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

I can make the stars dance


Posted on July 14, 2017 by NADYA
West
Wake up to your dreams
And watch them come true



Being back in a club and able to let go was truly intoxicating all on its own. This wasn't the fashion of dance meant to be alluring as her business entailed or even the emotional steps she took in her free time. This was simply about letting go and letting the music take her. The end of a song had her body slowing and that decision to have a drink take over. Now seeing a person hunkered over at a bar to drown their sorrows away wasn't an unusual sight but as Nadya waited for her drink and saw him there, there was just something about him that made her broach interacting with him.

A smirk curled her lips with a soft chuckle when the man replied about wanting a lay. Well wasn't he a bold one. He wasn't exactly soliciting anything from her but there was implications. Nadya's current though not for much longer job made such comments and even greater hardly anything she blinked at anymore. It wasn't hard to tell that he was a bit wound tight about something so she signaled for the bartender to double her order.

Nadya eyed the stranger as he finally turned about to fully acknowledge her as she lifted the drink the bartender set down to her lips. "Well, if you're on a budget to get drunk then you've chosen the right neighborhood. The West has a particular survival of the fittest personality." She casually set her drink back down. "And while I won't be in line to solve your other little problem there is a place if you want to unwind I know of. You won't get a lay out of it but there is plenty of quality booze and dancing."

She shrugged slightly as she leaned against the bar again. "Nadya Tetradore, I own the burlesque in the East called Cat's Meow. My girls are all fae but who knows, you might find a lucky one like yourself at the bar wanting to get laid." Though Nadya remained standing she didn't look any likely to abandon him. "So what's chased you out of the upper neighborhoods to seek the bottom of a bottle, hm?"


Nadya Tetradore

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