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 November 02, 2015 by Eleanor
West


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



She weighs his invitation carefully, allowing the silence to span between them. It wasn't necessarily awkward or uncomfortable, it was, just, silent. Maybe that's part of why Eleanor enjoyed his company so much. They seemed to speak plenty to one another, with and without words. The young fae was conflicted about accepting his invitation, however. She was naturally curious and drifted through all kinds of secluded corners and nooks in this town without fear. But ever since her run in with Animal, she'd been overly paranoid, hyper aware of her surroundings and more careful about the places she went and with whom. Tetradore was at the end of the day, still a stranger, despite her somewhat misplaced fondness for him. He was clearly part of the supernatural community here, though he'd never shown her his true form. She knew he wasn't a fairy and was at least relieved to know that much. Despite all the unknowns, Eleanor felt for the most part, secure in his company. There was a wit and wisdom to him that came from the streets. He was fighter in some form. She wanted to trust him enough to to think he wouldn't willingly lead her into harm's way.

The fairy girl bit at her bottom lip, the blood rushing to flood her usually pale and smooth skin, and painting it a temporary but deep red hue. Finally she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, OK." She said a bit meekly, her heart beating firmly in her chest, the sound deafening almost everything else in her ears. It would probably make sense for her to share some of the dread she felt about Animal with him. Then her reaction would probably make more sense. But she didn't like to feel vulnerable in front of anyone. She hated how scared that fae man was able to make her feel.


"What are you in the market for?" She asks casually, her tiny hands gripping at the straps of her bag at her shoulders, as she desperately tries to move their conversation along.




Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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