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

Ashes to ashes we all fall down || Tobi ||


Posted on July 02, 2014 by Anna-Marie Belrose
West
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There were many things throughout Anna-Marie's long immortality that she had seen and done but none bothered her quite so much as a nightclub. They were, in her opinion, the downfall of society with the cheap liquor and equally cheap women writhing against any man against the dance floor. Not to mention the blaring music that held no culture to it with strobing lights that could cause seizures with the way they danced and flashed the multitude of colors. Normally the small vampire wouldn't have even come within the same side of town as this place called Syn but she had become curious about it; what place rivaled her dear Ceara's upscale bar, and had seen a curious girl pacing on the corner for quite some time.

Sometimes about her intrigued the vampire, the girl's scent holding something extra that held her apart from just a mere human. Anna had nothing else planned for the night other than seeking a meal and exploring the city she was now calling home so what was a little detour? The young girl had a dilemma, wishing a parcel to be taken into Syn which she couldn't deliver herself. Anna wasn't keen on it but she was also in a bargaining mood. She would deliver the desired package...for a price.

Anna-Marie did stick out not just because of the appearance of her age but also the clothes that she wore. She was old-fashioned and prefered her dresses and black buckle shoes. The man that stood guard at the door checking ID's gave a hearty laugh at Anna's approach as she skipped around the line to the front. "Run along little girl, this place is for grown-ups." Anna tilted her head slightly at the man and for a moment contemplated her options. She was in no mood to actually be having to go into this despicable building so her patience was thin in the first place and being treated like a child only made it worse. The fingers on her right hand that had a doll tucked beneath it twitched, throwing the burly man aside into the wall with a dull thud. The bouncer luckily only had the wind knocked from him instead of anything broken. "I am not a little girl." Anna peeled her lips back to bare her fangs in a low growl in his direction before the twin pearly whites disappeared again and she waltzed right into the nightclub.

It was no better inside, the dense amount of bodies with scents of lust, sweat, and alcohol invading her sensitive nose. Anna wasn't quite sure how she was supposed to find the individual the young girl outside had spoken of. She had been assured that the man would find her, especially due to the rolled up paper bag Anna held in her other hand at her side containing several slabs of wrapped up seared venison meat. For now the child moved through the crowd, thoroughly irritated by the flashing lights, the undulating bodies that dared to come near her being tossed aside like ragdolls as she latched onto their essence and made herself a path.


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