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
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
Now...where were we? (Serafina)
Posted on August 03, 2014 by Ivan
On our way to that charming hole in the wall I took my new friend on a detour to my apartment. Nothing nefarious mind you but it would be rather awkward for me to drag a giant telescope into a bar for the untold remainder of the evening. I led Serafina through the warehouse district past abandoned buildings and questionable places of business (at least one of which was actually a fairly superb delicatessen) to the apartment block where my sizable and cheap studio sits. I don't mind the bad neighborhood or the crappy apartment, it's simple and works for me. If my place were full of things I don't know what I'd do with them, just give me a bed and a work table and I'm right at home. We ascend up the flights of bare-faced metal stairs, my ascension probably seeming rather stiff, slow or otherwise clunky, and trek along the concrete hallway until we reach the red aluminum door with a big "10" spray-painted on it with one of those big industrial stencils. "Well, here we are: home sweet home. It's not much but it does fine by me - now to just toss this inside and we can be off!" I hump the box into position on my hip so I can have an arm free to fish for me keys...Maybe I put them in *that* pocket. /This/ one? My eyes narrow and lips purse as I take a step back from the door, contemplating it momentarily and dropping the box back into both my arms. "It seems...I forgot my key in my hurry to make it to the park tonight." I proclaim nonchalantly as I raise my leg and slam it deliberately into the troublesome barrier, dragging my foot along the door until an audible *click* is heard at which point I force the door open with my foot, meeting plenty of resistance from a pile of something that had undoubtedly fallen over in my absence and revealing a deathly black interior. "SPASIBO! I knew that'd come in handy one day." I proclaim relievedly as the sound of scraps and parts clanging together emanates from the void and another box of things falls over and a random gasket walks its way into the light in front of the door, stopped by the threshold. "Ignore that!" I exclaim quickly, kicking it back inside unceremoniously. "I'll just put this away and then we can get going!" I announce joyfully, donning a genuine and excited grin.
P.S. It's good to be back!
-Kirk
Replies
- fading into oblivion - By serafina dubois on August 12, 2014 at 12:12 AM