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 April 09, 2015 by minn
West
there are survivors, they're coming home



The haze of her 'hibernation' had not worn off - not even remotely.

Minn had shuffled into the kitchen and cooked her breakfast in a zombie-like trance, driven only by the deepest part of her instinct for the need to shove food down her throat. She was still tired - but hungry - but mostly tired... but still very hungry, which seemed to nullify the burning temperature the food was at when it had finished cooking. It didn't seem to matter, though. Nothing mattered once the full plate of breakfasty-goodness was sitting in front of her on the counter. Piled with hasbrowns, eggs, bacon, cheese, sausage and more, Minn crouched over the plate and began to stuff her face using nothing more than her bare fingers. With food preoccupying every one of her senses the fact that she was being watched flew over her head entirely. Tobias's presence went totally unnoticed until the half-finished plate slid from beneath her grasp.

...What?

Minn blinked slowly, staring at the spot where her food should have been. But there was no longer a plate of food there. Instead there was just the steely, cold gray counter. Her head turned to look over at the boy who was aggressively mooching off of her plate and it took her a moment to fully comprehend why he was now eating and she wasn't. Slowly the haze began to lift from her muddled mind and Minn felt her body slowly begin to tense. In the wild you do not prod a bear that has just awoken from hibernation. They are tired, confused, ornery little things with a wicked temper. Most importantly... you don't take their food.

Her jaw set. Her eyes narrowed. And despite the comment about how nice her hair looked it certainly didn't stop Minn for one moment as she reached for the nearest carton of eggs, since the ingredients of her mornings endeavor were still messily sprawled all over the ship's kitchen. Without much warning she took a single egg and stood abruptly, talking a step or two in his direction to lunge forward and smash it against his lowered head as the boy hunched over her food plate. The crack of the shell was loud and Minn gave an indignant snort as she retreated back to her stool, wiping the little bit of yolk from her fingers back onto the counter. "Yours is too," She mocked with a loathsome dryness in her tone, clearly unamused as she sat. Only then did her eyes flicker up as Tetradore walked in and proceeded to smack the other in the head, too. Minn smirked faintly. It was satisfying to watch.

At first Minn didn't respond to Tetradore's idle comments, still brooding over the rude wake up call and the fact that she still didn't have food in front of her. After all, he was fucking boss man. If he wanted that thing banned from the kitchen - he could bloody well do it himself. "If I cook anything else today," Minn stated plainly, every syllable spat with a tired venom. "It's going to be cat."

....Stare.


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