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

sharp objects make me giddy


Posted on August 11, 2014 by Kat Foster
West

With his one track mind, I'm sure he's going over all the possibilites that he could be doing instead of this and while my body may like some of those suggestions, my mind only wants to be put to work tonight. I keep telling myself it can never happen again. I just don't know how I can keep to that promise while still training Kohl. I've even played with the thought of finding another hunter to teach him but somehow that thought is more sad than the reality. I can't see myself watching Kohl learn from someone else. First off, I don't think he would agree to it and second off, there's a part of me that doesn't want him to think I don't like his company. That would be the furthest from the truth. I know he doesn't think he needs to be strong or fast but I'm only thinking of his survival and I'd like him to think more along those lines as well sometimes. He's just so damn stubborn.

Even as we drive further into the West side of town, I can see his whole face shift with disgust. He probably wishes he'd brought a trailer load of disinfectant to dump all over the place. The thought in itself is enough to coax a smirk to my lips as I look out the window. I'm sure he's probably thinking gangs and muggers but that's the least of his worries tonight. I'll make sure of it. He drives around for a while and I know he's looking for a parking spot. I glance over at him in mock curiosity just cause I want to see his expression. Finally he finds a spot decent enough and parks, turning to tell me that if his car is rubble when we get back, it's my fault. I furrow my brows with daring.

"Like you can't just order another one express online or whatever the hell you do."

Finally he shuts the car off and gets out. I'm about to do the same but then I see him coming around the car to the passenger side so I sit back slowly and wait. I'll never get used to him and his manners. It seems so out of character from how he is normally. As I get out, I note the way he keeps looking down and I know the sidewalk must not be perfect enough for his OCD mindset. I almost feel bad for the guy. I remember fondly the first time I saw just how bad his OCD is. I swear the guy was about to cry over a crack in the sidewalk that first day. He looks over at me as if determined not to focus on things he can't change and I give him an amused smirk, wanting him to know that I know exactly what he's doing. At his comment, I laugh.

"Then I hope you have enough to wipe the blood off your hands when you're done with your first kill."

I can just imagine him thinking about diseases and stuff but too bad for him, he'll never want the vaccines to cover it. I also remember his weakness for needles. He keeps looking at me, moving to brush his hair back from his face. I can't help but want to reach out and touch it myself but I hold back. I swear he's looking further south than usual. Should I be shaking my ass more than usual? I almost want to try it out just to see if he notices. Focus, Kat, focus. I can tell he's being sarcastic with his comment now.

"Oh, you just have to know where to look."

I reach over and pat his cheek teasingly before I turn toward a dark alley. Just as I do, he brings it up along with other options. He's always been about his options though he knows by now that I'm never going to pick the one he wants me to. I turn back to him, scowling.

"My residence has just enough furniture to suit my needs. Yours has far too much in comparison. Now, come on. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back to stop the car jacking."

I can't help but grin mockingly as I turn back around and keep walking. I throw my voice back over my shoulder, having heard him lean back.

"I didn't bring you out here to hold the car up all night. Unless you really plan on leaving little old me out here all alone...."

I sway my hips just a little to prove my point.


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