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
She gasps when I bring up the bartender, leaning in to whisper that she was told the same story as well. I laugh, shaking my head. "Afraid not. The way her eyes were dancing every time she mentioned dear Maria, I'm pretty sure someone's going to get lucky tonight." I wink teasingly. When I mention the faerie however, her eyes light up in a way I don't quite like, my own brow rising as she asks about meeting him herself. I shake my head with a smirk. "And risk losing my best partner? He'd probably whisk you away for himself. I can't allow that." She squeezes my arm in reassurance, letting me know that she'll train the waitresses and I smile. "I knew I could count on you." I whisper back tenderly. We walk along in silence for a little while until we reach the right place. I know she might have kept walking had I not stopped to open the door for her. She gives me a look but I can see the trust in her eyes as she steps inside and looks around. I lead her over to a table in the back, sure she'll be grateful for the privacy, especially after she gets a taste of what we're here for. She tells me that she's grateful for everything and my expression softens. I lean over to put my hand over hers, catching her gaze. "Just having you in my life is something to be thankful for, Isolt. I don't think you know just how much you mean to me." As the waiter returns with two glasses, I release her hand with a mysterious smile, hoping she'll enjoy the surprise as much as I did planning it. She smells the blood and looks at me and I nudge my head in a "go on" gesture, letting her know its okay. I could care less about the other people and creatures in the bar and who might or might not be watching. I'm not here for them. She watches me a moment more before lifting her glass to cling it to mine. I smirk and bring the glass to my lips, taking a good sip. I close my eyes, savoring the taste. She starts stuttering and I open my eyes, raising a brow in amusement as she asks why she hasn't been drinking that from the beginning I chuckle. "Because that is the rarest blood you'll ever harvest, my dear. Faeries aren't so keen to share because there's not as many of them as the overbreeding humans." |