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

you could buy your own bodyguard if you're really that scared


Posted on July 08, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


He seemed amused by her take on French people and how they compare to house cats. At his comment about not telling them, she snorted and shook her head. "Too late. I tell house cats all the time I'm going to eat them....right before I do." Her eyes glittering teasingly. When she told him to say something in French, he wrinkled his nose and said he wasn't very good at it. She pouted. "Aw, so you won't even give it a try? Friends don't keep mutilated French words to themselves. Come on." She waited expectantly, making her eyes big like she'd seen puppies and kittens do in cartoons to make kids feel bad and take them home. Surely it would warm his heart enough to make him try some French. When she declared that he was French, he shook his head and said that he was adopted, that he was actually Spanish. Her eyes widened. "Even better! I've heard Spanish is the dirty language. Say something. I want to guess what you're saying." She grinned, all too happy with this game of different languages. She barely knew English so why not?

She kept it in mind that Nadya can speak Spanish too. Maybe she'd get her to say something in Spanish later at the house. That could be fun. Then she asked about Tobias, if he was like Tetradore but with spots. He agreed that they were both cats but that they hunt and are built differently. She smirked. "I bet he doesn't do the whole brooding thing as good as you either. Well, I'm happy for him and Raven. If anyone can keep up with a Were that goes feral and can get as big as a bear, then more power to him. She barely lets me near her when she's like that so I don't envy his predicament." She shrugged, letting the conversation turn to what she'd been up to. She could tell Tetradore had misgivings about Henry meeting Frost and she could understand his protective nature over his pack member and vector, but finally he agreed to the meeting before asking after the new Were she'd run into in a club of all places, Ashton. Tetradore grew quiet once more as she asked about him again. He didn't like talking about himself but Malia wouldn't give up. She'd just have to find a new route to get him to talk.

When he brought up a new Were he'd met, Mira, though, her interest was perked. He seemed to think they should meet, saying that Mira needed some friends. Malia smiled. "So can you help make this meet happen or do I have to hunt her down myself? Got anything of hers I can sniff?" She grinned, her eyes twinkling teasingly. She could tell he was interested in this car show though. Just the way his eyes lit up when he talked about it. She pouted in disappointment when he said there was no battles or even a race to keep her interest, that they merely let you look at the cars but you can't even have one. He said him or her wouldn't be able get a car like that and she snorted. "I bet we could steal one just as easily as we're going to steal this painting. Finder's keepers, right? Want me to scope out the car show with you? We can pick out our favorite ones and decide which would win a race. Though obviously my picks would."

She looked around the neighborhood they were in, curious of the people that lived there. He said he didn't think they did the same things, mentioning partying and shopping. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of handing people with annoying scanner things money or a card and watching them put it in that weird box thing with buttons. The whole paying for things you get thing still bothered her. "Ugh, shopping sucks. I just like getting things." She glanced back at him, suddenly thinking of something. "But you own a whole boat. Surely you have money. So tell me, do you like shopping and partying or do you play the lower class card just to hang out with fun people like me?"



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