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
E. Brendan Robertson He vaguely heard something scratching the pavement. Awful big rats in this side of town, he thought to himself, before dismissing the sound entirely. Yeah, probably not the best of ideas, especially when he was telling himself to be so vigilant. And so when the voice sounded behind him, he visibly flinched. Again, probably not the best of ideas. He turned, trying to keep his pace steady, not a quick whirl of fright nor a slow drag of self-righteousness. His amber eyes flashed as he surveyed the stranger. Male, strong, proud. Oh shit, whose territory has he stumbled on? The bearing of the younger man screams alpha with every stride, and for some reason when Orion gives as unobtrusive a sniff as possible he's reminded of those couple of years he worked on a farmyard. AS if reading his mind, the other speaks. The information is given freely, or so it seems. Yet his grip tightens on his duffle, his world in a drab, worn canvas sack. "I take it, you might happen to know the one who... educated them?" Non-accusatory, non-questioning, yet plenty open for explanation, if the other wished to enlighten him. The coldness of the others voice bothered him, but maybe it was just because he was wet. Then the last sentence sank in fully, and he realized the information had not been as free as he had thought "Well..." Bar scene, definite no there. Last thing he needed was to show up with no money to pay a cover, and shoving off clingy, drunken co-eds. "South seems like the best option. Being a newcomer I've not quite settled in enough to hit the bars." He caught the violet eyes again, and found himself flinching yet again. Save me from becoming indebted to this man, he thought. He's not the kind to forgive them easily. "If you're willing to allow me a visit, of course?" His focus on the other male was so intense he missed the girl as she approached. Shit. I'm just failing all over the place, aren't I? But the girl did give him something, though he didn't think she'd realized it. Now the blonde had a name. "Actually, I'm new in town. He was being nice enough to show me around, point out some dangers that an idiot might stumble into." Very good, ingratiate yourself by belittling yourself. Hopefully you're not digging your own grave. "But it's nice to meet you...?" Hopefully she would take the hint. He wasn't sure who she was, but if she was on a first name basis with the Alpha, then maybe she might be able to put in a good word for a lost little puppy with two, rather four left feet. were-painted dog char and HTML to Lyra |