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

I wanna dance with somebody (open)


Posted on August 06, 2014 by Felicity Stryker
West Reopen Thread


It had been a few days since her arrival, moving in and encountering one of the less likely of individuals to naturally cross her path anywhere else. Tobi had proven himself quite a kind and interesting acquaintance and for a good long while they talked, they learned, he ate, and eventually she was able to finish unpacking. Now she was preoccupied with other matters, namely those that involved getting out and about to learn the likes of this new town. She would have left earlier in the day yet the comfort of her apartment was too much to be ignored, deciding to read and watch a little television before finally plucking up the want to go out. Ads found in her mail provided a welcome notice to all that was available and at her disposal nearby, opting finally to eat before leaving then go check out the local club. Being one who enjoyed drinking as much as the next person she hoped they would have something in good taste, something that would loosen up the awkwardness of being a new face in the crowd.

It had taken her well over an hour to find just what she wanted to wear that night, keeping it rather simple and a tad bit risque to perhaps provoke her grand schemes and open up a little more herself. Her dress was dark, a rich midnight blue, low cut in the front and high at the skirt, inches above the knee revealing the ends of her long elaborate tattoo along the side of her left leg. The flowers and intricate curls of her ink were always enough to draw attention and only begged the question if they went higher (of course they did), a sign of rebellion she got the moment she left home despite how long it took and how painful it was in certain areas. Her heels were dark and strapped, open toed, her makeup simple and her hair up and back, her clutch white decidedly so she could find it in the event that she put it down. When at last she felt she was good to go she left the apartment with wild haste, a cab at the front in waiting, of course she would be a responsible drinker this way.

She arrived at the front of Syn when the cab slowed to a halt and allowed her exit before it took off. The breeze was welcomed that collected about her only tugging at her hair for a moment, her outfit relaxed but tight enough it wouldn't expose much without her wanting it to. Looking up she would have assumed the place was just some junkie hangout, rather dirty in appearance even in the dark of early evening. The neon lights pulled at her, beckoning her inward and at the front she paused taking it all in before providing her ID and cover charges without a second thought to it. Inside was a near opposite of the outside's ambiance, the music surging through the atmosphere and the air coiling about her was warm and smelled of varying perfumes and colognes mixed gingerly with alcohol.

She turned quickly approaching a bar, ordering a tequila sunrise to start which she took with her to a nearby lounge. Settling in she divulged in her drink watching the activity going on around her, smoothing over the tropical taste on her tongue before the final bite of tequila washed down her throat and left a reminiscent burn in its place. Leaving any sort of concern at the table she stands and approaches the floor, dancing her way in to a small open spot. Dancing alone was fine by her in that moment, self absorbed for the time being as she danced the evening away.

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