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

Destined to Burn


Posted on June 05, 2014 by Chemistry Koi
West






What was it that drew the minx to the club scene in the first place? She was not dressed for it. She typically didn't frequent it unless she was looking for a mark. And it usually stank to the high heavens of sweat and liquor which wasn't an aphrodisiac. Maybe when she had seen the door open, practically begging her entrance, she had witnessed an opportunity to exercise some freedom in case her heist later on that night went horribly wrong. A last ditch effort for one last high. So when the bartender sauntered up to her she had played with him, enjoying the blush as it heated his neck. She was about to order a straight vodka shot when the lady beside her lean in, a partial slip of her scarred face flashing beneath the flickering lights. Instant appreciation for her scarred beauty flits through her. Any girl who was able to sustain such a scar was more than worth of more than a cheap game.

"Is that so?"

She queries aloud, her eyes briefly leaving the woman's, a smile inching across her face.

"I will have what she said. A turkey sub."

When she turned back, fully intending to have a conversation, she is disappointed to find that she was turned toward a droning male. A clumsy, uncoordinated male who was trying so hard to perform a trick involving some coins and a few glasses. A soft sigh is given, the sound gentle yet agitated, but most importantly given from the curly red headed vixen. Embolden, she moves from the bar, pushing her way through the crowd so that she could make her way back around. Slipping her hands around the neck of the man, she whispers sweet nothings in his ear, a wicked grin splitting her face when he responds with gusto. Taking her hand he brings her around, and of course what sex siren would decline a prime seat in his lap? She rather puke, yet she walks to his side, just in time to witness red head performing the trick to perfection.

"That was good, stick around for a few!"

She all but purrs, sending the woman a wink as she snatches the drink she offered the man and pulls him to his feet. Ignoring his grumbling she pulls him forward, and with a decisive wiggle of her hips melts into the crowd. She moves him to the middle, into the tightest throng of dancers, and there she stays a minute. With fluid grace she gyrates against him, running her hands down her body for good measure, while at the same time making sure that if he tips over she would not be in his way. Werefox or not she was not trying to die trapped beneath a drunken idiot.

It doesn't take long for him to spot another girl, this one decidedly younger than both she and the red head, and she is ghost the moment he turns to her. Quickly she makes her way back to the bar, seeking that distinctive curly mop of hair. IF she is still at the bar then she will lean in whispering that they had better leave before tall drunk and ugly realizes that the girl he thinks is hot is actually a dude. If she is missing then she will make her way to the door, after snatching her turkey sub, hoping that she can catch her. Either way when she and the red head are outside she will burst into laughter.

"Was he a blind date or something? He really did not seem your style."




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