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 March 16, 2016 by Spencer Lombardo
West


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



There was a large part of the equation that Askaree seemed to be unaware of, though not by any fault of her own. He worked hard to try to hide it yet occasionally its ugly face reared up. So was his masculinity, his "spirit" as she called it, so fragile? Truthfully it was. Spencer was not the fully grounded and realized man he displayed, he was more like the broken vase held together with glue and the non-cracked side turned to face the world. It had never occurred to him to step back and consider that perhaps he was just as fully capable as any other person. Right now though, the only thing he was really considering was how many people would attempt to kick his ass if he just punched her in her smart mouth. Not that he would. He was a gentleman. Sometimes.

You couldn't blame the guy for trying to call her bluff. It was the first time Spencer had really spent much time with her outside of work, or really at all. Even during the working hours, they rarely engaged one another since it was much easier for him to avoid her with the pretense of customer service. Besides, she was out doing what it was Dorian had her skipping.

As for homage to his own delusions? Come, Askaree, don't be so childish. Spencer could act the petulant child but he had survived this long for a reason - he wasn't fucking stupid. If she refused, he could probably assume she was little more than bluff and bluster, which meant he could start disregarding her more freely. She would simply be another ass in the office. If Askaree rose to the fight, dove in teeth bared, he'd get to see what she actually had under those sleeves. More importantly, he could begin more accurately assessing what threat she truly was instead of letting his nightmares run wild.

Spencer looked toward his companion, a little surprised to see her stripping her blouse off. He nearly turned away for decency but... she was stripping in the very place that screamed "there's no decency here!" Still, he wound up turning his attention to the fighter's ring since he couldn't decide if this was another attempt of hers to rile a reaction from him. Still, perhaps he would have been better focusing on her because looking up simply made him all too aware of the drooling wolves around the ring. Despite his disdain for her, Spencer couldn't help but find himself bristling.

He collected her discarded belongings, dropping them by his feet at the edge of the ring to ensure nothing went missing. It wasn't that he didn't trust - Actually, he didn't fucking trust any in this place. Even she was a maybe. He studied her closely, arms folded over his chest. While he would never admit it to her - she would derive too much satisfaction - he was not immune to her looks. Still, her looks were quickly pushed aside so he could study her fight - much like a boxer's coach before a big fight. Especially since the opponent was much larger than her. Yes, she looked strong but how strong was she really? Her opponent also certainly looked strong. And tall. And that like he needed to shower but that wasn't going to help her so disregard that.

Her wink was returned with a lifted eyebrow, an almost disinterested look seemingly stuck on his face. Truthfully, he had no clue what to make of that wink. Was she trying to imply something? Taunt him? Mock him? What was that for? Who winks right before a fight?



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