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
And bury them beneath the sea
Posted on September 30, 2015 by Oleander Tremayne
Now, part of what manages to keep me from killing Nick (metaphorically of course), is the fact that he was actually funny most of the time. I would have laughed at his blue fairy joke if I wasn't already pissed that he was making our neighbors angry. I didn't want to have to handle people coming over complaining, and that was just how this was likely going to end. Thankfully the old man decided neither of us was worth it, and left. Though I expected to hear from the hotel manager later. Turning back on Nick, I ignored his cry of pain completely. "Serves you right!" Though I snapped at him angrily, my eyes softened a bit, he always worried me when he started coughing real bad.
As he walks past me, I try and duck away from his hand, but he gets ahold of my wig anyway and huff loudly. "Fine, go for it. It'll match the glasses." I roll my eyes and follow him in, closing and locking the hotel door behind us. Once I turn around, I see he's already coddling his ipod, and I smirk a little with satisfaction. Ya...you snuggle it while you can... Ignoring the clinking sound of the can hitting the bottom of the garbage can, I pull my phone and wallet from out of my bra and set them on the counter, and proceed to wiggle out of the straps to my blue wings. "I was out." I suddenly felt bad, realizing I had infact forgotten to leave him a note. I'd gotten all excited about going to this party that I'd completely spaced it. Sucking in my bottom lip, I looked over at Nick apologetically. "Sorry. I freaking spaced it...I know it's your time, and I shouldn't have ditched out like that." I knew he wasn't actually mad at me, not in any lasting sense anyway.
As always, he was yammering at me a mile a minute, but I was rather good at keeping up considering I could match him on it from time to time. Tossing my wings into the small closet, I used my toes to pry my shoes off quickly and walked towards Nick as he was already on the ground. I crinkled my nose at him and poked him in the forehead with a teasing grin. "Yaaa, and have you punch holes in all the walls. That sounds like a fabulous idea! And when the manager comes to yell at me for having pets, we'll just pack up and go live in a gutter." I fold my arms then and give him a don't you fight me on this face. When he stands up, I let my eyes follow him up..and up...and up. I sigh as he opens his arms, and roll my eyes. "Pssh, don't think you're getting off that easy." But I was already smiling at him, stupid pain in the ass.
