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

The only time we really talk, is when our clothes are falling off. (Bubbles)


Posted on July 06, 2014 by Katrina May Summers
West
The only time we really talk is when are clothes are coming off.


Katrina had arrived at Syn a few hours earlier and was now in the fully swing of things. The bar was buzzing with people meeting and going about there fun, not caring to notice the small were leaning on the speakers that were playing music for people to dance too. Smirking as she watched people walk right by her in the shadows picking out her fun for the night from a far. Her purple corset dress was wrapped tightly around her as her long blonde locks falling down her back , her amber eyes scanning the room.

Not a single soul has walked in that was capable of handling the little fire cracker. With a soft sigh the were pushed herself from the speaker and slowly making her way over to the bar very well knowing she was turning heads on her way, this caused a small smile to creep its way onto her lips as she ordered a few shots and turned around now leaning on the bar watching as men practically undressed her with there eyes and this caused her own eye to roll. Most men here had come with a women, and even tho she wanted some fun she was not willing to rip a man from another women. She was a bitch but was not cruel.

Turning around at the sound of her shots being put down behind her she smirked and turned pulling out money from her bra and handing it to the man sending him a flirtatious wink before downing the 4 shots of alcohol letting out a small sound that could have been mistaken for a soft moan.

" Speech "


Katrina May Summers
Stats goes here....
I like us better when were wasted

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