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 had noticed the way his hand strayed under his shirt before she approached and she could assume he had a weapon of some kind under there. Was it just because he knew he was being watched carefully or because he had expected trouble? He didn't smell like a Dark Hunter but that didn't mean other species didn't work for the Council, no matter how dumb that may be. She didn't believe in risking your life unless it was absolutely necessary. Did he know what he had stumbled onto or was he just following the crowds? She was curious but the first priority was to get him out of here safely. She didn't want innocent human blood in the Ark for Tetradore or any of the other pack members to find. She had noticed the patch over his eye and wondered what happened but they weren't even acquaintances yet so there was no way she was finding that out.
As she spoke, she noticed his body tense and she got ready in case she needed to dodge whatever weapon he had under his shirt. But thankfully he seemed to notice she meant no harm and she saw his hand reappear. At her words, he had the nerve to grin a little, giving his apology before saying he must have missed the signs. She scowled, one brow rising in question. She knew there were no signs of warning or anything about the Ark. It was more just humans usually got a bad feeling when they got too close, like any place teeming with the supernatural. It was like a gut feeling and most of the time, they didn't question it; they just kept walking. What made him different? She had to know if he knew about the supernatural and had come here on purpose.
Then he said he had come looking for things difficult to obtain. She immediately thought of Tetradore and his side activities with Tobias and Co. She didn't know exactly what they did in their spare time away from the Ark but she had a few guesses. "Like the black market?" She smirked. "I wouldn't say that's what this place is known for." She nudged her head toward the arena behind her as more cheers went up. "Didn't you see the ring in the middle of the floor? Pretty sure they don't trade stuff like that in there." She didn't know whether to be amused or suspicious. Was he really this ignorant or was it all just an act? He said that he should be leaving and she nodded. "Probably a good idea." She watched as he threw some money on the bar and asked if she would show him the right way out.
She tilted her head, considering. Then she shrugged. "I guess I can do that. Gotta make sure you make it out in one piece." She smirked good naturedly and nudged her head for him to follow, making her way through the crowd toward the exit. The crowd parted as they caught her scent, letting them pass. She heard him speak, giving his name as Arden. Smiling, she turned her head to speak. "I'm Alexis. Nice to meet you, Arden." She made her way toward the door, looking at a few more Were's until they moved to give them a path. As they reached it, she turned to Arden. "This should do it. Can you make it home okay from here or should I escort you?" Her lips twitched in humor.
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