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

these lines were here long before we came around;


Posted on April 01, 2017 by lukas beck
West
don't think twice, it's alright

For every moment her breath fans against his cheek and the knife moves no nearer to his frantic pulse, he feels lucky.

Or maybe that's a lie. Maybe he feels horrifically, unfairly unfortunate. It's hard to tell which with adrenaline singing in his blood. Hopefully he'll get the chance later to determine which it is.

It is a lucky thing, at least, that he doesn't see her smile. The press of her clearly shapely body and the scent that clung to her - something of leather, something floral, something there was no better word for than wild - was quite enough; the last thing Lukas needed tonight was to be lovestruck by a would-be assailant.

Neither her words nor her hand on his shoulder make him relax, but he huffs a laugh anyway. "Well, I do enjoy being proven wrong." Just before she draws away, the wind stirs her hair and catches him again with that hard-to-place scent; foolish as it is, that would have been enough for him to linger longer than is prudent. Her order, of course, only solidifies it.

Lukas obeys her, not moving as she steps to face him and the thin light falls across her features. Still it does not detract from her beauty; instead, it seems to him that it makes her look other. Something different, something more. His lips twist into a hard-to-read expression; exhaustion and adrenaline must be addling his brain.

Before he can stop himself, he sighs with relief as she puts away the knife. He ought to take something from the practiced ease with which she does it, but instead he's distracted by the grace of her hands as she tugs at her collar. When she speaks his gaze darts back to meet her own; he feels both guilty and foolish for allowing himself to be so easily distracted.

"I wanted to ask you directions. I â€" " It isn't until that moment that her words (well, one word in particular) sink in, and he blinks at her before his gaze slides into a new kind of wariness.

Dangerous is one thing. But dangerous and drugged, or dangerous and mad â€"

"I'm sorry, did you say vampire?" His voice has gone detached, polite. She doesn't look high, nor was she fumbling her words, but nothing else made sense. He would have to find a way to untangle himself from this situation, and soon; never mind that paying for a cab back from here would make his money until the end of the week thinner than he'd like.

It would be cheaper than a visit at the ER after a tussle with a stranger on PCP that had seen Buffy one too many times.

"Well, that's fascinating. Why don't we continue this conversation somewhere warmer or brighter?" Like somewhere with a telephone. "I could go for some coffee. And you look, er, hungry." Unsure what to do with his hands and unwilling to look like a threat, he shoves them deep into the pockets of his jeans and wishes fervently he carried something more useful than lint.

Ah, well. Luckily Lukas reacts better to surprises than his new acquaintance.





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