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

let's be alone together


Posted on September 14, 2017 by minn
West
...i might hate myself tomorrow...



The hamburger was already halfway shoved in her mouth when she heard this tiny... innocent little voice perk up beside her. Minn's head turned slightly to the side, peering at the red head from the corner of her eye. Um. H-hello? Taaaalk about awkward. To be entirely honest Minn thought she'd been alone up until this point. How long had this smiling chick been watching her stuff food down her gob? "Erng..." The response was quickly muffled by the food in her mouth and Minn remembered that she couldn't always talk efficiently when her tongue was wrapped around a cheeseburger. One would think that'd be a talent of hers or something by now, but...no. It wasn't.

Fuck.

She gracelessly chomped the burger in half, pulling the remainder away from her mouth while using the back of her hand as a napkin simultaneously. It must have been a really majestic sight. She sniffed a little, adjusting herself in her seat as she finished chewing the half masticated cow in her mouth before attempting to talk again. Unfortunately by the time all was said in done, Minn had entirely forgotten who this chick was asking about again. Alfa? Amelia? ...

"Er... Who?" She stated blankly, for the first time fully looking down at the girl next to her. It's funny; she was sort of everything that her voice hinted at. Cute, all smiley'n'shit, big eyes. You know. The type of girls you're going to buy girl scout cookies from because they ask so sweetly in that high pitched voice, or maybe the bible thumper you feel bad turning away at dinner time because they just look so damn cute in their Sunday dress. That kind. Minn's lips pressed into a thin line as she studied her warily, wondering how she'd even wandered into this neighborhood and if this A-name person was a lifeline to help bail them out or find their way back home. Bubbles over here didn't really seem like she belonged in this banged up ship, but... hey. Who knew. Minn had been gone for way too long, maybe it had been overrun by the powerpuff girls or something.

Her dark eyes followed the girl's sporadic train of thought to the half-eaten cheeseburger in her hand, then to the food bag with chicken nuggets and cheeseburgers still buried under a pile of french fries. If there was ever a question Minn didn't have some sort of answer for this would probably be the one. How does someone even answer that? How do you explain food? Basic necessity food? French fries? Cheeseburgers? She... was talking about the food, right? Not the bag or... Something entirely unrelated that might have made a billion times more sense? Minn opened her mouth to try and reply but it sort of just hung there for a minute, totally mute and unhelpful. Instead she just sort of watched the awe in this girl's eyes as she stared at... french fries. It was really hard to tell if Minn should consider this amusing or pathetic. Probably a mix of both, but something in the earnest way she had asked made Minn think this wasn't just some stupid humorless joke.

"...Why don't you just.... Here."

She reached over with a single finger, pushing the bag ever so closer to the edge towards miss deprived over there, and then slowly retracted her hand back and watched skeptically, nose wrinkling. "Knock yourself out."

but im on my way tonight

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