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 sound of my heart pounding tells me there's still hope


Posted on May 24, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
West

It is not without a quite considerable undercurrent of caution that she proceeds, despite the façade of utter willingness to strike up some meager conversation with this man she does not know. It is, she would presume later on, out of some internal willingness to trudge so boldly beyond the boundaries of her own social insecurities that she offers up this tiny, enticing morsel of conversation. An unintended piece of cordial bait she hardly suspects will even be sniffed at, much less collected... for the emerald-eyed man at her side appears far from the friendliest of sorts. His hunched figure and closed body language speak to what is clearly a desire to be left well enough alone. It is for this reason that the fine etchings of surprise begin to stitch themselves into her smooth features, pulling her brow into a furrow of kindhearted confusion. Not only is he accepting, at least outwardly, of the apology for her elbow's intrusion, but he also proceeds to answer her question almost willingly.

"You live here? Do you own this place?" A moment of absolute and undiluted curiosity flickers shamelessly upon her upturned face, a personality flaw which has not lessened in intensity since childhood despite her parents having always owed their hardest efforts to quail the immensity of it. Isolt had always been this way, curious of all things and admirably tireless in her quest for the unknown. Much to her parents' chagrin. Where they had succeeded, at least in part, was heightening the young woman's awareness of this peculiarly adept trait; and it is this progression that sees the nervous simper once more return to her lips. She draws back somewhat, forfeiting as much space as she is able given the ever impending tide of bodies fluctuating around them, driven back by the furrow of his brow and the realization that the boundaries over which she has trudged might not have been solely her own. "I imagine it would. Don't you ever want to go somewhere else? See new faces, hear new music?" The politest smile tugs at the supple cushions of her lips, a look of genuine interest cast against the angelic glow of her features. If there could be one thing said for Isolt's endless sense of curiosity, it was that it always came from the most kindhearted of places within her.

A soft chuckle escapes her at his question, a slight and rosy blush brushing against the pallor of her cheeks. She peers into the swirling amber depths of her own tumbler then, a single perfectly-manicured nail tapping idly against the smooth glassy side. "Well I... I guess I just wanted to try something new. But I have to admit I'm feeling a little out of my element here. My friend Harley, though, this is right up her alley." A wave of bourbon ebbs the tide of her confession, minute though it might have been. A light hum of satisfaction echoes within her throat, blue eye falling to a close for the barest moment. Nothing would take the sting out of her own awkwardness like the wave of warmth given by fine bourbon.


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