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

it was all reduced to rubble


Posted on February 03, 2015 by minn
West
there are survivors, they're coming home



She wasn't paying attention to shadows.

There was faaar too much eye candy in this room to notice the faint flickering that might in any way hint to a 'super natural' presence. Or anyone's presence for that matter. Minn was still trying to comprehend the ghetto wonderland she'd just walked into. It was like... something from a mob movie. Not that she'd seen a lot of them or anything, since movies were sort of a luxury. It just...felt fitting to the reference. Like something badass from far away in Hollywood. Or whatever.

Her fingers tapped absently on the counter she was currently at, her dark brown eyes scanning walls above it. Swords and blades of all types adorned it, some looking more decorative while others looked primitive and blunt. A lot of them just looked sharp. All them looked deadly. It was hard - and kind of funny - to imagine anyone she'd ever met or known using one of these things and swinging it around. Her musings were interrupted when a thick accented voice broke through the silence and caused Minn to blink, turning to look for the source. The hell? Had he been there the whole time... watching her?

What a creep.

Her brow furrowed and at first Minn said nothing, feeling like she'd been caught in the act of something worth reprimanding. He didn't seem upset, but if anyone knew it didn't take long for someone to turn around and suddenly blow a fuse for something small it was her. She'd been yelled at more times than she could count, and though it didn't really bother her at this point in her life, there were literally a million sharp objects he could use to help him direct his rage at her. And that was no bueno.

When the yelling never came Minn shifted slightly in place, dragging her palm absently over the glass counter while probably smearing the clean surface without directed intent. Her chin tucked, a light wariness lingering in her gaze as he seemed to lean forward a little and stare at her with more vigor. Mnnngg. What did he waaaaant.

Of course the next statement that popped out of his mouth had to do with what she'd eaten, and for a moment Minn genuinely had to think about what he'd meant. Explosive? Ohhh, that small little metallic thing she'd picked up earlier? Oh yeah. A blank expression crossed her face and when the pieces slowly fell together in her mind, she laughed. A condescending, giggle-snort of a chuckle, but a laugh non the less. "Oh shit. Really?" She lifted her hand to her mouth and made a gurgling, gut wrenching heave of a motion with her body before pulling her hand away with the same piece she'd tossed in her mouth so carelessly just moments before. The action itself almost seemed like a second nature, and though the mere thought of dry-heaving seemed to gross people out, Minn continued to stay incredibly unaffected as she stared down at the fucking bomb in her hand. It was covered in a thin layer of drool.

"I've eaten worse," Minn commented casually, and rolled the piece of metal around in her hand before glancing up at creep-o over there. "Ahdunno." Was the only answer she gave, flippant and disinterested in the whole digestive part. Not because she was being difficult - mostly because she just didn't know and there were more interesting things to talk about. Like how she was holding an EXPLOSIVE.

She walked over to him, palm outstretched with the device before she placed it on the counter he was sitting behind. "That thing really a bomb? Seems kinda' small. I think yer lyin."

they float in darkness, they're not alone
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