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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on May 19, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

Something had been planned for tonight, though what he couldn't rightly say. What he was aware of, however, was that his mistress rarely allowed him to venture into his human body unless she had something planned. He sincerely doubted that a streak of generosity had somehow gotten a hold of her. Regardless of her plans, Tetradore was more then content to waste away the time he was mysteriously granted without her presence seated at the bar of the establishment. The man was by far too friendly with the bartenders, this portion of the staff being the only that he tolerator and in return they were more then happy to provide him with alcoholic beverages to get him too drunk to care about what Risque was going to put him through. He was well on his way through exact task when a young woman sat down beside him, even though he hardly gave her much notice at first. The club was flittering with people, people who slipped beside him and then danced away from him with their glasses in tow. He had immediately discounted her as just another individual passing by him and was thus content to continue staring blankly into his tumblr, his finger tracing the edge of the quickly draining cup.

The elbow prodding into his arm slowly pulled his attention from his dismal thoughts, his gaze refocusing on the young woman next to him. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the sound of her whispered tone, clearly expressing something that he himself was oblivious too. "Don't worry about it, it's fine." He replied, his baritone was far softer then it had been in perhaps years. "It does get busy on Friday nights." He added as a way of conversation which in itself was peculiar enough for the usually isolated man. Most of the regular patrons had seen him at Risque's side enough to give him a wide berth, as if his presence alone was enough to call upon the witch. For a while, in his younger years, he'd been frustrated by the difficulties this provided when trying to advance upon the women that frequented the club but now, he'd long sense gotten used to such a thing that meetings such as this altogether a rarity. His emerald eyes traced her feminine features, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly and for a moment he couldn't help but to wonder why she was risking talking to him, how she didn't know who he was.

Whatever glimpse of curiosity he had within her wavered the moment she inquired after his consistent presence. A small frown marred his lips, his gaze shifting momentarily to his tumblr and briefly he rose the glass to his lips, purposefully finishing off it's contents before pushing the empty glass towards the bartender, knowing he'd refill it without any inquires. "I live here." He commented after a moment of silence, not particularly willing to disclose the full details of his confinement within the club. Unfortunately, the alcohol upon his brain was enough already to cause whatever witty lie he perhaps might have been able to come up with to die on his breath. "The grandeur wears off after a while." He offered her some weak attempt at a smile and while he could have left the conversation where it was, there was something about the girl that caused him to inquire further, "And why do you return to this...place?" He'd purposefully stopped himself from saying the word 'hell hole', something about her seemed too demure to state his rather poorly opinionated thoughts on this place.

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