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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
As she had suspected patrons continued to fill the bar area at a moderate pace that would no doubt increase drastically as the hours wore on and the sun sank lower outside these steel walls. She couldn't help but wonder how some called this place their home, perhaps it was just her opinion as an outsider but she couldn't imagine living in such an iron trap. Her ramshackle apartment on the edge of town wasn't much, but it's large factory-style windows at least afforded her a view and let the sun and moonlight in. And perhaps other areas of the Ark might offer much the same, what did she know other than the area around the fighting pits dimly lit by the lights that hung above. It wasn't truly her place to wonder or care as she situated herself in front of the bar, focusing instead on her one goal tonight: land a job. This place had to be her best bet, not only did it specifically cater to her kind but the security it provided was something she couldn't help but appreciate. Amongst the crowds she would be harder to find if anyone ever came looking.
Her slender fingers ran over the cool counter of the bar top as the bartender exited back behind the bar to hopefully fulfill her request to speak with the manager, or whoever was in charge around here. She hadn't, however, exactly been expecting to see the young woman who next stepped out from that doorway carting a box of liquor that she left on the counter as her blue eyes homed in directly on her own. Her long curls and slender figure were foreign enough, but the scars that ran across her face were impossible not to notice and for Carolina not to recall that this was exactly the girl she had met within the ship once before. Unable to help herself she fidgeted nervously, pulling a strand of blonde hair that hung from her loose ponytail into her fingers and twirling it round. A nervous tic, but something she hoped would calm her a bit the last thing she wanted tonight was trouble though she doubted what Raven knew of her was enough for that. Still, perhaps it was guilt she felt even though she had never gone through with the job she had been hired for.
Gathering herself she managed a smile as Raven stopped in front of her, her hopes that she wouldn't be immediately recognized dashed instantly as the girl mentioned exactly that. It had been years ago and she had been shifted at the time so it surprised her that she was so easily identified once more, but Weres tended to have a sense of one another so perhaps she should have expected it. It had been a while since she had been around her own kind. Shifting the weight on her slender hips she released the hold on that lock of hair and extended her arm to shake the girl's hand, pink lips parting to respond
Turning, her blue-green eyes trailed up to the balcony overhead to find a dark-skinned man with a mess of tousled hair and piercing green eyes looking down at them. The same balcony she had errantly found herself on during her last visit to the Ark. The intensity of his gaze made her pause for a moment, his stance and words making it obvious that he was at least one of the persons in charge here that feeling of nervousness crept back into the edges of her mind once more. Attempting to swallow it she reached for the confidence she had once possessed and met the man's gaze as squarely as she could.
She turned her slender shoulders back to Raven, though she didn't wholly turn her back on the man overhead it was easier to concentrate if she didn't focus on him too much.