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

the walls that we built from bottles and pills


Posted on July 10, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

running wild and running free

She was a touch concerned that he might not be so pleased at her answer regarding the secret he so wished to hear, the loophole she had found in his line of questioning a stroke of pure luck. Still as his dark eyes turned to meet hers again, his head tilted in an almost innocent fashion as he evaluated that answer. His reply however seemed to imply he agreed with her decision, even if he might not have been pleased with it. Naming her as secret keeper to their boss seemed a step in the right direction and she wondered if it would get back to the man and what he might think about it.

However after stating it to be so he seemed content to move on from the topic as she offered that revelation about what was her one fear, despite the irrationality of it. He seemed rather surprised, with what she could only assume was some confusion on exactly what could be so terrifying about it. Of course, she didn't expect his request that she clarify if it was the thunder from the sky that so terrified her. "Yes, like the kind that comes with the rain. I just... can't stand the sound of it." Her shoulders shrugged gently at it, no matter how hard she had tried to overcome the fear she could never shake it. So she had stopped trying, and instead just hunkered down in the darkest corner of her apartment with music blaring until it passed.

Those hidden cookies seemed like a good distraction from the topic however as she fished them out from their hiding spot under the bar. It was interesting interacting with one of her own type within their species. They were so often loaners she hadn't ever met another before him. His comment on liking her accent was a surprise though as she slid the cookies down the bar between the two, cracking it open and grabbing one for herself. She tried her best to explain why she spoke the way she did without going into too much detail, but it only seemed to further his curiosity of where exactly she came from. "Georgia, the peach state." She said it with a touch of mirth, more than might have been necessary but she wasn't fond of her past... even the more recent parts of it.

She watched as he repositioned, perhaps the temptation of those cookies enough to overcome the pleasure of lounging on the bar top. A small win, but miles to go she knew as he peered into the bag to see what it had to offer. "And what about you, Tobias? Where do you come from?" She didn't know much about her coworkers personal lives and this might be a chance to learn more about the man if he was willing. She watched as he delved into the bag, claiming his own morsel to crunch with satisfaction. After a moment he purred her name again, prompting her hazel eyes to return to him as he posed the question about who she liked best, unexpected as that was. "I like you all, of course. Though, Raven has been the most helpful with the new job." She smiled lightly, for a time not thinking she would ever be in a place to have friends at work and be so near normal.

His next question however was sudden and rather unexpected, not sure where exactly he was getting it from. She titled her head slightly as she sized him up trying to see what he was looking for but as she might have expected he was vey hard to read. "I don't dislike them, but I've maybe only ever met a handful and none of them long enough to know them, must less dislike them." She leveled him with a curious gaze. "Why do you ask? She wondered how much of an answer he would give.

-Carolina Grace.

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