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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on July 07, 2014 by Damon
West
OOC: Psh, mine was much worse so no worries!



I'd noticed the exotic looking woman playing with knives in the store but she was in that zone and I didn't want to discourage her from buying such a nice piece of steel. She seemed so attached to the blade, turning it over and over in her hands. I guess I could never understand since I don't believe in weapons unless I'm outnumbered or desperate. I have my own set of blades right in my mouth. None the less, I had watched as she sent the blade flying into the wall, sure that the shop owner would be makin gher pay for any damages to the building. I guess it wasn't my lucky night cause they seemed to know each other so she got off easy. I think he did up the price on the blade though just to spite her.

Dark hunters are usually too snobby for my taste. They act like they can't talk to a member of the supernatural race without sticking a knife or stake through them first. Like they don't know that they're technically supernatural too. Oh well. I don't discriminate. I can get along with just about anything from Were's to witches to other vampires, as long as they don't come off particularly bitchy or lusting for violence. Now I don't say no to a challenge or a good time but pain is only a turn on when it's mutual.

The girl steps out not long after me, turning the knife over in her hands before putting it away. I can see she's looking toward a car across the street as curses drop from her lush lips. She must not be too happy about the price but I see she paid it. As her eyes meet mine, my lips twitch, wondering what will happen next. I'm sure she knows exactly what I am so she'll either want to try out her new knife or surprise me. At her words, I can't help but smirk. Italian. I do so love women who know how to use their tongues. I meet her gaze before I reply.

"Quod est venator obscurus."
(That, it is, dark hunter)

When you've spent as many years as I have on thsi earth, you pick up quite a few languages. I slowly straighten myself off the wall and nudge my head toward the shop.

"Did you get what you wanted? You know he'd have probably marked it half price if you didn't put a hole in his wall."


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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