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
Maybe I'm a Different Breed
Posted on June 30, 2014 by Lucian D'manaco
SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME Maybe You're Better Of This Way... She grows more uncomfortable with each passing moment, becoming rigid under my imploring eyes. Eyes that narrow, when she shakes her head, unwilling to see the reasoning behind my words. So that is her fear then, that she cannot remember herself, and cannot control herself when she turns feral. "Then we should start taking precautions for when it happens again Raven. Safeguards, to prevent you from hurting yourself or others... and not that kind that comes with Iron Bars." When I reach out to her, she flashes her teeth, the smallest of growls being uttered in warning. It would have almost been cute, if it had not been under such serious conditions, and as she jerks away I withdraw. She sits up, her spine as straight as an arrow... but at least she does meet my gaze then. I search her eyes, reaching out to her... letting her see I meant no ill-will towards her. My own full of sympathy and contrition. She tells me that Life isn't fair, as if I hadn't already learned that lesson in my Life, and then goes on to inform me that her day of reckoning has already come to pass. I see the demons in the peripheries of her eyes, the darkness of nightmarish memories scoring into her with a pain as vivid as the scars on her face. "Is that so?" I ask brusquely. "Can you garauntee you'll know when it will occur again? What will you do if you can't foresee the next episode Raven? Will you be able to live with yourself if you were to endanger anyone else in your life? What if the next time it is your fox friend, Alexis? Or Tobias?" My face became it's more calloused, hard-edged facade once again. "I plan to start a pack soon, Raven. You are my employee, and whether you know it or not, my friend. You sleep in my warehouse and are close friends with Tobias. As such, it is my duty to protect you, even from yourself, even if you are not pack. But I will not allow you to pose a danger to my pack-mates either. I will do whatever I must to protect them..." There is a grim undercurrent to the words. An oath, no matter what the cost might be. I did not care for my own safety, whatever hellbent rage or demons Raven had locked inside her. I would not care if she were to strip the layer of my flesh from my hide one tiny morsel at a time. I did not want to think of how far I would go to protect those of my pack, or what that might mean if Raven ever posed a danger to them. I can only hope I can stand as a buffer between her worst fears and those that would be her victims when the time came... and pray I can stop her without having to do her harm in return. There is a screech of steel on concrete as she pushes her chair back, setting her tea down resolutely. She smiles, but the action never reaches her eyes. My own expression remains stoic and unreadable as she thanks me and turns to leave. "Tell me Raven. If you ever feel it coming on... or feel scared... or out of control... I need you to tell me, for all our sakes. And I will help as best I can." And I left it at that. Let her flee, let her calm down, and perhaps she might think more on what I've said today. Perhaps.  |