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

I drank liquor and ate a lighter and woke up breathing fire


Posted on October 22, 2014 by Emerence Hux
West
Ding.

She enters the shop, her black fitted jacket clinging to her sides. A small gap of skin reveals itself until her jeans cover the rest. Tall brown leather boots reach her knees, white socks hardly peak over. Her face is matte, with nude lips and a fresh face. Nothing like her first day in town. She wears her hair in long blonde locks, loose in waves around her face. A small knife is stuck in the side of her pants, but other than that she is weaponless. And what is a hunter without her weapon?

Emerence walks in with a confident roll to her walk. A glass case of knives greet her eyes, a till cleaned and empty waiting to be used. She yawns with less interest and more boredom. Sleeping doesn't come easy to those who are haunted by nightmares. Her elbows rest on the glass case and she lets her hair fall to the sides as she analyzes the sharp objects guarded by a sheet of clear walls.

She subconsciously tucks some strands behind her ear before lifting herself from her slouched position. The air is chilled, but warm enough to not need more heat. A comfortable temperature some would call it. Emerence likes a hotter building, where she has to slim down instead of bulk up on clothing. She finds herself zipping her wind protector up higher just to inhale some more heat to herself. Perhaps some of the weapons need a cooler environment.

Or not. Maybe he is ice cold himself.

Nothing she couldn't handle.



Emerence Hux

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