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

Baptized in Blood


Posted on June 17, 2014 by Chemistry Koi
West






Steam billowed out of the bathroom as she padded out, a plush white towel wrapped securely around her waist. Her skin was tinged pink from the warmth, which contrasted with the dark ebony of her hair as it tumbled down her back in gentle wet waves. She really didn't know what to do with it so unwrapping her body she pats her hair, hoping to get it dry enough for her to put it up in a braided bun. Sinking into the bed she puts her feet up, admiring the blue frenchie she had gotten earlier in the week. It was a congratulatory thing, having scored big the week before, some of that money which currently funded this little hotel stint. Satisfied that not a chip was to be found she grabbed her overnight bag from the floor and rifled through the contents until she found her milk and honey lotion. The scent was subtle but worked beautifully with her body chemistry.

It doesn't take long for her to pick her outfit, as she already had an idea in mind. It takes her even quicker to pull everything on, and after grabbing her blazer she is at the door, but she doesn't go through, not yet. Shimmying her hand in her pants, she dips a finger into her warm core before painting her neck and back of her ears, much like one would do perfume. This was her natural scent, it gave a subtle muskiness to her lotion that blended so well and smelled divine. To date no one has ever complained...ever.

Walking down the street proved to be a challenge however as it was Friday night. Everyone and their mother was out and about which made for super vigilant walking, she wasn't some tourist but given the way she was dressed some little street rat would surely think she an easy mark. So with this in mind she easily ducks into a bar, pleasantly surprised to see it packed with patrons. With a gentle sweep of her hand she smoothes her hair before sliding up to the bar. Grey eyes land easily on the bar tender, tracing her curves and the ebony bar that winked at her here and there as she hustled about serving everyone. She was beautiful, in a retro sort of way given her choice of hairstyle, but what really caught her eye was the tip jar that was close to her. All she had to do was slip around the corner, grab a wad of cash, then disappear into the writhing crowd of bodies. A smile twists her lips as the bartender gets caught up in a debate with another patron, something about not paying. Taking her chance she eases around the L shape bar, taking care with her heels, she dips her hand in the glass jar. Her nimble fingers are quick to snatch a few bills before she is gone. Her body sways with the crowd, her hands ordering and folding the bills in half before slipping them in her pocket.

A commotion could be heard behind her but she is not really paying attention as she slips out the door and into the warm darkness of outside. Quickly she rounds a corner, sure that she was not being followed, into an alley. There and only there does she make a rookie move, she leans against the brick wall and counts her goods.




Submerged in BLOOD | The Dead they SMILE
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