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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart :: (Davante)


Posted on July 13, 2014 by Tobias
West
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It is perhaps just after midday that sees the lanky deviant slinking within the shadows of the warehouses, bare feet silent upon the cracked concrete and patches of bare earth that seem to struggle to grow anything beyond weeds. The shaggy haired boy lingers further still within the darkness of the shade offered by the district he has claimed as his own, dark eyes narrowed as he pauses, assuring himself he is entirely alone- that none of Risque's daywalking vampires have followed him this far with the intention of dragging him back yet again. The air however is silent, free of any alarming scent and indeed such a discovery sees a snicker hiss from between his lips, so pleased with his clever cunning this day in having outsmarted his minders. If only for awhile. This momentary look of delight is gone near as quick as it had formed, the boys features blank once more as he proceeds to wander forward more confidently now, having stripped himself of his 'Syn-approved' clothing, having replaced the leather garments with his favourite stormy-grey jeans and a plain black singlet, feet bare as always.

There are few that call the warehouse district home and yet those that do, those that live or have chosen to set up shop upon the west side are well aware of the lanky leopard, the vast majority of them forced to pay the boy whatever rent it is he may demand each week. Food perhaps, toys, money on occasion when it is Naddy seems to need more. He has been more absent of late, thanks to Risque and her desire to lock him in doors like a kitty-pet, yet for today he is back within his own territory, the dominant Were of this area, more then one shop keeper hurriedly begging to close up as word of his momentary return spreads hurriedly across the harbour side. He hums easily to himself, a sound holding no real tune, content today to be alone though he remains so very aware of the world around him, assured of the locations of Tetra and Nadya, his pack, along with the whereabouts of Lucian and Birdie, his ability to seek and hunt assuring him of their locations as he continues to wander, humming becoming a muttering of sorts as he pauses abruptly outside what is evidently a Fish Market- one of many unfortunate business he has decided to dominate, to allow to live within his own personal territory- for a price. He merely pauses at the counter, ebony hair falling into the depths of his fathomless gaze, waiting for the man, another Were to scent him. The unfortunate fellow is near given to have a heart attack as he turns away from pouring ice into a barrel, hurriedly rushing into the back room to return with a rather sizeable Snapper, the fish passed straight into Tobi's outstretched hand. For a moment the elderly shop-keeper simply stands nervously, fingers ringing together, desperately hoping his 'rent' is acceptable, the momentary nod of satisfaction from the deranged deviant seeming him relax noticeably as Tobias remains content to simply wander off once more, fish in hand.

Lips part easily, biting into the raw flesh just as it is, animal and man parted by a line so very thin within the wild boy, the creature so utterly untamed despite the vampire woman's best efforts, her punishment only seeming to enrage him until he becomes so wildly disobedient it is far easier to lock him away then deal with him any longer. Teeth pull and tease at the white flesh, ignoring the looks he receives by more then one passer-by as he continues to consume his fish, halting abruptly outside another store. He does not...remember this one, eyes narrowed slightly, attention drawn to the pile of boxes stacked outside, a shipment of some kind waiting to be taken inside and unstacked. It is merely unfortunate perhaps, that such boxes immediately seize the young mans attention, his fish carefully placed upon the floor as he reaches to pull the first box towards himself- ripping open the lid before proceeding to rifle through the contents- oblivious to the fact that such things belong to someone. The objects within the box however, are not nearly so interesting as the box itself, the cardboard cube upended, spilling various items out and onto the concrete before the box is placed upon the earth once more, the lanky man hurriedly climbing into the box with clear delight. That animalistic part of himself, it would seem- is simply incapable of fighting this cat-like desire to sit within the box, a purr of sorts rumbling within his human throat as he makes himself comfortable within his new toy- oblivious to the fact he barely fits. Boxes after all- are wonderful things.

Tobi
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