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

dancing with our hands tied (nadya)


Posted on February 10, 2019 by Samantha Cassidy
West

       
       

so why'd you have to rain on my parade?


       

I'm shaking my head. I'm locking the gates.



Truly the last place within Sacrosanct that Samantha wanted to find herself was the Cat's Meow. In her best days, the Cat's Meow had been a place where she'd hid upstairs to do paperwork and attempt to run a business that felt entirely too over her head. In her worst days, it had been a emotional hellhole of catty fae women taunting her. There were few fond memories within the building, and yet... and yet Samantha knew that going there would be her first step in tracking down Nadya. For all she knew, Nadya had returned as owner once Samantha had abandoned her post as acting manager, and for that, Samantha knew that that was the location that she'd find her friend.

The burlesque club was nearly exactly as she remembered it. The energy of the room erupted that same headache of pressure in the front of the fae's scalp. Ah, how she had forgotten how much her empath ability had paralyzed her here. The few times that she had gotten on stage had always left her weak from trying to remember both the moves and process the onslaught of emotions that overtook her. It was the same now. Fae women in skimpy outfits moved their bodies on stage to the delight of the audience, and for a moment, Samantha could only stare at them. They looked like they enjoyed the movements on the stage, but Samantha knew as well as anyone how much they mocked the customers behind that stage. And yet... night after night, they got on that stage. Of all the things about Sacrosanct... she didn't miss this.

But she missed Nadya. Nadya had been the reason she'd gotten on that stage, or why she'd come here to mend costumes. It had been her loyalty to Nadya that had her stepping inside each and every night to act as manager. It was that same loyalty that propelled Samantha towards the bar. The bartender was someone Samantha didn't recognize, his emotions turning towards lust as his eyes fell on her. It took all Samantha had not to roll her eyes. "I'm looking for Nadya Tetradore, she's the owner," Samantha said firmly, offering the man no room to argue why she might need the owner of the building. What she didn't expect, however, was the way the man shook his head.

"No Nadya Tetradore here, she sold the building awhile ago. Owns a dance studio in the neighborhood. Can I get you something to drink?" She... Samantha could barely believe the words the man offered her, and she shook her head. A dance studio? It was not entirely far off of what she would have expected from Nadya, and yet her selling her beloved Cat's Meow was a hard idea to sell to the faerie as well. "No, I don't need anything." Still, if they said Nadya was no longer the owner, there was nothing left for her at the burlesque. Outside of Nadya, there were no fond memories to keep her there. Samantha turned herself around, waltzing right out of the burlesque and out onto the street.

It took some time to track down the dance studio that the bartender mentioned, but when she did, Samantha found herself standing outside for far longer than necessary. She had no idea what it would be like to see Nadya now, but knowing the history that she had with the girl, the reunion would not be simply hugs and 'welcome back's. No, Samantha expected that Nadya would be angry with her for leaving. Or angry with her for the amount of things Samantha had kept from her. But Samantha couldn't avoid her forever, and it was that alone that had her moving into the building, waiting patiently just inside the front door.

       

this is why we can't have nice things


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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