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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
With Aiden still unsure of me, I do my best to lie low around the Ark, not wanting to further tempt his decision for me to stay. I figure if I'm prety much forgotten about, maybe he'll see that I'm not a burden and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let me stick around. In the meantime, I try to make myself useful. Since I don't know how most of the pack save Raven and Nadya feel about me, I try to avoid most of them. At one point, I saw a glimpse of Tobias' leopard tail peeking from around a corner and I all but tripped over myself trying to go through a different section of the Ark, all to keep him from seeing me. I don't know how much longer I can do this but I can keep trying. In the meantime, I've got my job back at the cafe with Alexander so I spend most of my days there re-learning my job. Most of it came back quickly, like riding a bike, so in no time I was smiling at the customers again and learning their names and what they like to order when they come in. I found out that I actually have good photo memory so after consistency, I can call to mind someone's regular order just by seeing their face. Today I'm sitting on the edge of the deck on the Ark, skipping rocks across the water. I just got off shift from the cafe not long ago and Alexander wasn't around so I had no reason to stick around. I called it a day and headed back. The sun is getting close to setting but I'm not ready to curl up in my bunk just yet so instead I'm skipping rocks, thinking about my life and where I want to go from here. |