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
sharp objects make me giddy
Posted on October 19, 2014 by Katarina Foster
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I like how Kohl doesn't really start fighting back until the guy's crawling up his legs toward his manhood. But then he has more things to worry about cause Raven sends him flying in the air and into a dumpster. I cringe at the banging noise, sure that he must have hit his head or something else important. By the time he starts coming to, I'm already holding his head in my lap, trying to get him to wake up so I can figure out a way to get us out of this big box. He frowns, looking at me for a minute and his question makes me scowl. "Of course I did. You wouldn't wake up." I say matter of factly. What did he expect me to do? The next comment is just a curse word as he starts to look around. As I move away to look at the walls, I see a flicker of light and turn my head to see him messing with his phone. I actually roll my eyes. Why is he playing with that at a time like this? He grabs at something on his leg before asking if we're in a bin. I snort softly. "You figured it out, genius. Yes, we're in a bin." That's about the time I find the weak point in the wall and I start slamming my shoulder into it. I'm pretty sure by the end that I may have dislocated it but that's a matter for later. For now, we need to get out of here before we roast alive. I snort again as I hear his comment about being able to do better, my mind unable to think up a witty reply right now. My shoulder is throbbing like a bitch and I've inhaled a lot of smoke. I keep going into coughing fits and I'm pretty sure I could sleep for days by this point. When I get the wall broken through, I grab for Kohl and when he starts coughing and hacking, I actually scowl in concern. As he grabs for his phone again, I narrow my eyes, about to grab the damn phone and chuck it into the street when he makes a comment, asking me to trust him. I make a sound in my throat, doubting that any text can do something to change the situation. That's when headlights suddenly light up the alley and I snap my head up. Is someone here to save here? Is that who he texted? But as the car rolls closer, I can make out the front end and I look at Kohl in puzzlement. Why is his car coming toward us? As it gets closer, he speaks and I roll my eyes. "Are you sure you can drive?" I manage to ask, some form of worry inching into my voice. I had noticed the car hit the wolf and I couldn't help but feel some satisfaction as it ran over her. I know it's not enough to kill her but after what she did to Kohl, I'll take what I can get. After all, they tried to roast us. I stumble into the car with Kohl and that's when something big hits the car. I snap my head around and look as the window on my side shatters, glass cutting into my face as I look at the wolf, hearing her voice in my head. I narrow my eyes, my way of saying "Bring it on, bitch," but as we drive away, I know that the fire form the dumpster has transferred. I look at Kohl. "Uh...your car's on fire. Got any emergency sprinklers installed?" I ask, somewhat of a smirk on my features despite the danger. |