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
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Posted on October 01, 2015 by NICHOLAS GEISZLER
"You're killing me! That hurts, thinking I'd punch holes in the wall? Do I look like that kind of person?" He dramatically lets her poke him in the forehead for added affect, but Ollie was just as stubborn as he was. Usually his pleads worked and he got his way, but she seemed .. different tonight. Even worse, she didn't hug him! His arms fall to his sides in defeat and in a calm, sad voice he just whispers sarcastically, "That hurts, right here, Ollie, right here." Pointing at where his heart was.
He takes off her glasses and wig and throws them in with where her silly little wings were and walks over to a bag beside his bed, opening up and grabbing out a pair of blue jeans and a white plain t-shirt. "So where did you go, exactly? You look rather ... giddy? Did ya meet someone interesting?" Hopping, putting on his jeans, he makes a fake laugh, "Oh wait, you already know the most interesting person and he's standing right here!" A stupid, egotistical smile on his face as he finishes putting on his shirt as well.
He then walks over to the small closet (because some how SHE got the one closet like all women do, claiming it like it was her territory) and starts rummaging through it for anything for her to wear other than that ridiculous shit she had on. "Come on, Ollie. We need to get some groceries anyways and the night is young! Call up your new friends, lets go have some fucking fun!" He doesn't know what to grab and before she had the chance to run him off, knowing she'd hate him touching her things, he jogs to the door and grabs his boots. As he runs past her, he puts his hand in her face (which was nearly the perfect size of her little cute face) and teasingly pushes her away. Then he hops on her bed and starts putting on his boots.
"Come on! Chop, chop! LETS GO OLLIE! QUICK BEFORE THE MANAGER COMES!" He starts clapping his hands, repeating 'chop chop' over and over. "I'll buy the drinks, it's on me. I sold some shit at a pawn shop - don't worry, none of your stuff! - and I need to get out of this damn room. I'm going insane! Lets go, lets go, lets go!!!!"
