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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Sometimes the man looked a little confused but he didn't say anything so Malia kept on going. After all, she wasn't aware that Were's and other supernaturals were a secret or anything in the human world so why shouldn't he know what she was talking about? Frost just made it clear that taking her clothes off and shifting in front of everyone was frowned upon or something like that. The shape he made with the dollar bill was mesmerizing but she hated that he threw it to the ground like that. What was it supposed to do, fly or something? Yeah right. He said it was meant to be an airplane and she grimaced a little. Of course he'd want to call it something so boring and human. She'd much rather think of it as a bird. She tilted her head though, listening to him before she shrugged. "Coins at the arcade lead to lots of fun. I can play there all night. I don't know about much else they can do, though." She mostly agreed, anyway. At one point in the conversation, he almost looked like he wanted to ask more, but the man held his tongue. Oh well, he'd be sure to say something eventually, she was sure. The human asked her to show him where her favorite place was and Malia all but lit up as she started walking toward the little diner Henry showed her before. "This way." When she asked about the bird he made, the man was very kind, saying he would make her another one that could fly. A brow quirked at that and she turned her head to him, a little suspicious. "So they can fly sometimes? I'd have to see that." The woman smirked to herself as she kept walking. Soon enough, they reached the diner and she slid into a booth. The waitress hesitated when she saw them, her gaze staying on Malia a little too long like she was debating whether she wanted to deal with this today or not. But finally, the other woman sighed and rolled her eyes a little before putting on her best polite smile and heading over. "Your usual, hon?" Malia grinned and gave a nod before the waitress turned to him. "And what about you, darling?" |