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
It took some time, but she was slowly getting use to her new schedule. Beforehand she didn't work anywhere there was no need for a job. Not when she was sitting on a pile of money that would surely out last her. She had no experience of any kind working for anyone and with that in mind she thought it was pointless to even bother trying. Typically she spent her day somewhere reading or running through the outskirts, anything to get her mind from taking a trip down memory lane. Working in the Armory gave her a schedule, allowed her to have something different. It wasn't necessary a challenge to learn everything, but it was a good enough opportunity to give her something to do every day. Living in two complete different places was a challenging thing to cope with. Back at home she was helping Alexis fix up the damage she had done to the upper two levels the first time she moved into that home. Feeling entrapped with the enclosed space and after accepting everything she had done in her past, she felt like taking it out inside, not trusting herself to take her rampage outside. Now that she had someone living with her it was imperative that should she feel her mentality start to slip into the feral side, she would leave the house and go to the outskirts. She was handicapped, and she had to accept that there was absolutely nothing she could do but manage it as best as she could. However, living within the warehouse had given her a small dose of freedom. Her particular roommate here would come and go, sometimes ignoring her and sometimes waking her up to hunt or play. She was starting to accept his company and was learning how to trust him. The warehouse was spacious and it help ease her mind that she wasn't trapped within a tight enclosure.
The night before she had slept in the warehouse. Her sleep wasn't as comfortable as her spot at home which gave her the idea that she would need to fix this. This morning she was fixing up her new sleeping arrangement, but she also dabbled with Tobi's collection of nets and sacks. He had no idea she was doing this, and quite frankly, she hoped he enjoyed what she had done to his bedding. She was trying to be somewhat useful. Tobi had been sleeping everywhere within the warehouse, and where he placed his bed had been in Lucian's way. So, she quietly took the matters into her own hands and fixed it. Running down the catwalk on all fours, she knew she was hitting it close to being on time today. Always she arrived 15 minutes early, all to keep away from the other employers and already start her methodical tasks. Yet Tobi had decided to sleep in and be a lazy bum, and she painstakingly waited for him to wake up before she went to work on his bed. She wasn't quite sure where he went, but knowing he had a pack of his own, she didn't bother to ask. It was not her business. As soon as her grey paws met the solid ground of the warehouse she quickly shifted into her human form, clothed, swiftly heading towards the box of ammunition and began to sort the shells. Her head would tilt up, blue-grey eyes watching through her golden-brown curls as Lucian walked by, a smile on his face, but it was in his intense gaze set upon her caused her to lower her head and continued to work on her assignment. Hearing him speak caused her to flinch slightly, still getting used to it, her fingers still on the shells as she sorted them. She was far too dedicated to her mundane work, simply happy to have something to do.
"I...um...can I have tea instead?"
She was not a fan of coffee, and in the past she would never ask for something different, but being on her own for a while gave her some sort of independence. Seeing him point towards the direction of the small café she let go of the shells, quietly following after him, speaking gently.
"I just started, but I guess if I'm with the boss it doesn't matter? What did you want to talk about?"
Hopefully it wasn't because she was almost a minute late.
I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All
Raven