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 19, 2015 by Eleanor
West


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



Her cold hands searched for warmth in the pockets of her tight black pants. Now that she was no longer contorted on the asphalt, her mind firmly in her work, the biting cold of the looming winter season took hold of her slight frame. Small, hazy plumes of carbon dioxide left her lips with every passing breathe. And finally, the fae gave in, whipping her sack open and searching through the mess of empty spray paint cans for her worn, hunter green scarf. She wrapped it messily around her neck, burying the bottom of her face within its warm and soft threads.

She followed him almost obediently, somewhat in his wake with every twist and turn around the quiet and ailing buildings. The scrapes of their footsteps occasionally echoed off the worn walls and the semi-frequent churn of the dark waters and far away boat whistles were all that broke their silence. Eleanor welcomed the distraction Tetradore provided, even if that distant worry still flitted inside of her.

The mention of food made her stomach crawl. Her mind was washed away with all the exotic possibilities as he listed them. "What about bugs? Do they sell bugs as a delicacy?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought, and followed it with a high-pitched giggle. "All I want is coffee." She followed, burying her face yet again, up to her nose, in the scarf.

During their brief interaction tonight, Eleanor hadn't thought much about what Tetradore did, not what he did in his free time or for work. But at the mention of the word "clients," her interest piqued. "Clients? What are you, a massage therapist?" It was a stupid comment, but meant to be. She looked at him with a silly grin across her face before skipping forward a step or two, and twirling to face him. There she stood in front of him, pedaling her steps backward and waiting for a response.




Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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