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

I sold my soul to a three-piece


Posted on February 16, 2016 by Spencer Lombardo
West


Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it



To be honest, it was strange to be touching another human being. Spencer had usually done so well to minimize contact with everyone except for the brief handshake or odd moment, at least until this woman appeared and forced her way into his boundaries. Still, this time it was Spencer engaging her and it felt weird. Weird enough he wasn't sure he would do it again. He couldn't let her get the wrong idea, that he would be engaging with all this touching. Also, it would be incredibly difficult to craft potions with only one hand.

Spencer rolled his eyes because â€" surprise, surprise- Askaree had some retort ready to whip out. If only he had been gifted with that, maybe he could actually slap her down once in a while. Instead he would have to make do with a quick eye roll and occasional scowl. Of course he was going to choose the bar! She did drag him out for drinks and, more importantly, she pulled him into the shell of a space he would never visit on his own. There was too much happening, what with the half-naked (at best) women and men running around, cursing and spitting and drinking, and it was just so busy. He was the guy that could handle the customers but you throw him in a room of people, he retreats. In case it wasn't obvious, Spencer Lombardo was not a people-person. He let her place the order, though the fact she was keeping it between her and the bartender made him a little wary. The woman was just hell bent on hiding everything from him tonight.

Spencer stepped up to the bar as she placed an order he couldn't hear, distrusting whatever it was she had decided they were going to indulge in this evening. He drummed his fingertips lightly on the countertop, though his tapping turned to white knuckles as he clutched the edge of the bar top when she purred her poisoned threat. Spencer could feel his heart freeze, stomach dropping, eyes staring at the counter without seeing it. She had achieved her goal of terrorizing her companion and he was sure she was probably pleased as a pig in shit at this moment. Though probably an empty threat, it was something Spencer couldn't shrug off, having never really dealt with the trauma from his first attack. He had just buried it deep in work. With the subtlety of never, he sidestepped a little more from her, moving his one good leg that much further. Sure, it probably completely solidified her suspicion about which was which, but he didn't care. He didn't really intend on reliving that moment.

When she pushed the glass toward him, Spencer didn't notice it right away. It was another moment before he noticed the glass, his brow furrowing as he studied it. His eyes darted toward Askaree, turning over whether he would reject it, before he picked up the glass and tipped it back. His throat tightened at the alcohol, a shudder down his spine, yet he could feel the warmth spread through his stomach. Of course, for Askaree's demand, he had nothing but dislike for either of those options. "I don't dance." Spencer returned, a bit snappishly. "Yes, let's throw the cripple in the ring. See how many laughs you can get."

Despite his snappy reply, Spencer's attention was pulled toward that corner of the room as the crowd erupted with shouts and cheers during a quiet part of the music. His brow furrowed slightly, studying that corner, before he pushed off the bar and began drifting in that direction. "You're pushing me to fight but have you done it? Or do you just run your mouth?"




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