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

I keep my eyes wide open


Posted on August 29, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
West
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


She wonders what had probably gone through her grandparents minds when they had taken their dark haired granddaughter to Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Because, when Kathryn thinks back on that trip, days from now as she lies in her bed, the irony on the young witch will certainly not be lost on her. Silver blue eyes had lit up at the word around her that seemed to practically leap off the pages she had read as a little girl. And when she thinks back on this day, the young woman will no doubt smile at the humor of it all.

Her grandparents had bought their grandchild with those vibrant iced over eyes a wand, it was a wand, her grandparents had even joined in on the fun. Kathryn had been in Florida for a cheerleading competition, a lower class-men in high school, her grandad had though perhaps it might be fun to extend the trip by a few days to explore universal studios. Of course, the young witch had enthusiastically agreed and so the family vacation began. Waking up early, they arrived at the theme park and her grandad presented her with Hermione's wand (the one Kathryn seemed to adore the most) and told her it was one of the interactive ones and when she would wave it certain ways on certain objects they could interact with her. Despite the teenager that Kathryn was, she never tired of spending time with her family and so she laughed at her grandad's words and eagerly grabbed ahold of the magic wand.

The sky had been such a bright baby blue with tufts of white floating across it, while Kathryn enjoyed a day with her grandparents, just the three of them. Despite the closeness of their tiny, broken family. With all their individual activities, Kathryn with cheer, student council, and volunteering, grandad with his business, and gram with her ladies's group and her own tiny business of knitting, it left little time for them all to get together outside of the house. It was these moments the young witch had felt so happy and at home, the unspoken connection and silent understanding she shared with her grandparents, shaping her into the young woman she was today.

"Well, you probably enjoy anything with ice, have to keep that heart frozen some how," she sneers at him, but hidden in its depths is a smile. Though the witch would never say, she was beginning to enjoy this banter with the psychotic vampire, however wrong this situation really seemed to be. So deep down was this growing friendly affection towards the man that Kat had not even realized that such a seed had been planted. She was doomed to end up friends with Damon, it was written in the stars that shine above the abandoned building.

She looks over to Damon with a fierce iciness within her eyes as he decides to roll his own blue eyes at her, but she cannot help the smirk that finds her face. She thought the eye roll was her speciality move, though she supposes she ought to share. Even if it was a vampire bent on destruction. "Hey, I'm new to this whole thing, you're the one who insisted I come along with the promise you wouldn't kill the guy," she snips at him cooly.

Why did he agree to help her? Kathryn's first instinct was to assume that the vampire man had an ulterior motives for wanting to delve into her mind. She had been told when she had small that darkness hides demons, lurking in the shadows for souls just like herself, that she should always be careful with whom she instills her fragile trust. She could simply not picture Damon as a selfless being. Although, all this trouble he was going through was for the ones he loved, so maybe there was a heart inside him, even if it was marred by darkness and cruel deeds.

She thinks she can handle a memory wipe, at least this way no blood will be spilled, especially not within her presence. Despite how drastic such an action seemed to be, Kathryn reasoned within herself that this seemed to be the only viable option when it came down to it. As those bright baby blue eyes turn to Damon, she sees smile has grown from arrogant, to almost gentle it would seem, and for just the slightest of moments (for the pair had much to do this evening it would seem) Kathryn is taken aback by his attitude and her own real, genuine smile touches her lips, even if it is for a second before focus over takes the young witch. She watches him as he gives her instructions of what she should do. Inhale. Exhale. "I think so," she says, eyes darting away from the vampire for a moment. "Ill try, Damon," she says, offering him that subtle smile once more. "I just don't want anyone getting hurt, especially not your fiance, or your baby," she says, her words for the first time so genuine and true, speaking to Damon as if he were a friend...instead of homicidal maniac the witch has convinced herself he truly was.

With wide glacial blues, Kathryn watched as Damon approached the warlock. She watches as it seems like nothing is happening. The young witch even opens her mouth slightly, wanting to ask Damon when he was going to start when suddenly Kathryn is surprised and taken aback as the warlock seems to tremble in terror as a moan of agony, pain, fear, whatever it was, roll from his mouth and into the air. And then he is screaming, screaming at the vampire. Kathryn takes this as her cue and she wasn't sure how, but instincts guide her as she blasts a large gust of wind in his direction. Sweeping through the man's hair, blowing it back. The witch's muscles tense as she waits for a response, glacial depths moving to Damon, wondering if what she had done was sufficient and if the vampire would be able to continue his process.

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