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 April 28, 2021 by Katarina Foster
West


Kohl's utter look of disappointment when she told him that Viktor was immortal was almost enough to break her heart. She thought he would have guessed that already but he was always the optimist. They moved out the bathroom and made plans to get some stuff and get back to the hotel. It would be a lie to say she wasn't at least a little concerned about Kohl being able to do the mundane tasks of shopping for clothes and stuff. He probably had his own personal shopper or something like that. Rich folk problems. She nodded in agreement as he headed to the car, unable to help the little smirk on her lips as she turned her head just enough to see him get in over her shoulder. He was just too adorable in that little car. Made her want to take a picture.

Heaving a sigh, she told herself to focus as she walked toward the grocery store, wanting to get the stuff they needed and get back as soon as possible. The less time out in the open, the better. Viktor would have eyes everywhere. Wondering how Kohl made out, she made her way back to the hotel and started putting things away when he came through the door. His words about a shirt made her laugh as she came over to take it out of the bag and hold it up against her chest. "How does it look? Does it match my eyes?" She batted her lashes teasingly before noting his own gaze going to her bags. She could see already he was going to be a handful, asking about the microwave dinners before he noticed the hair dye. She shrugged.

"How do you think I'd look as a blonde?" She knew Viktor would still know it was her if he got close enough but the disguises were more for his goons. They were total airheads in her opinion and would probably look right past her if she wore glasses, but she wanted the disguises to be convincing enough. She'd been on the run from Viktor long enough to know the shortcuts to throw off his lackeys. Grabbing two box dinners, she sighed as she tore the boxes open and threw the first one in the microwave. "I'm going to educate you on proper trash nutrition. It's got all the vitamins and minerals you'll ever need....and plenty you don't." Smirking to herself, she pulled it out when the microwave dinged and pulled off the clear cover, shoving the steaming tray under his nose.

"See? Yum." Her eyes gave her away, twinkling with glee as she waited for his reaction.


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