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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on May 12, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
West
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

In the Were-Community everyone knew everyone, and if they didn't, then they knew someone that did. It was a good thing and a bad thing. If any new comer strolled into town and wanted to remain anonymous, they would find a hard time achieving that goal. The Were-community was a fantastic network to gather and transfer information. The Ark was not just an arena where their kind could fight one another and let out their primal needs. The steel vessel wasn't just a place where one could lose money or gain a whole lot of it. Here their kind could relax and have a fun time away from all other supernatural and non-supernatural creatures. Everyone knew about her run in with Frost and how that turned out. Everyone knew that Nadya had left their pack to join Frost's. Everyone knew that Tetradore had died, and somehow, returned to the land of the living. Although there were some things that the Were-community didn't know everything about. No one knew how Tetradore came back to life, he just did, and everyone accepted that.


The first time Raven met Carolina was when she was in her Were-snow leopard form. She was sneaking around in their private corridor. All their patrons knew it was off limits. There is a reason why there was a chain on the stairs with a sign that said 'Pack Only.' The upper part of the Ark was meant for their family. The very idea that she was lost didn't make any sense. She seemed nice, but the lupine was on high-alert. After that meeting she went on a hunt to find out just who she was and why she would be lurking about where she didn't belong. It wasn't at all that difficult to get the information that she needed. What she learned about the snow-leopard were a few little things. That she was a very good thief and that her talents could be for hire. You have an ex that constantly cheats on you? Well, she could shimmy up to the bar, get him all drunk, and when he thinks he will take her home, she robs him blind. Stealing from the rich was always the go-to. Either way whatever sort of thieving need you had Carolina was the woman to do it.


Which led to Raven pondering just why Carolina was lurking around the top part of the Ark that night. Sure they had money, after all they were a business, but it seemed a bit foolish to accept a risk like that. She didn't have to think about it too long, because she never saw the woman again until now. Staying polite she extended her hand out to shake waiting to hear what it was she had to say. Carolina was interrupted by a familiar gruff voice. With a small smile she looked up seeing Tetradore stand at the balcony. Carolina was correct. There wasn't anything wrong, but that didn't mean she did not appreciate Tetradore keeping an eye on them. After the snow-leopard explained that nothing was wrong, Raven was quick to reply in an easy unperturbed fashion.


"Last time you were here, I caught you sneaking around up in our private quarters, even when it was closed off."


Blue-grey eyes shifted to her Alpha a bit curious on how he would react to this particular piece of news. Everyone that ever came to the Ark was aware that certain places were off limits. There was a chain with a sign on the stairs that led up to their private quarters, with a sign that said 'For Pack Only.' Hearing that the woman was here for a job her head turned to look at that worn orange-lettered sign. Every time they had that sign put up the new employee hardly stayed for long. There were many reasons why a new staff member left. They didn't like the hours, because it took up most of their night. They didn't like how some of their guests could be a bit...rowdy. Sometimes they were fired, because they kept stealing money, or giving away food or alcohol to their friends! Raven was looking for someone to rely on. How could she place any trust in a hired thief? The young woman was all for giving others a second chance, but was Carolina worth receiving one? With a helpless shrug of her shoulders she sighed, as she began to grab the alcohol bottles out and place them on the counter.


"I need someone to take their money when they place their bets, and give them the correct amount of money in return should the win. I'll need you to bring our patrons their food and drinks in a timely manner. Try to keep them off from killing each other at times, because God knows we have some that will pounce on the other if they so much look at them funny. And that's just some parts of the job. I know you can be hired to be a thief, so tell me, why should I hire you?"


Even with a polite and friendly tone it was clear she was trying to cut to the chase in this interview. Looking up from her work she tilted her head to the side, waiting for an answer. Raven was willing to give the other a second chance, but she wanted to know whether or not she deserved it.


Raven Clocksworth.
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