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
Contrary to its rather sordid reputation, the Ark had been good for her. Yes, it was often dark and the things that happened in the background were more than likely not innocent, but for her it had become a haven of sorts. Losing herself not only in the tending of the bar before doors opened to the public, but even after once the place was filled to the brim and she was running from one end to the other until close hours later. She could charm even the most hardened heart that sat at the bar, an inherent gift that in the past yes she had used for her own devices, but it came in handy here as well. Marks were still marks after all, even if she had no intention of doing anything beyond making sure they were happy to leave her a tip when they left.
It was good work, and she was thankful for it, even more so to Raven who had helped her secure it. She had gotten to know the woman over the last few months and was surprised to find a friend alongside a coworker, and to be honest everyone she worked with had been welcoming. Of course Raven was the only one who knew her past, but it still made the place feel a bit like home.
She hurried around behind the bar, stocking things that had run low the night before. Cocktail napkins in their holders, straws refilled, coasters, barnuts, and all the accoutrements that were paired with the drinks. She had come in early to see to it all, honestly it was one of her favorite parts of the day that calm before the storm. These early hours of the afternoon were so quiet, the room holding such a different atmosphere with the lights on and no din to drown out the soft music she had playing overhead. And she was often alone until a little closer to open when the others would come in to help, it was her time to just zone in and focus on tasks that required little mental acuity. Things she could easily get lost in.
Humming softly to herself she moved with a methodical kind of grace that only came from repeating tasks over and over, most she did without even thinking as she flipped the damp rag over her shoulder once more. Lost in the menial tasks and the tune she hummed loosely she didn't notice Tetradore's approach until his voice softy called her name.
Letting out a shaky laugh she spread her hands out on the bar and shook her head, shooting him a bemused look.
Which was likely for the best as ever since their first meeting she had silently been dreading running into him again. He had made his concern all too clear when she had originally been hired, perhaps for good reason, and she wasn't sure if his opinion had changed over the last few months.
Her gaze pulled back to him as he questioned how she was liking things here. The normalcy of the whole situation was still a little baffling to the girl as she ran a hand through her hair which was messily pulled back at the base of her neck as always.