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

Ashes to ashes we all fall down


Posted on July 28, 2014 by Anna-Marie Belrose
West

Anna-Marie Belrose


To argue with a boy who was seemingly fractured would never be in one's best interest as it would be a constant back and forth. Someone who didn't understand enough would not know if they were ever wrong; Anna recognized this in Tobias and for that reason abandoned the topic of pack. It would have done her no good to try and explain to him how packs can become split and she didn't have the patience for it either. Her lip twitched in a sneer at him daring to command her to stop, disliking as any child would being told what to do, though she kept her hands down and fingers still from manipulating his body. While Anna ceased from her manipulation she still refused to back away as he pressed into her personal space, her own hard crystal gaze glaring back at him. She wasn't necessarily a dominant creature as she was just a stubborn child.

"If vampires took your mother then Naddy is right. She is dead." Vampires in Anna's experience never took a person, be it mundane or supernatural, without killing it after a while. Even her own daywalkers she culled eventually, getting too old or too boring to be of any use to her anymore. The death of one or even a handful that she killed seemed hardly enough to throw a fit about compared to the thousands the humans killed in their wars with the proclamation of bringing peace and justice. Anna could clearly see the delight in Tobias over her storytelling and offer of a game. They could get along just fine. Anna grinned back as he seated himself before her like an obedient pet. "We will play a game...with the others." She despised the club and what it stood for, the sin that it spread and permeated everything it touched. It would also, she figured, bring more business to her dear Ceara's bar if they had no where else to get a drink. Once there it would be Ceara's job to control their behavior of course.

Anna motioned for Tobias to follow her, letting him do so on his own instead of using her manipulation to drag him after her as she followed the path they took back into the bowels of Syn. She stuck to the shadows, her gaze drifting over the bodies in selection of a perfect target, watching the lights strobe and bodies undulate...some a bit more drunkenly than others. "Lets see...who wins. I bet on the man with the black shirt." Her fingers twitched as she grabbed the essence of a man she and lurched his body into the man with the black shirt as if he had simply run into him. This caused the man who had been run into to turn around in anger, shoving the other, thus creating a domino effect as each only angered the other with insults and throws building into a fight. "Who should be next?" Anna giggled in delight, glancing back at Tobias to see if he wanted a turn to pick which ones next. She didn't know he had the power to create chaos but obviously her game was to bet on fights for who would win...and watch the catastrophe they created in the bar.


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