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
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
burning like an effigy in here
Posted on December 04, 2016 by Blaise Duval
[Disclaimer - i'm sorry this is awfulD: ]
She is aware of her mistake too late, the words already lingering the air between them when she realizes this couldn't possibly be the contact sent to meet her; there was something too soft about the other fairy, so unlike herself with her sharp edges and viper's tongue, a frown already a deep ridge between her brows. "My mistake," she says, her words clipped and short, her lips curling in distaste at having been followed, though most of it was self-directed.
It is but a testimony to her distraction that she hadn't sensed the other fae before she managed to follow her into the warehouse. Surely, the contact wouldn't bother showing now. Those types generally tended to be flighty when things didn't go as planned. "Queen of the local faeries, you say?" A dark chuckle escapes her mouth, a feral grin edging at the corner of her lips. "And which court do you hail from, lovely Samantha? Surely not the darker brood of the Unseelie sort, those rotten beasts."
Never mind the fact that she'd crawled from the wretched bowels of that court herself. She pulls the bronze knife from her pocket, flipping it in her fingers, her green eyes locked on the faerie Queen with quiet regard, a burning curiosity setting flame to her insides. She hadn't been warned of a Queen in these parts, though it wasn't surprising that her fickle little lackeys had forgotten that little detail.
Sometimes she thinks they do it on purpose, if only to see her fumble. So far, she had disappointed them by rolling with the punches as they came, adapting her plans to accommodate. "I don't suppose you've seen anyone lurking about these part, sketchy fellow, most likely," she questions, thinking she ought try and figure out where her little contact might've wandered off to if she was going to be stuck her getting quizzed by her Majesty herself.
Funny to think they may one day be rivals. She isn't quite ready to play that card yet, though, so she gives Samantha a smile that doesn't reach those stoney green eyes. She'll play this game for now, if only to see where it takes her.
But soon enough, she'll have to find her amulet; whether this Queen is an asset or an obstacle is entirely up to her.
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- chase the sky into the ocean - By Samantha Cassidy on December 17, 2016 at 4:42 PM