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
:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::
Posted on June 30, 2014 by Tobias
 He simply moves to watch her as she heads for the sink, bowl and cloth in hand, the boy content to see the water poured away and down the drain, dark eyes watching it's death with glee before he moves to peer beneath that shaggy, damp mane and towards the woman once more as she asks what it is he desires to learn. For a moment he continues to regard her, seemingly lost within his own thoughts for a moment before a look of assurance seems to touch his features, head nodded suddenly and with clear delight. "I want to....use the...time counter you gave...me." It is not exactly the simple task it would seem. Hs inability to read let alone write or count assuring such a task is not nearly so easily performed, white teeth flashed towards her as he grins and she continues to pack away the objects that had seen the woman get bitten, the boy oblivious perhaps, to her belief within his capabilities in regards to learning, unaware his ability to follow a tune displays some form of capability to learn, if only though the shamelessly mimicry he often performs in some effort to be like those around him. He understands, perhaps, that he is not as....others, that he is different in some regard, even if he cannot understand how, having learned so long ago to copy others in some effort to blend more easily into the world around him, so long having been spent within his human form assuring him an inability in some manner, to associate with the humans around him, though indeed he is trying, of only slowly. He moves then to turn away from the woman, to hoist himself up and into his hammock before demanding Birdie do the same, a small grin of satisfaction tracing his features as the woman does as she is told, grasping her blanket before climbing in beside him, her warmth seeming to lull him into a momentary state of calm. She does not smell as Naddy, does not hold the comforting scent of pack and yet for now, is this bare shred of borrowed time he has before he must return to Syn he is content perhaps, to take what he can get, resting easily beside the curly haired woman, a yawn of sorts on his lips before she speaks and his head tilts once more, frowning readily now at her question. "Not attack...sleeping!" There is a clear command to his words once more, clearly determined to correct the silly girl, oblivious as to why she believes he desires to attack her, another snort of sorts released within the darkness before that long, lean frame stretches outward, rolling over until his back is towards her, not yet willing to curl himself about her as he does with pack, finding that his own sleep comes quickly in this rare moment away from the danger of Syn and the vampire woman. The goodnight the girl offers met with little more than a typical male grunt of sorts before he rolls into his own sleep. It is however, to be a shot-lived experience, the boy jerked into wakefulness some three or so hours later within the early hours of the morning, instinct readily alert in these moments as he sits hurriedly upward. It is simply a facet of his nature, of his instinct and ability that alerts him to the coming approach of his 'minders' the loyal vampires of Risqué having finally seemed to search for him as a growl rumbles within his chest. They are...some ways off still, his ability allowing him such advanced warning and yet he moves to detangle himself from hammock and blankets all the same. He is soft, silent in these moments, dark eyes flickered towards the curly haired woman, assuring himself she is still asleep in these moments as he pads barefoot to the kitchen- though it is hardly food he searches for now, eyes narrowed slightly as he begins to rummage within cupboards and draws, pulling free his stash of paper and coloured crayons, spreading them out abruptly across the floor before proceeding to grasp his favoured blue crayon, kneeling upon the kitchen tiles before beginning to work diligently, colouring busily before selecting the red and yellow crayon in turn, continuing to work for another half hour or so before he senses assure him the vampires are closer still. His coloured piece of paper is hurriedly grasped, clutched in his hands with child-like delight as he hurries back upstairs and towards the landing, Birdie sleeping still within his hammock as he moves to place the piece of paper beside her in the place he has occupied, the girl sure to find it in the morning, to see the drawing he has made for her, the picture displaying a stick figure of sorts, with wild curly hair and a triangle for a body, though the girl has surely never worn a dress, the stick-figure Birdie holding what appears to be a suspicious looking bowl and rag, Tobias evidently possessing of something akin to humour, smiling within the darkness before he silently moves to slip out of the window. He lands lightly upon the earth, pressing back into the shadows of the warehouse, the shapes of at least two vampires visible against the weak moonlight, skulking closer and closer still to the warehouse and the sleeping she-wolf he...protects. Form shifts and rolls the leopard rapidly replacing the boy, a snarl ripped free of his lips as those shadows instantly turn towards himself, form twisting as he leaps into the darkness now, heading rapidly back towards Syn, determined not to allow them the satisfaction of dragging him back and to scotch this night, leading them rapidly away from the sleeping Birdie and into the darkness, though whether he protects her, or Lucian's store itself, cannot truly be said. |