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

brought a knife to a gun fight


Posted on March 03, 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.



Samantha could hardly fault the white-haired woman for refusing her help with walking. Sam had hardly been a good friend to the woman in the past two years. She'd taken off without warning and showed up in quite the same manner. Anyone would be apprehensive given the circumstances. Still, Samantha remained close to Vhalla and prepared to help should there be any reason that the witch couldn't make it to her home. The walk was slow and steady, and Sam's anxiety seemed to build with every step. She'd never been overly good with drunk people, particularly ones that had a tendency for violence when they were sober. For all she knew, Vhalla would deck her. And she could hardly fault her if she did.

The final push up the stairs and into the apartment had Samantha mildly annoyed at the drunken, shouting woman. Samantha was sure that her neighbors would come out at any moment to give her a piece of her mind, and forcibly, Sam pushed Vhalla into the apartment and onto the couch. She had to get Vhalla at least partially sober if she wanted any attempt at a conversation with her, and it was that that had her going to the kitchen to fetch coffee for the drunken woman. As she waited for the pot to drip, Samantha placed her hands on the counter in an attempt to steady herself. These reunions were harder than she expected them to be. Admittedly, she'd never anticipated that it would be so emotionally draining. She didn't expect to be able to waltz into people's lives once more, but she didn't expect that she would feel so vulnerable during all of them.

She was barely put back together when she pressed the coffee mug into Vhalla's hand, waving off her protest that it wasn't alcohol. "I never actually promised you any," She said gently as she sat on the couch beside her. She watched silently as the witch drank from the mug, trying not to feel the emotions that came from the woman beside her. It was only when she finally spoke that Samantha's blue eyes lifted once more, accepting the question of why she left, and the guilt that accompanied that she hadn't said goodbye. Samantha knew well that she had hurt so many people in her departure, but hearing such raw emotion from the witch hurt her the most. Vhalla so rarely outwardly showed her emotions.

"I... I was very, very broken," Samantha said gently, pausing for a moment to take a long drink of her coffee if only to give herself a chance to gather her thoughts. She hated that she had hurt Vhalla, even unintentionally. She had always been so good to her. Had tried so hard to protect her. And she'd vanished without a trace. "After Aiden died, I just... I realized how much I had been fooled. I trusted Frost blindly. I didn't listen to you, even when you told me my makers weren't in the city. I felt stupid and weak and naive. And I was grieving." She sighed and looked down.

"If I'd have said goodbye, no one would have let me leave. But I just took off. I needed to figure out how to be fae. How to protect myself. And I can," She assured her. "I still took a piece of you with me though." She got up then, grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair. She pulled the dagger out of the inner pocket, placing it on the coffee table as she sat back down. "I kept it with me always so that I was protected. I had... to use it a few times."

this is why we can't have nice things


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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