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

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Posted on December 17, 2019 by henry tudor
West



He wasn't getting out of bed. True. But he was a grown ass man who didn't need another grown ass man to tell him what he could or couldn't do. If he wanted to stay in bed until the day he died, he would stay in bed until the day he died. He was already irritated with life, but this stunt that Tetradore had pulled did nothing but infuriate the man. "Why do you care if I stay in bed...or if I smell. It's none of your business." His voice was short, cold, filled with irritation and hatred of life. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into his bed and sleep for the rest of eternity. But thanks to Tet, he would have to wait at least a couple of hours for his comforter to dry in the dryer.

He proceeded to dry off and find some clothing to wear. He settled on boxers and a t-shirt, hardly willing to put any effort into his wardrobe today. In no time, he would be back beneath his sheets. Eyes looked down at the puppy that had followed Tet into the room. He looked back to Tet, his eyebrow raised. "When did you get a dog...a dog of all creatures." Wouldn't a house cat be more their thing since it was at least the same species? He shrugged off the answer, not really caring who's dog it was or why it was in his room. So long as it didn't piss all over his stuff, he didn't care what it did.

Eyes rested on Tet as he retorted on his comment about the fact that he didn't want to be social today. It was true that he didn't want to be social yesterday, last week, or the week before that. His life had gone to shit. No one could make him feel better or worse at this point...so why care? "Raven's shit advice is what made me lose the one person I loved more than anything in this world...even life itself. So pardon me if I don't feel like living or being social." His voice was short, his temper fuming. Nothing seemed to make him feel better. He wanted to kill Raven. Perhaps him staying in his room kept him from unleashing his anger on Raven herself. After all, she had only given advice which made sense. If he was truly honest with himself, he should have told Sterling a long time ago - perhaps he would have avoided this whole fucking mess.

However, Tetradore seemed to want to force his hand and take him off this cargo ship today. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay right where he was. "I'm not leaving this room." If Tetradore intended on getting Henry off this ship, he might have to use a little more force than simply telling him to get dressed.




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