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

with your wicked blood and your curls;


Posted on March 23, 2017 by lukas beck
West
don't think twice, it's alright

It had been an awful idea from the start and he'd known it, but nevertheless here he stood, in the dark, in a section of city he is well aware he isn't welcome. Shipping containers rise up around him like canyon walls; for a fanciful moment he thinks about scaling them, Batman-like, and stealing away into the shadows. It's a pity that he's nothing like the caped crusader; indeed, it's probably he who is being hunted here, though so far he's only run across beggars and drunks.

Some few hours ago he'd decided to go for a stroll as his rental company fumigated his new apartment. He'd found cheap rent, all right, but less than a week in and Lukas was already paying in other ways, most troublingly the discovery that he was sharing his one-bedroom with many (many) multi-legged neighbors.

So he'd wound down along the harbor, starting out on tree-lined walks packed with joggers and bikers until the crowds began to thin out and the pathway grew decidedly less landscaped. By the time darkness fell â€" a less-than-dramatic sunset with thick cloud cover â€" he was starving, the battery of his phone was quite dead, and he was thoroughly lost.

Of course he'd turned around, by then, but pride and poorness kept him from finding an intersection from which to hail a cab. And the groups of people he passed â€" well, they didn't look like the type to lend him a phone, even if he had known anyone in the city to call for a pickup.

Luckily, by virtue of being a fairly tall, fairly muscular male in a dark jacket, he was left mostly unconfronted. But as the whine and wail of sirens grew increasingly frequent he grew more and more uneasy, and the lights from the upscale buildings downtown seemed as far away as Gatsby's green beacon on the dock.

When the next wash of red and blue blazing past to some fresh disaster reveals a woman's silhouette, he decides to swallow his pride and ask for directions to the nearest well-lit bus stop. She rounds a corner and vanishes behind yet another shipping container and he hurries his steps to follow â€" and then stops when he turns and finds himself in darkness, with no sign of her or sound of her footsteps.

Before he can finish a thought or say a word there's a rush of motion, a knife at his throat and a low voice murmuring into his ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

He dare not swallow; he barely breaths, as aware of her body pressed against his as he is of the knife to the pulse of his throat.

It's so absurd, such a cap to his day, that when he manages a reply he immediately regrets it. "It's also polite not to assault innocent men," he says, and uncurls his fingers from the fists they'd made. His mind races, searching for a way he might overpower her, but he decides it's best to keep still, her knife promising a closer shave than he'd like. "What do you want, my wallet? It's all yours, darling. Much good it'll do you."





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