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

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Posted on March 11, 2017 by emerson navarro
West



This place was so foreign to Emmy, so confusing. It would take her some time to get used to this place, to feel comfortable with all the new beings she was meeting. She had never met a were before, so this was all a new experience for her. So much had happened since she walked off the boat tonight...so much so that she was beginning to get a headache from it all. Too much stimulation. Her body was tired but her brain was reeling. She wasn't sure where to go from here. She knew she just had to keep on walking.

She asked the other if she knew of Alex's family, but the name hadn't rung a bell. She didn't suppose it would. Alex's family was small and fairly average. They weren't big business owners or politicians. They were just your average family trying to make ends meet. While she was sad to know that she still didn't have a lead, she couldn't fault the other.

When she asked if she knew anyone who could control storms like her, she sighed again. She had never met anyone who could control the weather like she could. She supposed if she was going to learn to control her powers, she would just have to learn on her own time. Maybe she could find an unpopulated place where she could practice. Perhaps.

However, she cocked her head to the side to look at the other as she began to give her options. First she spoke of a witch who could control water. While it wasn't the same, she might have some leads. Poor Emmy was already suffering from too much knowledge too quickly and didn't even ask how she was bound to another witch. She feared it might give her a headache. The second option sounded a little more promising. If her mate could mimic her powers, maybe he could help her. "I'll do anything not to hurt anyone anymore." Emmy was tired of her powers killing those she loved and injuring countless others. If trying to suppress her powers more would only make matters worse, then she wanted to learn to control them. The last thing she needed (or wanted) was for the body count to continue to rise.

Emmy turned the corner and saw a hotel up ahead and assumed it was probably the one they were going to. Her eyes rested on the other again, taking her hand and shaking it in a friendly manner. "Emerson. But most people call me Emmy." Her name was so formal she rarely went by it. Emmy was a little easier to remember and made her feel more comfortable around others. Not to mention, she had terrible memories of her mother screaming her full name, always saying her legal name when she was angry or upset. Yes. Emmy was much better.



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