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
There was a new look in Ashton's eyes sometimes, a dark look of someone troubled. Malia hated seeing that and hated to think that she might be the reason it was there, though she had no idea what it could be about. The man seemed so genuine that she was sure he would tell her if he didn't like her or didn't want to be around her. Yet, a part of her didn't want to ask what was bothering him cause she was afraid it might lead to them hanging out less. They already did that a lot less than she'd like and after losing Nadya, she didn't want to lose anyone else. He disagreed with her, saying he'd rather walk and she smirked a little with a playful scoff. "Too slow paced. I tend to overthink when I have too much peace." The Were hated that her crush was still without a pack. It must be a lonely life. She wanted nothing but happiness for him and for her, that came with being with others of your kind. When Malia teased him about surfing lessons, she didn't expect that he'd actually been giving some so a brow quirked when he admitted that was how he was making money now. "Wow, I'm impressed. Not surprised though. You're a pretty good teacher." She said with a more genuine smile. For all the awkward moments they had that day, she still remembered it being fun when she finally let go and trusted him in the water. And she did feel like she'd learned a lot. He offered for them to walk and she fell into step with him comfortably. When he tried to take the blame all on himself, she shook her head. "No, I could have found you if I wanted to. Got your scent, you know." She said with a teasing smirk before continuing. "I didn't want to get in your way of settling into the city, plus I'll admit the pack's been keeping me pretty busy." She grimaced a little. Sure, it was fun to stay busy, but she was still stressing slightly about the former Beta showing up and she didn't think she was doing well with Frost's requests to recruit more Were's. When Malia glanced over, she saw that troubled look on Ashton's face again and scowled, wishing she knew how to help him through whatever it was. |