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
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Posted on February 10, 2018 by Lisé Dupont
James just always had to suck the fun right out of everything. Oh, how there he went on again, that look of utter hatred seeping out of every pore he possibly exuded. Just by the mere fact that she had met someone and was having a blast getting drunk and making snow angels. She noticed how Frost stood by the sidelines entertained by her and James' atrocious banter back and forth to one another. Even if she was in a drunken stupor, fully admiring her fantastic snow art, James shook her into a sober state when he dared to utter the words regarding her parents. "You would know best, wouldn't you," she sneered back at him, a pure look of disgust in her eyes. " How dare he speak of my parents in such light. The one day where he finds himself scared beyond belief, I will make sure I am there to feed off his fears until he draws his last breath. I don't care if it takes me too." Lisé impulsively thought as she lost her balance and fell back into the snow.
Before James could spitefully spout any more cruelty, Frost interrupted with how him and Lisé had not finished their conversation about giraffes. "Oh yes!" she chimed loudly in. "I was saying that if I was a were creature I would be a giraffe. Do you know why Jamesy?" she giggled stupidly. "Because I'm tall of course," bursting out into a sensational fit of laughter, as if her punchline was the best there was to hear. "What would you be Frost? Oh wait, I already know that." She snorted, remembering her remark on his nose. Frost had continued the conversation with a remark of letting James know, he was a lucky man to have such a woman capable in the snow. Lisé didn't care if Frost decidedly was taking a jab to sarcastically speak about her. She knew fully well she was a mess. It didn't take anyone else to tell her otherwise.
As to James's comment on how he wanted to make clear to Frost that him and Lisé were not friends she broke out into another fit of laughter. "Heaven's no, I'd never want to be friends with a mind like you in a million years. Not after people see you for the bastard you are." She shot back at him. James ignores the both and asks Lisé one final time if she is going to need a ride back. "No, I don't think so," she firmly said. "I will come home once I'm finished with my snow angels," she points her finger to the sky and nods her head. Taking another swig from her flask she turns to Frost and approaches him confidently. She leans in slowly to whisper into his ear, "The cupcake was delicious. You owe me three more." Turning on her heels, she stumbles down the path, ignorantly waving her flask as a goodbye wave.