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
She wondered if perhaps she wasn't more fearful for Tetradore's life the minute she saw that gun than he was himself. All she knew was that she couldn't allow him to get shot, not on her watch. She would have blamed herself and she couldn't have that on her conscious. But the minute they teleported into an alley, he only wanted to point out how she kept telling him not to use powers. Sure, she knew that she'd been basically making up her own rules as they went along but she just shrugged it off. After all, his life may have been in danger. That trumped everything else. When she asked if he'd rather get shot, he said that it was a realistic consequence and she snorted, rolling her eyes. "Maybe if you're not quick like I am." She smirked, lifting a brow, daring him to argue. None the less, she was sure on some level he was happy enough that she hadn't allowed him to actually get shot. As he took the painting from her, she saw a subtle shift in his eyes. He seemed almost mesmerized by the painting and she tilted her head, her gaze moving from him to the painting and back again as she tried and failed to understand. What was so important about the painting? It was just wood and some paper someone had colored on, right? Yet it seemed to mean a whole lot more to him. When she teased him about owing her though, he looked up, seemingly broken from whatever trance he'd been in as he asked what she'd want in return. She scrunched up her nose as she pretended to think about it before she smiled and shrugged. "I don't know yet. Let's call it a favor for another day. I'm sure I'll think of something." She smirked and gave him a playful wink. "Guess you'd better run along and hang that up somewhere in your precious Ark. It'd better be a good spot too, very visible. I didn't save your ass for nothing." She tried to sound serious but her playful eyes told a different story. |