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
The easily solved problems that came with her job were no doubt what she enjoyed most about it. Things were often too complicated, her recent past included, and the simple straightforward solutions to the issues that arose during her shifts were almost relaxing. Something was low or empty, refill it. Something was dirty, clean it. Someone was getting too rowdy, charm them or toss them at last resort. Easy, clean, black and white. Coming from a world which had been morally grey there was something almost relaxing about it; an odd thought indeed inside what was likely the rowdiest place in Sacrosanct especially on nights such as this. She was glad to see Raven arrive, even if it was just to playfully chide her about her paranoia regarding their boss, though she had come to learn he was much more than just a boss to her.
She nodded gently in acknowledgement and acceptance of Raven's reassurance. Time she was willing to give, thankful to repay the debt she was in to both the wolf and the Ark for giving her a chance. A chance at more than they knew. Still there was business to attend to and they were all eager and on edge for the night's festivities. She turned after posing her question, hands settled on her hips as she contemplated the liquors that lined the bar's rear shelves noting which would need to be refilled before the doors opened. She angled herself slightly as Raven replied, enough to see her out of her peripheral and nod in agreement.
Due to her position she missed Raven's hand motion, only catching the box's movement out of the corner of her eye. She started slightly, turning at Raven's voice mentioning which box she could bring up. Sacro's inhabitants always came with a grab bag of different abilities, and while telekinesis wasn't particularly outrageous it was always a surprise to witness. You never knew what abilities someone you met might have, it made a person cautious. Swallowing her surprise the slender girl bent down to pick up the other box, hefting its weight and making her way towards the stairs. She took the steps slowly enough to ensure she didn't accidentally drop one, her hazel eyes lifting up to where Raven waited patiently at her question.
Her brows furrowed slightly at it, a mixture of her concentration on the steps and how best to answer why she had come here of all places. There were many reasons of course, but she wasn't sure which she wanted to reveal to her new friend. Despite being nothing but kind and welcome, Raven was still relatively new in Carolina's life and as such there was still a bit of caution when it came to more delicate matters. Stepping up on the platform beside the curly haired woman she rolled her shoulders lightly.