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

that's what you get for waking up in vegas


Posted on July 12, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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Edie was a decidedly useless creature in the early hours of the morning. Most women, truly, tended to be afflicted with this condition and yet for now at least Frost remains tolerant, if only because she had only recently returned from her rather impromptu visit to Africa. One in which Kato had not sought his permission to take her on. He would need to speak to the man in time, Frost rather displeased at having had his Beta stolen from him for such an extended period and yet he supposed she held some right to holiday if she saw fit. A conversation for another time perhaps. Edie's head against his shoulder is hardly unnoticed, the girl very nearly curling against him within the back of the car, sleep seeming to embrace her semi-dressed figure once more. He is...unused to such touch, such closeness in any form, much of his life spent attempting to avoid even these platonic touches of affection and yet he cannot quite bring himself to remove the girl entirely- the tense hold to his form relaxing ever so slightly- allowing Edie to rest against him.

"We are going to Vegas, Edie, to engage in a tournament there."

A faint simper traces his lips, violet gaze moving from the woman to peer briefly out of the window and at the rapidly passing city buildings, the airport a decidedly short drive and yet long enough still to allow the woman some explanation of her presence here. Poker was not truly his most favoured of games, even despite his own near flawless poker-face, the stallions emotions almost utterly devoid, allowing him to play a hand with ease. Yet, with his more recently acquired talents and ability to fish within the minds of others there are larger targets to hit then back end bars or the cities own local casino. The vampires there holding far more knowledge upon him then would prove to be profitable. His attention turned towards larger purses. Indeed, between himself and the woman resting against him the man is entirely assured such odds can be only further manipulated. To read the minds of a table of players while focusing upon his own cars would be a decidedly difficult endeavour, one that too, may allow any other supernaturals within the vicinity to become suspicious of his actions. What better trick existed within the world of cards then a little slight of hand? Frost merely required another pair of hands.

"Hmm?"

One eye lifts ever so slightly, the snowy-haired man pulled from his internal thoughts by the voice of the still semi-sleeping woman resting against him and her assurance poker was perhaps not her talent. This notion of strip poker seeing the faintest of simper taint his features once more before they fall back into their usually look of guarded concealment. Whom Beck was he hardly knew, Frost assured his companion had never yet mentioned someone by this name and yet who or what had existed within her past was of little concern to him. Unless Beck intended to reappear with the mind to steal his Beta from him the stallion found himself hardly concerned with this unusual name. Such a thing however, was stored within his mind, a question for later perhaps as the arm that rests around her shifts slightly, hand lifting to wrap a single strand of hair around his finger in a manner almost teasing.

"It is fortunate for you then, that I can play and that the game I have in mind will require you to keep most of your clothing on. Perhaps new clothing at that."

Those frosted lyrics are delivered with the same rhythmic ease that taints near all his words, his final sentence laced with a hint of a tease perhaps, quite content to dangle the idea of a new outfit in front of the woman- as if she desired more motivation then his simple command. She was loyal, if nothing else, a truly valuable trait in the woman and indeed perhaps she was deserving of such a reward as this. Her final words see the faintest of chuckles rise within his throat, the man unaware that such an expression had graced his features and yet he hardly seeks to deny it.

"Are you implying, elskan, that I possess a devious look?"

His gaze returns to her own, what little of his eyes can be seen resting upon her now a note of query within his voice though he hardly anticipated an answer from the woman all the same, his affinity shifting decidedly inward now- seeing little need to allow the driver any knowledge of his plans, his words instead pressing easily into Edie's mind alone.

There is an invitational high rollers tournament in Vegas this weekend, I intend to get us invited, with a little help from yourself of course. With my talents and your undeniable charm I suspect we will make rather the team. You will play and I will instruct. I will split and profits with you.....sixty forty?

His attention returns upon her, the question within his tone surely clear, affording the woman a chance to haggle a little over exactly what her payout would be, the car pulling into the airport within the same moments as the stallion moves to step outside, passing the bag of Edie's belonging to her as he does, his own tossed over his shoulder before leading the way into the airport. The walk through security is little more than an irritation, Frost forced to remove the amulet around his neck, eyeing the golden medallion as it passes through the security scan all the same- returning it to his neck with relief before heading towards the plane. It is, fortunately, a short wait before boarding- a soft snort of amusement passing his lips as Edie move to head towards the economy section of the plane, one hand reaching out touch her arm- gesturing in the opposite direction and towards nothing less than First Class. If he was going to fly, he was hardly going to do it in discomfort. His trip to Siberia with Alex having given him a taste for such comfort. The young man settles easily into his rather luxuriant seat, waiting for Edie to settle beside him before speaking once more.

"I think, once we arrive, we will do a little shopping- if you're not opposed. Then we will work out our game plan."


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