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'll Be The One You Won't Forget (Chemi) ::


Posted on June 21, 2014 by Tobias
West
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Change back!

It is the second time the vampire has seen fit to demand this off him, Tobias doing little more then continuing to stare blankly at the first of his two 'minders', the vampires features contorting into anger once more, his fangs showing now as a growl of irritation found it's way into his throat. Day walking vampires were a rarity and yet Risqué seemed to have found two amongst her staff for the particular task of taking Tobias for a walk, perhaps having finally conceded to the fact that kept inside for too long seemed to send the boy into fits of....activity- none of which were conducive to progress. Any lack of true exercise however had made the boy more volatile then normal, more argumentative and entirely to pent-up for anyone's good, his inability to get out resulting in his inability to get to Nadya and relieve his frustration in a more...physical manner. The task for the day was a simple enough one, the boy allowed out upon the condition he remained on his chain, the heavy apparatus linked to his leather collar, the other end held firmly within the leading vampires hand, his owner evidently not trusting him nearly enough to believe he will not run away at even the slightest chance. The secondary part of this outside excursion being that he find a certain man, his unique instinct allowing him to track any person or object demanded of him and yet his mistress had failed to put a time limit on such a thing, Tobias utterly content to refuse her command for as long as possible. The company had made it perhaps two blocks from the night club, the disobedient leopard having been dragged much of the way before abruptly having decided to sit and shift back into his human form, sitting now atop the sidewalk in little more then his leather pants and thing shirt, arms folded, refusing utterly to 'change back' as commanded.

I will fucking drag you, I swear to god, take us to this man, go...fetch....move you stupid idiot.

Dark eyes simply blinked innocently once more, lean, toned frame rolling suddenly and abruptly to the side and upon the bare stripe of grass that existed outside the warehouse district, Tobias seeing fit to lay down on his back entirely, ignoring the tightening of leather at his throat, determined to be nothing short of belligerent as the vampire groaned once more, hauling now on the chain and managing to drag the collapsed boy all of two feet before hurling a kick at him.

Fine, like I give a damn, leave him here, I'm fucking hungry, lets get something to eat Marco, a few hours here might sort him out, no food, no water, no shade, see how long he lasts then. I never liked cats, dumb-ass animals.

Dark eyes simply continued to watch as the elder of the vampires moved to wrap the heavy chain around and around a steel pole, twisting and bending the links out of shape, locking it into place, nothing short of another vampire capable of undoing such a thing before he turned on his heel, companion in toe, content to leave their charge tied to the side of the warehouse and upon what remained of the browning, dying grass that poked through the sidewalk crack. For a moment Tobias simply watches, waiting until the pair are out of sight before he stretches, easing each kink and sore from his body, relishing the sun upon his skin, so many days locked within the confines of Syn having seen him crave that warmth, a contented sigh pulled from his lips as he moves to observe his territory, fingers teasing at the steel links of the chain almost contemplatively before the young man reaches into his back pocket, pulling out the sunglasses he had traded Lucian, sliding them on, assured that he is wearing them correctly, oblivious to the fact they are, in fact, upside down, grinning in delight at his success before he moves to fold one long leg over the other, sitting cross-legged as he leans back against the abandoned warehouse.

He prefers to be alone, likes the warmth and the silence, lips moving as he mutters to himself words with no real meaning, fingers continuing to tease over the links of the chain before he abruptly lifts the thick links to his lips, beginning to slowly chew and grind his teeth against the cold steel as he moves to trace his fingers through the dust and dirt and cracked concrete, content to be within his own personal territory, pleased it has not changed in the few days he has been kept away, Lucian's warehouse within his view from here and as such he is assured this counts as guarding it. One hand reaches over to grab a small stone, followed by another and another, beginning to pile them at his feet, snickering softly as he does like a child engaged in a game of building blocks , a pleasant snicker hissing from his lips as he continues to work eagerly, steadily crafting a small pile, hands clapping excitedly at his achievement.

"Yes, very good. You are...so clever."

Clearly he is content to praise himself for lack of anyone else to do it, pausing to spit out a chunk of steel he has managed to eat through, yet another of his abilities, searching for another pebble to add to his collection, dark gaze peering through lashings of wild ebony hair as he spies another stone- one just out of his reach. He moves to crawl forward, fingers extended and yet the chain pulls him back entirely, the boy proceeding now to roll over, attempting to reach for it with his feet, to grasp it with his toes and yet the pebble remains elusive as he scowls, leather tightening around his throat, fingers unable to undo the clasp on the collar itself as he growls.

"Stupid....bastard...rock."

He shifts positions again, irritated huff on his lips, one hand knocking down his rock pile like a petulant child, a perfect pout on his handsome young features as he proceeds to ignore the rocks entirely, determined to punish them for their disobedience by refusing to play with them- arms folding across his chest in finality.



Tobi
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