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
How foolish she was. Oh so foolish. Pretty having fallen asleep in the sun upon that lower deck, the young woman lying nestled atop that pile of soft ropes tucked away behind those shipping crates. How well hidden she was! Yet how good a finder Tobi was inclined to be. That lanky deviant so peering down from atop that nearest shipping crete at the sleeping woman. It had been an unusually warm day today. Most of the pack whom resided within the Ark having retreated to one of those decks in search of the sun. Tetradore and himself having taken up their favoured positions atop those cretes. The metal, after all, was prone to heating all the more within the sunlight. Those flat surfaces so very perfect for those felines to lay upon and absorb the sun as their species was want to do. Tetradore had, eventually, retired from that spot beside him to head downstairs to work on one of their cars. Tobias insisting he would join him later. The leopard unwilling to give up that heat just yet. Tobias having folded his arms behind his head before returning to sleep. Only to wake up and find Alexis sleeping atop that pile of ropes below him.
"Preeeeetty."
He peered down curiously from his makeshift perch. Lashings of dark hair falling into his equally dark eyes. The young woman hardly stirring. That sleep, it seemed, holding her entirely. For several long moments that curious deviant merely watched his pack mate. Tobias' head tilting to the side in a fashion near dog-like, as if there was something almost....fascinating about watching her sleep. Perhaps there was. Tobias so often seeming to find curiosity in those otherwise mundane activities. The boy seeming oblivious to the notion that it was not, perhaps, entirely socially acceptable to watch another sleep. It was only once the young woman failed to stir that Tobias easily swung down from that shipping crete, the boy affording his companion another glance before hurrying across that deck. His bare feet decidedly silent as he scampered down those stairs and along the hallway and into his room. It so hardly took long for the deviant to find just what he desired. Tobias snatching those supplies from underneath his bed before hurrying back along the corridor, up those stairs and out onto the deck once more.
That fathomess dark gaze found that sleeping young woman once more. Tobias creeping across that deck now with a decided snicker only to kneel down silently beside her. That black marker pen was pulled easily from his pocket, Tobias plucking off the lid to rest it beside him only to press that marker to Alexis' face. Pens, Raven had said, were for paper only. Not walls and not floors and yet he was sure she had not said they were not for people. Maybe they were for paper and people. Tobias content to decide that this was probably true. The boy perhaps not acting as a truly good Beta in that moment as he set about creating that artwork upon his companions face. Tobias drawing a rather shaky and yet (surprisingly) decent pair of glasses onto Alexis' features, along with a rather comical handlebar moustache. That deviant snickering again in clear delight before Alexis stirred once more. Tobias glancing downward as he finished that moustache to meet Alexis' open gaze. The poor woman undoubtedly.....surprised to find Tobias leaning over her.
"Pretty!"
That ready odd looking grin so found his features then. Tobias hurriedly hiding that marker pen behind his back as he lent away from the young woman, resting atop his knees then as he so attempted to appear very near....innocent. As if he had not spent that past few minutes drawing upon her face.
"I...was....watching Pretty....sleep."
Well. At least he was honest about that.
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