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

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Posted on July 13, 2014 by WILLIAM
West




LIVE UNTIL WE DIE
TURN MY SOUL INTO A RAGING FIRE



A sigh. That was the only sound that could be heard coming from the gentleman in the corner booth. His ice blue eyes seemed to stare past the people that wandered about the club. He didn't care to notice them and they barely seemed to notice him. The pounding music, the loud and slurred voices would be to much for a human, let alone the sensitive hearing of a vampire. However, none of it seemed to bother William. It appeared that after more than 500 years of being surrounded by the noise pollution of humans he had learned to block it all out. Or perhaps he was just so bound up in his own self pity to even notice the world around him.

William was bored. After five centuries of life he had little to be surprised by. He had little that could catch him off guard and to be honest he was quite missing the mystery of mortality. He would never admit that though. Humans were weaker, insignificant, and just so damn fraile. He had no desire to be anything of the sort. But really, with nothing but time on your hands, things did tend to get a little dull.

Would you like to order a drink, sir The words seemed to knock William out of his haze, cold eyes shooting up to meet the woman's eyes. He could hear her thoughts, something about kids and a family, but frankly he didn't care enough to really pay attention. He merely grinned, shaking his head. "No, I would just like to sit in peace" The woman seemed confused by this, popping her hip and tilting her head like he was some kind of mystery to her. A sigh pushed past the vampire's lips, the irritation evident on both the corners of his lips. "Well, darling, you can bring one if it eases your mind but I can assure you that I will not be drinking it." His voice was tight and left no more room for discussion.

He watched as the waitress stomped off like a teenager in a fit. He didn't even need to be able to read her mind to know that he was not her favorite customer of the night. As he watched her retreat back into the crowd he could help but wonder how delicious she might taste. She had smelled of coconut and lime, a scent that had always been an attraction to him. Perhaps he would have to find her after her shift. Perhaps she could provide him with a drink after all.




516 | VAMPIRE | NO LOVE

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