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
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
Ain't life just awful strange
Posted on November 20, 2018 by Gia Jones
a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be
No words were shared between the blonde were and Buffy, and that's just how she wanted it. They looked at each other for a long moment, but then Buffy turned casually back to the two chilled glasses of warm, brown liquid waiting for her on the sticky bar top. What Buffy had done - breaking that man's nose with a quick punch - she had done for herself, not for this stranger. And as such, she had no reason to explain herself to this dainty were-woman or anyone else.
She could feel the tension beginning to ease, now that the man had vacated the bar and the strangers' stares were beginning to dissipate. She was finally feeling that long-awaited release, the one she desperately hoped would come after she staked that vampire earlier in the night. It was strange to her, that it didn't come until after she'd pummeled a sexist stranger in the face. But she paid it little attention - all that mattered was that it was here now. And for a few hours tonight, Buffy wouldn't have to be Buffy. She could turn off the noise in her head and just relax.
Her body language began to mimic how she felt inside. Her thin, but broad shoulders hunched and she let her spine curl forward, her knees jutting out to opposite ends of the bar stool. She allowed a heavy, heaving exhale to leave her lungs before she raised one of the two glasses to her lips, and walloped it down in one fell swoop. Her big, brown eyes reeled back into tight slits as she felt the familiar burn in her throat and then her stomach. She slid the empty glass across the bar top and her clammy palms clamored for the next one.
Every now and then Buffy's gaze would lock onto the dark hunter lingering in the seat over at the bar. He seemed to be wrestling with his own silent demons, given the way he was fidgeting in his chair. She wonders if he too works for the Council. It was difficult to know these days, as so many hunters seemed to just pass through Sacrosanct, picking up a job or two, before moving on to somewhere else. And Buffy had never really been much of a "team" player. She hardly knew any hunters in town anymore, outside of the ones in power that she had to communicate with. When they awkwardly lock eyes again, Buffy raises one single eyebrow in half-interest, opening the door if the fellow indeed, wants to talk. Maybe he was here, trying to pick up the blonde, and Buffy ruined his plans. If so, maybe the brow lift was meant to be more of a playful torment... It was really up to him to decide.
GIA BUFFY JONES
ooc: It feels like he's been a while without a response, so I decided to just keep this thread going. Anyone can jump in at any time. ;)