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
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
under the knife
Posted on July 16, 2020 by Devann Hayes
Devann needed to get away, that seemed to be her excuse for everything these days, but if someone could see into her mind, they would see why she so often needed to get away. It made connecting with people difficult, but so did her gift. She wasn't so sure if it really was a gift or if it was a prison sentence that some higher power thought she could handle. Either way, she was stuck with it and there was no way for her to escape what it did to her. This was a new city though, and this time she was going to try her hardest to keep her distance from people, at least that was the goal. The girl had taken precautions, it had to be done especially if she wanted to survive. Rent needed to be paid, especially since it was growing stressfully close to the due date.
As Devann wandered through the somewhat shady west side of town, she made sure to keep her eyes open for any help needed signs in shop windows. She was losing hope when she spotted a bookstore that somehow stood out to her, maybe it was the store name West Side Stories. It didn't have a sign in the window, but she had always loved getting lost in a good book, so she figured she would go in and try her luck in asking if they were looking for any extra help. A deep breath was drawn in as she crossed her glove covered fingers and sent up a quick wish to whatever was listening before pushing the door open.
The smell of books hit her, it was a pleasant smell, one of the things that brought her comfort. Before heading directly to the counter, she decided to explore the shelves for a few moments. Fingers drifted over the spines of books, a small smile touching her lips as she pushed her bright pink hair over her shoulder. After a few minutes, she finally made her way to the front counter and looked around for any sign of another person who could answer her question.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
She knew it was a stupid question, the door wouldn't have been unlocked if there was no one else here. At least she made her presence known, that was the main purpose of speaking anyway. Her tongue brushed over her lower lip before she nervously bit down on it as her fingers tapped on the solid wood counter.
Replies
- books are a uniquely portable magic - By Piper Aldersley on July 16, 2020 at 8:38 PM