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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
To say Henry was surprised that there was a child in the kitchen was an understatement. The Ark was hardly the place for children and while there were no fights happening now, that didn't mean there wouldn't be some later. Yes, this place was definitely not fit for children. It had never occurred to Henry that there might be children here, so he had never bothered with dressing appropriately. If he had known that little Maeve would be in their kitchen, he might have just worn his "this is my fucking costume" t-shirt. That would have been far more appropriate than the costume he was currently wearing.
The little girl's shriek that he was naked had Henry chuckling. While he supposed he was naked to her, he was just thankful that he wasn't truly naked. Then again, Henry was smart enough not to walk around the Ark wearing nothing at all. Even in the privacy of Sterling's apartment, he had never gone completely naked.
The little girl introduces herself as Maeve and he smiles at her, even if she is looking away and cannot see it. "It's nice to meet you Maeve, I'm Henry." He would have extended a hand to offer her a hand-shake, but it was clear that she was trying NOT to interact with a half-dressed man, and that was alright by him.
It was then that he looked up to Tetradore, finally willing to address the man's question. He hadn't initially meant to ignore the man, but Maeve's claim that he was naked had distracted him. "Christian Grey...you know, from the movies." He hadn't read the books and he'd only seen the first movie. It really wasn't his thing. The movies, he'd concluded, were more geared towards women. Although, he had picked up a few ideas to try with Sterling...but he wasn't about to talk about that with women around, nevertheless a child. At Tetradore's suggestion, he shook his head. "I've got plans to take my boyfriend out." He had promised Sterling some Halloween fun tonight and he had every intention of delivering.
It was Tobias' comment that had his gaze turning to the man dressed strangely in a pair of boots. "Is that so, Tobias? Who looks better than myself?" Henry knew that there were many people who were perhaps more attractive then himself, but it wasn't really about who looked the most attractive. He liked his looks and Sterling did as well. That was all that really mattered to him.