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 spencer
Posted on December 12, 2015 by sorcha
Crash!
Sorcha jumps, spinning around instinctively at the sound of the tin trash can being toppled over in the alleyway, fear spiking high in her. What if Frost had decided to stick around to see if she had kept her word? She hadn't - she had ran right back to the Ark after he had attacked her. She had been almost hysterical, a thing she regretted immensely as it wasn't her style, but fear did a thing to a person. Made them into something they were never meant to be. Once safety had been stolen, it's grasp no longer tethered to her, life had begun to lose it's once shiny outlook. Now she was constantly looking over her shoulders, which were often hunched, and picking up her pace on the way home. Sticking to lighted streets, not that it did a damn to prevent crime in this city. A cat prances by, tail flicking dismissively as if to say chill out human, it was just me, and she glares at it, sighing minutely.
Still, a quick appraisal of the rest of her walkway headed towards a more busy part of town reveals a tall dark haired man speaking with another who glanced about in a manner that just SCREAMED crime. Which should have sent her scurrying off but Sorcha, despite her new found nervousness, was a stubborn and insatiably curious creature. Not to mention her skin felt prickly, sensing the magic that seemed to ooze from one of the men, and so she slows her stride and makes her attempt at sleuthing. Slow, even steps, dismissive looks, until she reaches them and spies the dark haired man handing off a liquid, dark and insidious, and one that she recognizes from her time in Scotland when another of her parent's coven had been given to sell poisons and bad potions.
She gasps, black hair falling forward as her head jerks up and mossy green eyes land accusingly on the warlock while his 'friend' departs in a hurry.
Replies
- I sold my soul to a three-piece - By Spencer Lombardo on January 03, 2016 at 6:57 PM