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
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
Baptized in Blood
Posted on June 26, 2014 by Chemistry Koi
She is in a particularly good mood as she bounces down the street. Damon, that was his name the pesky vamp, had provided sanctuary for her for as long as she needed. His mansion was laid and she even had a built in lay for whenever the need struck her. For once things were going smoothly and had put the little minx in a very good mood. Not yet deep into the west side, she ducks into a pet shop, determined to get one old friend a little gift. Fingers trail over package after package, not quite finding what she wanted yet not entirely knowing what she wanted. Turning down aisle four she spots a lady in a work uniform and promptly flags her down.
"Hello I am need of some help. I have a pet cat and wanted something that would rock his world. The more potent the better."
She smiles widely, the picture of adoring pet owner. The lady looks her over before deeming the bloused jean clad woman no threat. "Then you would want Catnip. Get the Iron brand, heard it is fortified to make it stronger. Aisle six." With that she turns away to continue whatever the hell it was she was doing before Chemi stopped her. It was no matter because the little Korean was off, dead serious on finding aisle six and the precious contents it held. After purchasing her goodies she was off, damn near running down the street. Her nose would never lie to her and she knew by heart where to go in order to get to the armory. "...dumb ass animals." Hmmm, who is a dumb ass animal. Ducking behind a dumpster she spies two vampires as they stalk down the street, one of them gesturing as he spewed from the mouth nonsense. Interesting, daywalkers. Why would daywalkers be over this way?
Emerging from the cool shadows she continues on her way, way to nosey to turn down the opportunity to find out if there was any dumb ass animals around. Yet, when she laid eyes upon a very naked Tobias she could not help the low whistle that leaves her lips. Talk about dumb ass animals indeed. Trotting forward, bag swinging off her arms, she squats just out of reach of the chain. Looks like someone became a kitty pet.
"I am not totally sure that rock is a bastard. To be a bastard it would have to have been born from two unmarried boulders."
She smirks as she looks at him before flicking the offending rock closer to him, while taking care to keep ever form of herself out of his reach.
"How did you manage to become someone's pet bitch?"
She muses aloud as she considers the thick chain that is tethered to the pole, not even thinking about releasing him. Where was the fun in that?! Besides he would surely find his way free all by his self!
"I brought a gift for you."
She coos as she brings out the ten pound bag of catnip. She had bought the biggest one they had, determined to derive pleasure from watching him play in it as she had seen on youtube. Grinning she rips the bag open, hand rifling through the opening in order to shift through the contents and release the pungent odor.
"Do you want?"
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- :: Give It To Me Baby :: - By Tobias on June 28, 2014 at 3:28 AM