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

oh I get it, you're trying to make me laugh


Posted on February 11, 2018 by kathryn murphy
West
Kathryn Quinn
I bet on me and my own heartbeat


Sure, there were...instances that have occurred in Kathryn's life that she has never been able to fully explain why or how they had happened. Like the time at the beach, when she had been stung by a jellyfish and a wicked windstorm had thrown sand all around her and her grandparents. She couldn't even really truly explain to anyone how she was able to so effortlessly flip through the air when performing stunts on her cheer team. Her teammates would stare at her as Kathryn performed new acrobatic tricks her coaches would teach, without so much as a stumble or a hiccup, even learning it for the first time. They would pester her with how she knew how to do those moves before the rest of them did and Kathryn would simply shrug her shoulders and smile. They would laugh and say how hilarious it was that Kathryn, who could barely walk on two feet, was the best tumbler on the team. Once, when she had been younger, Kathryn had attempted to explain it, she had said how the air moved under and around her just right to cradle her, that the air around her would never let her fall. Her teammates had laughed and scoffed at the idea, so Kathryn gave up explaining, but still, that thought and feeling always hinged at the back of her mind.

Her teeth grind within the confines of her mouth. This guy...this vampire was so pompous in his attitude. What could make someone that cocky? Still, he could have killed her in the blink of an eye, and he hasn't...yet she has to keep reminding herself.

As she hastily releases her grip on him after the slamming door had given her quite a fright, she makes the disgusted and annoyed expression on her face more apparent. As he comments about how irresistible she is, Kathryn makes a motion like she is going to be sick, covering her mouth with her delicate hand. "Don't do that, you almost made me throw up," she says, her bright blue eyes narrowing as his arrogance. Despite however exhausting his personality was, Kathryn couldn't quite help but notice that even though he was a vampire, he may not actually be a bad sort of guy. But, the witch doesn't let herself think about that, preferring instead to just be irritated with him. Besides, it wasn't like they were going to be friends after this anyway.

Kathryn sits there in this strange room as Damon finished chaining up the unconscious man. But as she sits there, watching with those frosty blue eyes, beneath dark lashes, the unconscious man in unconscious no more. Her eyes widen slightly as she attempts to anticipate what is going to happen next. And suddenly there is spitting and 'fuck you,' and talks of councils. Kathryn regrets coming, she had never been apart of anything quite like this and she feels her stomach churn with nerves and fear.

And then his eyes land on hers, and Kathryn wants to fall inside herself and disappear, but, seeing as that is impossible (though even this she doubts, given she hadn't believed in vampires until this very evening.) Her breath quickens as he begins to speak to her, and Kat finds herself unable to maintain eye contact with him, unsure of what he was saying, until he says 'own kind.' This makes the little witch's eyes snap directly to his. And she wants to know what he means, what else he was going to say, Kathryn wants to ask him why he would lump the two of them togehter, but Damon is speaking again, and by the looks of him, Kathryn doesn't really want to interrupt the vampire.

Coven. THe word catches her, that was the word usually used in reference to witches, and I mean, if there were vampires, wasn't it possible that there too were witches. And then they are yelling, both the men are, and Kathryn feels her heart race again, she closes her eyes, hiding blue beneath eyelids, she needs to steady herself, to calm down and figure out a way out of here and how to get back home. But then the panic sets in. A previously nonexistent wind picks up and thrashes about the small chamber, whipping around her dark locks, increasing in speed. Kathryn moves closer to Damon. "What is going on?" She asks, her voice rising over the impossible wind swirling in the room. And then she turns her gaze to his, burrowing her frosted blues into his own. "Tell me."

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