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 know why the caged bird sings.


Posted on June 01, 2014 by Gianni Lambayo
West

if you've got nothing to dance about find a reason to sing



Final stop miss, The bus driver called back to her as the vehicle came to a halt. Reaching up, the woman rubbed the grogginess from her eyes as his voice awoke her. When her focus cleared she looked out the window at her new life. The moon was high in the sky, and the buildings were lit up brightly as it was a Friday night and the town was bustling with activity. Miss, The driver called again in question as Gianni took a deep breath and slid from the seat to the aisle.

Grabbing her slightly oversized handbag from the overhead storage, she began slowly walking to the front of the bus, stopping at the chubby driver. Keeping her eyes on the ground, the girl gave a small curtsey and handed him a five dollar tip, "Grazie," She said, her Italian accent strong. The man smiled and thanked her as she moved down the steps. As her foot hit the pavement of Sacrosanct, the doors closed and a whooshing noise was made as the vehicle began moving away, leaving Gianni standing on the sidewalk.

Her gloved hands clenched the black bag to her stomach as her eyes took in the scenery. People were out having a good time, groups of young adults passed her in a drunken stupor, she could hear music playing from every which way; it was overwhelming. Taking a deep breath, the vampire took small, slow steps in her black boots down the sidewalk as she watched everything. She walked by restaurants, some closing and some were more in the bar scene.

She passed the nightclub and was able to see inside the door for a split moment at the huge party that seemed to be going on. Stopping her eyes watched full of wonder and curiosity. Biting her lip in nervousness, the girl put the bag on her shoulder and smoothed her blackdress before she entered the door of the club.

The girl smiled with delight as the lights danced around and the music thrummed loudly in her ears. She practically bounced through the establishment before making her way to the bar where she was able to find an empty seat. The bartender handed her a menu which she took, thanking him as she looked over the many drinks that she had never heard of before. The man came back to help her decide on something, giving her a fruity alcoholic beverage. In her previous life she was forbidden from alcohol as her master believed it dulled the senses and sharpened the tongue.

Taking a sip to the surprisingly delicious drink the woman watched the many people on the dance floor, most which seemed to be vampires. She had been running far too long, and for once she actually believed that she was having fun.





the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams



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