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
my soul has never led me wrong
Posted on November 17, 2015 by sorcha
The otherness of the boy clings to him as she watches him, trying to discern if he is just weird - which seems highly likely - or a true danger. He gives no signs away of ill intentions, just a distinct lack of friendliness. There were many who visited the Ark each night, some enjoying the atmosphere of being around others of their own kind and some there to seek release. She had noticed that the animal within them was always close to the surface. Tension had to be released or things could begin to go south rapidly. The swarm of faces, however, had not yet become familiarized within her mind. There were a distinct few she had seen repeatedly yet she did not remember spying Frost there. Nonetheless, she assumed he is merely wishing to seek her out away from the press of the crowd. Maybe he fears what others will think if he needs a potion and that was fine too, it all worked in her favor anyways and it wasn't like Tetra could ask her for a piece of this commission when she wasn't selling it ON the Ark.
It is the darkness that seems to edge his words that alerts her to the tension in the air. While she does not walk off, there is a tense edge to her figure as she shifts, eyes blinking more and narrowing upon him. He draws closer and she instinctively shifts back - but that does not stop him. He strolls closer with a dangerous air to him, the air of one who expects obedience. It makes her heart thump hard in her chest. It was not wise to antagonize a creature like him but neither could she bow down. So she just remains as is, neutral, assessing. Nervous.
She forces a smile on her face at his compliment but it is immediately wiped away by his criticism, her brows furrowing.
Frost admits what she had begun to suspect - he was not a part of the crew on the Ark. In fact, he did not like Tetra and that posed a problem because Sorcha did. She shoves down her arms, straightens her back, and glares at him.
Replies
- virtue has a veil, vice a mask - By Raven Clocksworth on December 08, 2015 at 6:21 PM
- he's so bad but he does it so well - By Rixon Leifsson on December 09, 2015 at 6:30 PM
- my soul has never led me wrong - By sorcha on December 12, 2015 at 6:34 PM
- virtue has a veil, vice a mask Tetra and Tobi - By Raven Clocksworth on December 13, 2015 at 8:21 PM
- :: Into These Animals We Grew :: - By Tobias on December 20, 2015 at 12:39 AM
- don't want to let you down, but i am hellbound - By AIDEN TETRADORE on December 30, 2015 at 8:30 PM