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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on June 28, 2014 by Tobias
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His form remains easy, relaxed, or as relaxed as he is willing to allow it with water lingering so closely by, muscles loose and yet prepared all the same, the water watched warily though he allows her touch, flinches only slightly as she reaches for the first of his tangled locks, the humming sound within her throat seeming to aid in her efforts to sedate him in some fashion, mind momentarily distracted by the sound that vibrates from within her, moving to mimic the tune, humming along for some moments, fingers taping against the wood of the table in some effort perhaps, to further distract himself from the ever present threat of the liquid that lingers within her hands, his bruised face already healing and yet the mark she has left is hardly clear upon the outside. She is not to be toyed with, perhaps, stronger then he had believed, not nearly so....submissive as she seemed and indeed her strike against him has forced those blackened tendrils of his mind to reassess her, to a certain extent, the girl very near forcing his respect and indeed his mind struggles to perceive this new...change within their dynamic. These few shreds of respect she has earned seeing him concede now to her demands, even if only begrudgingly. He continues to match her song, mind readily having learned the pattern of the notes she hums, repeating them easily and with flawless timing. Perhaps he cannot read, cannot write, yet his ability to mimic those around him, if even only in some final effort to belong- is astounding, the boy entirely capable of learning in this regard though few are aware of it.

Her fingers work to pull and tug, gently, at each dark strand, a matter of discontent released with every other touch of her fingers, an irritated snort of sorts finding it's way through his lips though he allows her to continue even so, unwilling to be struck a second time tonight, trusting her word in this, believing indeed that she has little intention of harming him, though how he has come to such a decision only after she has struck him cannot be said, words muttered from his lips even still as he picks at the wood of the table, fingers tracing each line and imperfection within the wood as she continues to....groom him in some fashion. It has been years....so many, since anyone had made any attempt to do anything with his hair and indeed perhaps he will allow it, this once, a shower however- still entirely out of the question. Some of his mutterings, it would seem, have been heard by the curly-haired woman, the confusion in her features unseen by the shaggy haired boy, her words seeing his own features contort into a frown as he slightly shakes his head once more, content it would seem, to argue about his own intelligence.

"No. I am....very weird.....Naddy says. I think I am....not good for teaching. Risky...says so too."

The vampire woman's version of informing him of his own stupidity however, is far less gentle then Naddy's continually pointing out his weirdness, his adoration for his pack mate assuring such things hardly matter to him when coming from her, Risqué however, another matter entirely and one it would seem he has no desire to discuss, the woman's fingers running back through his hair in search of any stray tangles, the young man rather oblivious to the fact that she had removed the sticky tangles some moments ago, the women evidently content to simply enjoy the thickness of those dark locks- his own attention taken upon the words she offers. His mind struggles to perceive them, taking each one, turning it about within his mind in an effort to place it, offering little more than a nod in response to her words, whether he understands them or not can hardly be said. She moves to step abruptly away, his own hand lifting to scratch absentmindedly at his damp hair before she moves to mention these favours she owes him, his own head tilting slightly in some contemplation of what he is offered.

"I want to....have....one now."

He moves to hold up three fingers now, entire lack of ability to count making it rather difficult to ascertain whether he desires one favour or three in this moment as he moves to stand, towering above her as he always does, momentarily paused beside her, a look of curiosity upon his features as one hand moves abruptly towards her...before he seems to stop himself, indecision touching his features as arms move to fold across his chest.

"I....like that."

He gestures loosely to her blushing features now before returning to his original course, heading now for his hammock bed, moving to vault up and into it, bed swaying momentarily as he lays back within it, enjoying this momentary peace away from Syn and it's music.

"You have to....sleep with me...that is....what I want. Right now."

Dark eyes move to find her own now, resting against her features, assured she will not break her promise, the boy seeming to desire her presence beside him tonight, or for as long as it takes his vampire minders to find him again.


Tobi
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