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

Edge of the Circle

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

Show the devil how good you dance


Posted on October 21, 2015 by Eleanor
West


This is where Hollywood cues the delusion,
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes.



She picks at the flecks of lime green paint that's dried over her fingertips haphazardly, her gaze bouncing from her swollen, filthy hands to night's shadows over Tetradore's face. She's pleased to see he is as calm and lackadasical as she'd always remembered him. A cool cat, she thinks in her head, even though she really doesn't know him very well at all. The horn of the far away tug boat breaks the silence between them, and Eleanor turns to look down the alley at the shimmering dark waves beyond the seawall. There is a calm here among the ruins of the westside of town. The papers so often reported the darker moments of this place -- the crime, the violence, the rumors of strange, supernatural activity here -- that really, existed as often in frequency in just about every neighborhood in Sacrosanct. The coverage, however, dubbed the docks and surrounding area as the blemish of the city. Even though Eleanor saw it more as a diamond in the rough. Much like the man standing before her. He was a thief, that much she knew. That was, after all, how they met. But that didn't bother her. She didn't really have anything worth stealing. But he was kind, kinder than most in this town, even those who found more mainstream lines of work and dwelled mostly in the light, not the dark, like them.

When he brings up her work on the wall again, she shrugs. The last thing she needed was for some hipster to post a photo of her work on Instagram, and some university uppity recognize her signature on the wall. "Nah." She says, now walking over to the piece again and collecting her materials. The nearly empty aluminum cans of paint clank as if fall to the bottom of her sack. She slings the bag over her back and hesitates a minute for striding back toward him.

When he asks her what she'll do next, she looks around again, her gaze hovering at her feet for a while, before settling on back on him. "Maybe learn to pickpocket." She said playfully, with an eyebrow raised, and waited to gauge his response. In reality, her only plans were to indulge in the biggest cup of coffee she could find on this side of town, and maybe stop by the hole-in-the-wall porno store on her way home.




Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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