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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
She didn't know what exactly to expect when they went through that door into Abigail's home but she knew that Abigail probably would have gone all out on what she did for her birthday party. Of course, Alexis had never been to one in the first place so how would she know what to expect? She was a mixture of nervous and excited. She knew Abigail would have probably gotten a lot of different choices for her when it comes to cake. She might have even gotten her more than an orange for a present but she knew she wouldn't mind. Alexis could hear the deep breath from the other side of the door before it opened and Abigail was beaming at her. She offered a smile back, her eyes widening as she took in a little bit of what was behind her. What were those floating things? She'd never seen them before.
But she was distracted by Abigail suddenly thrusting herself at her in a hug. Laughing, she wrapped her arms around the exuberant girl, hugging her back. This was new, but nice.
"Thank you!"
As they pulled away from each other, Alexis gave her a glance of Raven, smiling as Abigail introduced herself. It was nice to have both her friends in the same place for once. Maybe the day would be a good one, after all. Raven seemed curious of Abigail and Alexis wanted them to meet each other and hope that they got along. Raven was her best friend after all and Abigail was a new friend, but one she hoped to keep for a long time. Maybe her positive energy would rub off on both of them. Raven had been a little down with Aiden coming back and all and Alexis wanted to cheer her up and let her get away from the Ark for a little while, do something else to ease her mind. At least it would be three were's in the same house so they could talk about practically anything and know what the other was talking about. She senses Raven take a step back as Abigail threw herself at her. As they drew apart though, Raven was smiling and nodding back at Abigail.
As Raven gestured for her to go in first, she did so and watched as Raven followed and locked the door behind them. By that time though, she was distracted once more by the streamers and weird floating things and then she saw the bowl of oranges.
"Wow!"
She rushed to the table, taking a good whiff before she looked at Abigail.
"They smell amazing! Thank you! Are they all oranges? Some smell a little different."
She wondered what kind of trouble Abigail must have gone through to collect all this stuff. The streamers were so brightly colored and the floating things....magical. She poked one that was tied to a chair, looking at it curiously before she glanced at Raven.
"What is this?"
Then she caught sight of the presents all wrapped neatly further down the table and her mouth parted in awe. What are those? She glanced at Abgail, smiling at her in gratitude.
"You didn't have to get so many, but thank you."
She wasn't used to all this. Her gaze moved to Raven as she spoke, complimenting the decorations. She nodded in agreement.
"Everything looks amazing, Abigail. You did a great job. This is the best."
alexis wilde