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

Those rhymes you kicked were garbage son, you're hardly a contender


Posted on April 06, 2020 by Ryuji Hiroto
West

Ryuji Hiroto

"Everything goes exactly how I predicted it, though minutiae is different, I nailed the gist of it" -Uyama Hiroto


Ryuji's eyes glossed over as he stared at his phone screen, trying to remember a certain word that lingered on the tip of his tongue, to complete the rhyme for the last section of his lyrics. One could tell he was completely enveloped in his own world as his brows furrowed and he continued to bite his bottom lip in habit as he inhaled his cigarette. "Not all fall from grace, for us we have to set-...have to...set.." Ryu mumbles to himself, trying to come up with the best way to complete the rhyme. There is a sudden, "Hey you!" bellowed in his direction as he feels a warm liquid crawl across his lap. Getting up suddenly, he looks down and smells the intrusive fruity cocktail he was now wearing.

It was a good day to wear black jeans he thought to himself. However, you could still notice the splattered drink across his pants. Glancing up, he sees a pink fluffy haired woman suddenly standing up looking as though she was ready to pounce into action. "Oh my god- I am so sorry!" he heard the vibrant haired gal wince as there was a sudden blush that flared up across her cheeks. She asked Ryuji if she could get him a towel and proceeded to apologize again. Grabbing the napkin that was holding his drink, he tried to soak up as much as he could. "It's aight," he stated still tending to dry his pants. "It happens," he added. He would have been less forgiving if the gal was drunk however, this woman seemed sober. He couldn't help to be a bit annoyed though, as it was one of the very few of his outfits that he used solely to perform. Also, he was sure that out of anyone at the bar, the first plastered woman that tried earlier to desperately talk to him would have been the one to spill a drink.

He notices the fit pink haired woman extend a bar towel towards him then proceed to turn to the light-haired poised woman beside her asking if she was okay. He leans towards both women and places the bar towel between the two. "here, looks like you guys might need it more than I." As he goes to return to his seat, shivers crawl down his back as he notices the sloppy drunk, he dismissed earlier now making eye contact with him and started getting up from her bar chair. In order to avoid dealing with the lady again, he decided to engage with the two women. Eyeing them he stated, "So, you both don't look like the typical sort of people for this kind of music. What brings you here?" He can't help but show relief as the drunk woman looks disheartened by him leaning towards the two women and plops back down, nearly missing the barstool, she pouts into her empty beer glass.


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