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
Maybe I'm Not Listening
Posted on May 28, 2014 by L U C I A N
SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME Maybe You're Better Of This Way... Right now, mass of gold and black rosettes stretches upon his pile of netting, turning green-gold eyes towards me with a sullen expression on his face. I'm caused to wondered the boy was beset by boredom, with his little she-wolf off on her own escapades and his two pack-mates nowhere to be found. Does a man like Tobias get lonely? Well, what man doesn't after a while... At the sound of his name the cat's ears perk up and he rolls over to greet me with a yawn. The cat pads closer and I lean down to give him a pat against the shoulders, secretly admiring the prowess that flexed in each subtle movement of the cat's body. Truth be told, we'd be pretty evenly matched in a fight. Hell, he might even have an edge on me though wolves are well known to hunt and kill panthers and cougars. Either way, I was glad to have him as an ally and I meant to keep it that way. Together we'd be quite a force to reckon with. When I stand and tell him over the night's events, the leopard sheds his skin in favor of his human form- for which I was thankful. It would be difficult to explain why I was buying a leopard shots at the bar. He's pulling on some filthy, tattered pair of jeans as I pull out my keys, and attempts to shake some of the grit from his hair as his eyes hone in on the jingly shiny things, causing me to grin. Such a cat! His question breaks the grin into a quick bark of laughter, and I shake my head. "It's a saying. It means... to party with the big boys. With the men in charge...," I struggled to find words that would make sense to his logic. "like Alphas." By this point the cat has returned to his bedding, rummaging around before producing a shirt I recognized only too well. I was going to bust a gut around this guy one day, for all the laughter he's causing me. "Boy you're swimming in that thing!" And knowing he probably wouldn't get the meaning of that expression either, I continued "It's too big, I think we're going to have to make a quick pit-stop on the way..." I pondered as I lead him outside to where my truck was parked. "Hell yes, you get to ride in the car. Only it's a truck, hop in you got shot gu-, I mean, front seat." I instructed as I jogged around the nose of the truck and got in on the drivers's side. settling myself in the seat and hitting the ignition, I flipped down the visor above me and produced a new pair of black shades, a little different and less expensive then the Fossils I'd given Tobi on our first meeting, but still as cool as they come. Putting them on I turned to my companion and revved the engine. "One of these days kid, I might even teach you to drive it." A spoke throatily. "But first we need to get you some new clothes and kicks, can't go out for a night on the town looking like that..." Shifting into drive, I pulled away from the curb and headed for the down-town area, the perfect clothing shop for a rugged, half-wild man already in mind. (Continue in East. I'll look for your reply there. ^_^)  |