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

and with every touch you fixed them


Posted on February 23, 2022 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West
so say you'll stay with me tonight
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Despite all the heavy lifting and beads of perspiration which were beginning to form on her forehead, Carolina was rather enjoying this afternoon. Sly made for good company, and the easy conversation they seemed to keep finding only served to put her more at ease the farther they carted the weighty box up those god-awful stairs. It didn't surprise her that the warlock had a seemingly endless stream of questions for her about the Ark and the species that predominantly called it home, to an outsider it had to be rather amazing. The Were sensed nothing but pure curiosity from the blonde companion as well, so she wasn't worried about any ulterior motives, and she was sure the delivery man hadn't expected a chatty assistant when he showed up to the job today. Perhaps that made her tongue a bit looser than it might have normally been, but Carolina had never been much for following rules.

The comment on Tetradores' position of alpha and all it entailed had her nodding readily in agreement, even as her gaze shifted past him and down the hallway in which they travelled. "Yeah he puts up with a lot, but Tetra looks after his own better than just about anyone I've seen. All of this should be a pretty good indication of what he's willing to provide for his pack. But that's what Packs are supposed to do, look out for one another." A light chuckle leaves her as they approached that office finally. "Though I'm not sure you could pay me enough to be in charge of all of them." So much of what she said was in that teasing tone, lighthearted yet always bearing that kernel of truth hidden underneath though few every really looked past the words.

Sighing in relief as they deposited that box onto the plush carpeted floor of the Alpha's office, wiping the small beads of sweat off her brow as she evaluated how much work was still before them. The appeal of just calling it a day and instead introducing Sly to her favorite area of the Ark - the bar - growing to the point that she voiced as much. Thinking of Tet walking in on the pair enjoying a drink instead of hauling the oversized desk upstairs enough to bring that playful raise to her brows and her voice. For his part Sly seemed to have no objections to the idea, the idea of Tet leaving comments about his performance afterwards coaxing a light chuckle from her once more. "Oh I'd make sure he gave you 5 stars." Stepping in to the room to survey where the desk might fit in the space once they had all the pieces up here only holding her attention until the warlock's next words had her looking back at him once more. Mouth parted slightly in surprise at the idea of what she might have cause to review, mostly due to the heavy innuendo behind those words.

After only a heartbeat her pink lips curved into smile as sly as the man it is directed to, thinking that perhaps today would be much more interesting than she had initially expected. "I guess you'll just have to wait and find out." One sculpted brow rose as she held his gaze for a moment until he moved towards the door, Carolina turning back to glance across the room once more before following him when the sound of her name laced with more than a little concern drew her back towards him once more. Naturally it was Tobias still haunting their steps, the fascination he seemed to have with the delivery driver not entirely out of the ordinary for him though that didn't make it any less concerning for the Ark's second.

Carolina was eager to move on, noticing how ill at ease Tobi's presence seemed to have made the warlock, and thankfully she had been holding onto something that would do just the trick.

Dropping the proverbial bomb that the ship did, in fact, have an elevator worked precisely as she had hoped it would. The blonde barely containing her laughter until the truth behind that revelation echoed across Sly's face. For a few moments the blonde woman couldn't quite breathe, an arm wrapped around her stomach as she leaned against the wall to avoid doubling over entirely at her own prank. As she finally overcame her amusement Carolina was glad to see that the warlock was taking it rather well, despite his fairly convincing poker face as he mentioned feeling betrayed. Hopefully her explanation as to why she hadn't mentioned this before now would be just as acceptable, and the good-humored rolling of the shaggy blonde's eyes she felt it was. Sly's exasperated exclamation only had her letting loose the final few huffs of laughter as she bumped his shoulder companionably. "You think a man who paid for all this is going to walk up that many stairs every day?" Followed with her jest about making his day and swallowing any laughter which threatened as he countered her argument.

Her slender shoulders shrugged in sheepish acceptance of his argument even as that grin still played on her lips. "I'll take evened out, it can only go up from here then!" The pair's trip back downstairs was notably quicker and she followed dutifully after Sly as they walked back towards his truck and the work that still awaited them, the long waves of her hair bobbing as she nodded her agreement. "Sounds like a good plan for me, we both deserve a reward after dealing with all of this." Together the two unlikely companions worked to move the boxes into the elevator chamber and then riding upstairs to unload them all once more. It was still not light or easy work, but at least using the elevator made it that much quicker; no doubt her legs would be thanking her later for not keeping that secret.

Carolina stepped back once everything was settled, content to let the warlock take the lead as she merely watched him unpack the boxes meticulously. She only stepped forward when he offered her a piece to hold as he assembled the variously marked pieces. Carolina had assembled her fair share of IKEA furniture, but this was a huge piece to build. She was scanning all the various parts they had yet to go through as his voice caught her attention once more, another question which did not surprise her in the least; she was coming to realize they shared that curiosity as well as a sense of humor. "Fire away." Those words opening the floor to whatever was on his mind, though the question was one she did not really expect. She shrugged her shoulders gently, the hand not holding the desk leg coming up to twirl a long piece of her hair habitually before she answered. "I honestly don't know. I'm not actually a part of the Nightshade pack." The words were a bit soft, perhaps the most introspective question Sly had asked in the short time they had been working together. She lowered herself to the floor, settling on the soft carpet with a sigh before turning her hazel eyes back towards his own. "Tetradore let me know I was welcome to join not long after I started working here, but... I haven't taken him up on it." There was more than one reason for that, but perhaps it was a bit much to lay on a man she had only met a few hours ago. "Sometimes you're just better off on your own, you know?" She offered a soft smile meant to lighten the words, somehow she thought Sly might relate to the sentiment.

Carolina Grace Bedford.
html © riley

Replies