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 want to raise pulses


Posted on June 26, 2014 by Karsen Talbert
West


Though Karsen was distracted by all the people ordering drinks she was still very much aware of her surroundings. She made it a habit to make sure she knew exactly who was where, because there had been a couple occasions when someone would try to slip behind the bar to snag a bottle or get their hand on the abundant supply of tips that rested behind the bar. She wasn't stupid, she knew that not everyone in the world had good intentions like she did, and she was far from naïve. Besides, a woman with dreams as big as hers had to make sure they knew what was going on at all times. She wasn't always so good at it, but after years of practice very few things got past her anymore.

After she dealt with the annoying guy bugging about her giving him a discount she turned her attention to a small group of decent looking women. They were all competing for attention, it made Karsen laugh a little bit, but she would never laugh in their faces. They were after all paying customers and she always made sure to be as nice as possible to them. The guy she had told off was no exception, because not once did her voice get cold, sarcastic, definitely, but she made sure to keep it acceptable. She needed this job after all, not that she thought her boss would fire her for telling off a rude customer here and there. The perks of being a bartender meant the customer wasn't always right.

When she was mixing drinks for the girls she saw a flash of someone slip behind the bar, and as if on cue she finished mixing the drinks just in time to see a dark-haired woman dart away. Sky blue eyes narrowed as a couple customers started shouting about how someone just jacked some of the tips. Some of them laughed, others seemed truly upset that someone would take the money they gave the bartender for themselves. Attention quickly slipped to the other bartender helping her out and she made a quick hand motion, and with a nod of understand from her co-worker she darted around the bar. She wasn't afraid to chase someone down who took her hard-earned money from her, and this was no exception. Knowing that something was going up the people parted to give her a path out of the bar, and the bouncer shouted his support as well.

Bright eyes shifted up and down the street quickly trying to see where the woman ran too, and it was then she caught a glimpse of her turn into an alleyway. Eyes narrowed once again as she jogged through the people wandering the streets and turned into the alley about thirty seconds after the girl did. Karsen wasn't even thinking of the possibility that there might be other people there, so she was glad to see that the woman was alone counting what she thought was her money. A deep breath was drawn in and she stepped even closer to the woman making sure to make her escape route minimal. It was clear that Karsen was upset, but she wasn't quite livid, mostly annoyed and frustrated.

"I think you have something that belongs to me."

Boston-accented vocals gave out in a stern tone. She was going to start off nice, but if the woman gave her any more trouble she'd get much less tolerant. It was hard to piss Karsen off for the most part, but when you mess with income or with someone she loves that's when her temper gets kicked into high gear. She was usually very level-headed, but she had a feeling that the stranger before her wasn't going to make this very easy on her. At least the bartender was up for a challenge, but then again she always was. It's how she had gotten so far in her life as it was, and she only had farther to go to achieve what she really wanted. That was a story for a different time though. Right now her complete focus was on getting the money that she earned back with as little trouble as possible.

"Hand it over."

Karsen Talbert

I want to make your heart beat
I love it when it beats for me
I want to raise pulses


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