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.
There are days when you simply need a drink, today was one of those days. She had been on her feet all day working on back piece for a full 8 hours. Her back had been hunched, her eyes squinting, leaving her with a dull head ache. Don't get her wrong, she liked her job, her ability to turn off the world and just immerse herself in her art. So long as the subject wasn't too squirmy or got too personal with the questions. Tattoos were her life. Besides going out from time to time with her best friend Isolt and her music. She was content, as far as an existence goes, but there was always that yearning for more that no matter what she filled her free time with she possessed. She worked at a shop nearby and walked passed the new bar frequently that she wondered why she hadn't ever went in before this. Maybe it was a lack of excuse to drink, ha, who was she fooling, she enjoyed it the gentle numbness it brought. In like these there always seemed to be a reason to drink, the news was enough to depress any human. She entered the bar swiftly and with confident purpose obviously seen in each long stride toward the bar, instantly, the raven haired woman caught the tail end of a conversation between the barkeep and a peculiar looking patron, a blond. Something looked off, different than a man who wanted to drown in his own bleak sorrows. He did however look like he was bored to the point of exhaustion, staring people down like he could read their secrets by a mere glance. It didn't take long for him to catch her so very fleeting attention, her violet eyes meeting his, almost in defiant challenge toward the young blond clad in black which peaked on her radar. However the look was short lived, choosing to ignore him for now, reaching for the familiar feel of cool keys within her leather blazer's pocket which clinked against the silver switchblade within its confines. A finely detailed blade also inhabited her pocket, nostalgia etched within its cool sharpened silver, a blade that had once belonged to her father. One of the few reminders she possessed from the dead man, hell it was one of the very things that hadn't been destroyed that night her parents were slaughtered by a gang of filthy bloodsuckers. To leave your home unarmed and at night was just plain suicidal, especially for a human, no matter how badass you were. Not that a blade could do that much, but it was sure as hell better than nothing. She had thought she heard the sandy coloured locked man mention something about vampires to the barkeep. Her head snapped at the sound of the word vampire, enough to chill her very blood, send her heart beat clamouring within her chest in a fit of exacting rage. Curious things they were, it was a damn good thing those vampires didn't really like her too much and the feeling was mutual. Not with that sharp silvered tongue she possessed, she was too much of a hassle. She didn't even look like food after she opened her mouth to speak. Call it a gift if you will, a natural form of predator deterrent. But she did have a knack for pointing out the strange ones in a crowd, the people that stand out, that don't quite belong. The blonde sketchy looking man, staring down anything that moved from his perch by the window was most definitely one of them. What the hell was his deal anyways? Naturally, she felt compelled to stick her nose in his business, business she clearly didn't belong in. But if he could look at her like he was sizing her up, then she could give him a little hell. "You know you look plain old creepy staring people down like that like your sizing them up. Unless that's just one of you endearing traits, then creep on blondie." She might as well have saluted him mockingly, however, the words were enough to illicit any response, hopefully. Words that spill in an iconic sarcastic tone people had often just accepted as her, those that did not know her any better of course. If he could look at her like that, appearing all ominous, cloak and dagger like. Then she could call him out on his peculiarity even if weird was the norm for this city oven run by soul sucking demons. At least the rent was decent. HARLEY WESTWARD ↛ one part saint, two parts sinner ↛ |