure she didn't want either again. Betrayal was tough but when it was two for the price of one, well, she would rather talk to herself in the mirror each night than rely on another being.
Bumping back from the kid, she pastes on the charming smile meant to win over whoever her next target was. Most people didn't even realize how much they knew until they spewed it out and even then, they didn't have all the pieces to put together the puzzle like she did. She doubted this boy could know much. He was on the cusp of adulthood and really, at his age, she wasn't entirely sure whether he was over or under the eighteen mark. Kids these days were deceptive with their nice skin and flashy life styles. Ha, these days, she thinks. I act like I'm freaking old, she thinks mockingly to herself. Twenty-five was still young but old enough that she knew what adulthood really entailed. A lot of disappointment.
I'm not that ugly am I?
The question eases her smile into an amused one, bright blue eyes twinkling as he jests. "Not at all," she says kindly, eyes dipping down to check out the strange shirt he wore. It was one of those strange shirts that seemed rather popular around the city. Cats in space, cats acting crazy, just cats in general seemed to be selling like hotcakes around here. It was not a preference she would ever have.
"The shirt looks fine," she says, though there is actual doubt on her face to the veracity of her words. He raises an eyebrow, his words almost flirty, and Isadore gives him a droll look that says she won't be dissuaded. Besides, he was a KID, and this was just getting weird. "Great," she abruptly says once he agrees, glancing at his phone. Quirking the edge of her lips she waits for an answer to her second question about his frequency of visiting the VooDoo room. What was up with this kid answering a question with a question?
"You know, you would make a good journalist. Who taught you to answer a question with a question?" The words are pointed as she steps inside, raising a brow at him and allowing him to lead to a seat. There seemed to be an air of recklessness around this kid and a sense of control. "My name is Isadore and I am investigating some recent thefts in the Northside of the city, including thefts from here by the Northern Bandit."
The title seemed rather fancy falling from her lips but she does so with a straight face. "Have you seen anyone shifty or strange here? Suspicious?"