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

I sold my soul to a three-piece


Posted on January 04, 2016 by Spencer Lombardo
West


Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it



Spencer opened his mouth to protest when she snatched the cash from his hands, but his protest fizzled into nothing as he slouched into the chair. He really should make more of a fuss yet his meter was zeroed out and he was ready to go home. Maybe he would do the "normal" person thing and stare blankly at the TV while hating the noise it produced. When she was finished correcting his inability to count, Spencer silently straightened the bills she had handled so they'd be in a perfect stack. This actually wasn't something against her, it was simply his way of maintaining some form of control and order. You should see the books in his house! Just kidding, his house is controlled chaos.

While he was making the most effort to bury that discomfort (and royally fucking that up), she certainly wasn't helping. He knew she was baiting him, he knew it, yet he always seemed to stumble into each trap she set out. One day he was just going to stand up and push her off the counter, swear to god. Of course she'd probably find a way to turn that into a loss for him too but he could enjoy the mental image of knocking that smug look off her face for at least 5 seconds.

Speaking of Spencer losing in almost every battle with Askaree...

He stopped short when she blocked his path with her leg, feeling the pit in his stomach churn. He knew he shouldn't have made his discomfort so obvious, it never works out for the best. Maybe one day he would listen to common sense and not be an ass. Before he could put the words together to ask her to move, she was moving but not in the way he wanted. Now finding himself basically penned against the wall, if he hadn't already been holding his breath it was certainly gone now. Actually it was like a rock in his throat.

It was readily apparent that Spencer, dear Spencer, had few defenses against Askaree's game of cat and mouse, or gator and mouse. In fact, it was painfully apparent. Sure, he was never really good with these games since they always require a quick wit and the ability to be charming, but he had never realized how poorly he handled himself. It was like she was this mirror, showing him all these weak points, and he hated every second of it. So why did some tiny part of him enjoy it? Like being trapped and having her throw his words back in his face. Maybe one day he would learn to enjoy her company, once he got past his biased discomfort, borderline phobia.

Challenge? That was not his intention. He just wanted to imply she had low- Aw shit. It did sound like a challenge didn't it? That puffed up chest of his deflated rather quickly with this terrible realization â€" did this mean she was going to harass him more? â€" and Spencer quickly raked his brain for some sort of comeback. Unfortunately, all he had was that her perfume smelled nice and in the game of wits, that amounted to nothing.

When she pulled away, he remained leaning on the wall where she left him, studying her as she drummed on the countertop impatiently. He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed as he battled out an internal battle of his own prejudices before deciding that, while he disliked her, she may not be as bad as the second option. "I'm sure you could find someone more entertaining than me but.. Fine. Where are you dragging me?"



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