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
Spotting Spencer lounging against the wall, she tilts her head at him expecting him to accept her offer to drive. Surprised he doesn't she merely shrugs her shoulders at him, "Suit yourself," she comments and slips back into the vehicle gracefully. Once he's settled she glances over at him, letting her arms roam over his attire appreciatively but doesn't comment. Using the manual stick shift, she shifts expertly as she begins to weave through the traffic heading deeper into the city, "I've never known a man to give control," she smirks at him briefly, "I had expected you to want to drive," she says leaving the conversation open if the moody Mr. Lombardo wanted to have a civil conversation.
Remembering his comment, she tilts her head towards him, her long white locks falling across her shoulder, "I believe thanks are in order," she nods her head in gratitude, "You look rather dashing yourself, Mr. Lombardo," she returns the compliment, a wicked smile toying at the corner of her lips, "And please, now that I have you interested in doing business, call me Vhalla. Though I don't mind being called 'Ms. Solarn' at has a rather enticing sound to it, does it not?" she laughs lightly at her own personal joke as they finally pull into an upscale hotel. Again, that mischievous look dances in her eye as she parks the vehicle.
She would let the warlock think what he would, she wouldn't let business and pleasure blur lines however, Spencer didn't know that. Stepping out of the car, she walks to the front and waits for her date before placing a hand in the crook of his arm and leading him towards the door. Vhalla had a rather strong notion that the man didn't like to be touched but she was here to put him in every possible uncomfortable situation she could. Smiling to herself, the doors rotate as they step inside the moving doors and are blasted with cool air. Nodding towards the desk clerk they head for the elevator entering and pushing the highest floor, the glass elevator launches skyward rather quickly.
Still letting her hand rest in the crook of his arm she remains almost silent as she hums quietly to herself. Before they knew it, they were at the top floor and being met by handsome host offering to take their coats and a greeting to Vhalla by her last name. With nothing to offer him, she glances expectantly at Spencer if he was willing to part with his jacket. Offering a smile to the host she lets him lead the two through the crowded restaurant, music softly filtering through the atmosphere and as they rounded the corner they were met with a breathtaking view of the skyline. Not bothering to note Spencer's reaction, the man leads them into a private room, one wall made entirely of glass to enjoy the view, and a small, intimate table in the center of the room.
"Thank you, Nathan," she responds to the host as he pulls the chair out for first Vhalla and then Spencer. Sitting down, the brushes her hair over her shoulder as she eyes the warlock critically. She clearly didn't need to tell him that money wasn't an issue given their current circumstances, "Tell me Spencer, would you have come if I had asked politely the first time?" she smiles at him, folding her fingers beneath her chin as she rest her elbows on the table.
Vhalla Solarn