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
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
FLICK A SWITCH AND TAKE THE LIFE FROM EVERYONE Oleander Tremayne
Posted on September 29, 2015 by NICHOLAS GEISZLER
Nick woke, sore and aching in his old and uncomfortable motel bed. Squinting, he looks to the bed next to his to find it empty. "Ollie?" He lazily calls out for her, not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed just yet. A few seconds past, and he rolls over to look at the bathroom, only to find the door half open and dark. "OLLIE!" His voice is more rimmed with annoyance and he sighs, throwing his blankets to the side and sitting up. "Where the fuck is she?" He rubs his shoulder, which was forever causing problems since the attack. Actually, pretty much every joint and bone ached. It was worse as the full moon approached. She knows it's almost that time. It wasn't so much that she was missing that upset him up, it was the fact she didn't leave a note or tell him that she was going.
Still in his underwear, he slowly stands and stretches himself out, using the bathroom and plugging in his Ipod to a special speaker that allowed the music to be played openly. He turns it up, as loud as he pleased (which was way too loud, even for a complaint). Jerry Lee Lewis' Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On gets him going as he opens the mini fridge and takes the last Arizona Tea. He sees they are basically out of food and drinks, and this just annoys him more. Poor and sore, gotta love life!
"Come along my baby, whole lotta shakin' goin' on! Yes, I said come along my baby, baby you can't go wrong!" He puts on Ollie's sunglasses, and even puts on one of her beanies as he sings along, trying to cheer himself up. He then goes to the door and opens it. Still wearing nothing but his boxers. It was past afternoon, and the motel was pretty much vacant. This wasn't exactly the nicest place of the city, either. He looks around, not seeing Ollie .. or anyone.
There is a fold up chair leaned against the next room's window. He grabs it, sets it up and plants his ass down in it. He leaves the door open, his music obnoxiously still loud, drinking his can of tea and waiting like a disappointed parent for her to come back. A car drives by and honks, and he just raises up his hand and flips them off. I need to get somethings before the change ... she better get here.
Cars were not his favorite thing. In fact, he openly refused to drive. For poor Oleander, this meant she had to be his chauffeur. She better be looking for a job at least. All the while, Nick sits half dressed and doing nothing. This is when an elderly man opens his door, about three rooms down from theirs, and sternly walks over. "Excuse me, can you please turn down your music and put some clothes on! I have to work a graveyard shift and I am trying to get some rest." Nick looks up at the man, Ollie's sunglasses looking goofy on him and at first he just stares and drinks from his can and then he looks back at the road and traffic. "Are you sure it's a graveyard shift and you're not just moving there? You'll have plenty of time to sleep then, Grandpa." The man is utterly surprised and offended all at once, making a fist with both hands at his sides. "Excuse me?!"
Nick just continues to sit there, "Fuck off!" the older man is angry more than anything else. He points at Nick, yelling, "Young man, you better apologize! Or I'm gonna tell the manger and have your ass thrown out!" And what does Nick do to this threat? He starts laughing, hysterically.
