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

all smiles, i know what it takes to fool this town


Posted on July 09, 2017 by henry tudor
West



Henry had decided to spend the evening at the Ark, the place where he was supposed to feel welcomed and at home. He felt strange here. He had never been interested in fights, so it was no surprise that he wasn't interested now. But he was making an effort and surely that was all that mattered? Right? He sighed as the fight finished. He still didn't care for them. So instead of continuing to watch the fights, he decided he would take a trip to the bar. Yes. That was a place he felt more at home.

He slid into the bar, pulling out a few bills and setting them on the counter. "Crown on the rocks." He waited for his whiskey to be poured into a glass before he took it from the bartender. He took a deep, long sip, feeling the alcohol burn his throat on the way down. He never had liked the burn of alcohol, but lately, it told him that he was at least alive for the time being. Ever since the shit with Sterling, this was the only way he seemed to be able to feel.

When she slid into the seat next to him, Henry turned his head to look over at her with a forced smile. When she spoke, he sighed softly. "Here wasting time, really." He shrugged lightly as he took another sip of his whiskey. "I'm not much into fighting. Guess I'm just trying to make an effort." He wasn't really sure why he was here. It wasn't like he was being forced to come here. He wasn't told he had to attend x number of fights in order to be a part of their group. Unfortunately, he was part of their pack by default. Nothing could change that. "I guess I'm trying not to be a completely lost cause." If she knew the struggles Henry had with himself and his were half, she might understand him a little more. Unfortunately, Henry wasn't about to just spill his feelings to her.

He finished off his glass before having the bartender fill up his glass again. He took another sip. "Is working here something I need to get used to doing?" It seemed like this was the family business...something he might be expected to partake in. He had a job and a home. His becoming a were was an unfortunate circumstance that he had to live with. He just wasn't sure if he was quite ready to take all the consequences of being a were. Already being a were didn't settle well with him. It was the reason his lover was either dead or severely injured. Something like that just doesn't instill a desire to embrace that part of himself. It would take time, Henry just wasn't sure how much time.




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