West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Show the devil how good you dance


Posted on February 05, 2016 by Eleanor
West


This is where Hollywood cues the delusion,
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes.



It became glaringly clear just how little Eleanor knew about this vast city, and all mysteriously fantastic things that existed within it. Though she was similar to Tetradore in that she very much was not a human, the two had few other attributes that truly aligned. Not that that bothered Eleanor in anyway. On the contrary, the more she found herself in his company, the more she learned about the city and the creatures in it. How interesting that he was the one who ran the Ark, who orchestrated the supernatural fighting rings. It made perfect sense that he would be a familiar face among the market goers tonight. It made Eleanor feel as if she were special to be his guest in such a place. But the fae was far too distracted by the buzz of the market and all the trinkets offered for sale to focus on anything but.

Together they stood, motionless, at the entryway of the restaurant for just a moment. Eleanor crinkled her nose at his last minute doubt, and tugged fruitlessly on his arm with a wide and toothy, but nervous grin plastered across her porcelain face.

Eleanor followed him into the dark restaurant, taking tiny and careful steps behind Tetradore as they were lead to their table. It was here that she watched him as he interacted in the briefest ways with those he recognized in the booths and tables around them. Of course, Tetradore said nothing about it, so as the two slid into a more secluded booth, she didn't hesitate to breech the topic. "You're quite the celebrity here." She said with sly smirk, and one thin, dark eyebrow raised. She didn't press it long, however, as she was soon distracted by the exotic menu waiting for her on the table. When he orders, Eleanor finds herself smiling nervously again, watching with interest at the exchange between the waitress and Tetradore. "And a black coffee... pretty please." She adds, just as the woman spins to turn away.

Eleanor squirmed in her seat, folding and unfolding her legs in the slippery cushioned booth until finally she was sitting on her knees, the back of her head pressed up against the cold plaster of the wall. She ripped the scarf from her neck and removed her leather coat, balling up her items into her sack next to her. The fairy plants her elbows onto the table and leans eagerly across it, clearly unable to contain her anxious energy, and stares at him for a while. "So confession time." She says abruptly, her gaze falling on around the restaurant before settling back on him. "I'm fae." She says, as if he doesn't already know. He'd already seen her disappear once tonight. She was clearly using that as leverage to learn more about him. "Your turn."



Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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