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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life; [Davante]


Posted on March 02, 2016 by DAREIOS
West

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



Dareios wasn't an avid user of public transportation. With several dozen delectable sports cars in his possession, he didn't much have a use for it. Not to mention his gift of super speed -- it didn't take him long to get anywhere in the city, when need be. But tonight, the vampire wasn't in any rush. He stood coolly on the deck of the only train station in Anacosta Heights. It was nearly deserted at this time of night. One hand cupped at the end of his cigar as he struggled to light it. The passing metros screeched through the station, sending the short, manicured locks atop his head in a brief flutter. Once the S-line train arrived, he was the only to step inside what turned out to be an equally empty car. So the vampire didn't both to put out the cigar. But he couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed. He'd chosen this path for the lackadaisical experience it offered and for the opportunity to people watch. All while he lazily made his way to an actual destination.

Tonight Dareios was traveling to the far-reaching ends of Sacrosanct for business. Against Dareios' better judgement, he'd taken on an assignment from a shifter. A foolish, young man whose motives were still to be determined. But Dareios found himself obsessed with the work. Perhaps it was because he'd grown accustomed to the day-in/day-out nature of his usual routine. Or maybe it was because the vampire had become so successful, he hardly did any of the nitty-gritty investigations himself anymore. He had paid staff to do that for him. But because of the unusual nature of this request, and probably not to tarnish his reputation or stir unnecessary whispering amongst his employees, Dareios had told no one about this. He didn't share the crude drawing Frost had given him of the amulet with anyone for analyzation. He canceled meetings and social appearances as to work on this specific assignment during off hours.

He was pleased with his progress thus far. Part of him was even boastful about it. I've still got it, he'd told himself tonight. It had been almost two hundred years since he and his brother built their empire in Ireland. About a 150 since Dareios fled the country of his birth, after mourning the unexpected loss of his brother, and continued on with their venture in the states. It had been close to one hundred years since he ever had to do the work himself, outside of broader management and organization. This assignment was a good reminder of where he came from.

The train sloshed its way down the tracks, and Dareios found himself feeling rather relaxed in the sterile car under its blinding florescent lights. He pressed the back of his head against the cold glass window and rested his eyes, listening to the shuttering of the metal box as it eased its way down the trail. It didn't take long for it to reach the West side of town. The last time he found himself in this neighborhood had been a memorable night. He had drank from a human that night, for the first time in quite a long time, was not himself. But it happened to be the same night he met Sorcha. Tonight was different, clearly. He wasn't high from feeding and though also here for business, he didn't have any plans of wandering around in the alleyways with a pretty witch.

He was headed to a retail shop, of all things. He'd gotten a tip that a peculiar store in the West district could have the amulet he was looking for. Dareios glares into the blinding light of his phone as he finds his way from the dingy street car station to the murky streets, his face fully illuminated by it in the dark night. He hoped this place kept odd hours.


Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl


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