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 January 08, 2016 by Eleanor
West


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



Eleanor had sketched her fair share of bugs. Even the stencil-like tattoo of the wasp that was etched along the milky, soft skin of the left side of her neck. But she'd never thought or dreamed of eating them. As Tetradore continues to labor on the gross topic of eating bugs, the fae scowls rather dramatically. "You can't get out of it." She said raising a small, white-knuckled fist level to her face. She shook a strict and straight pointer finger back and forth. "We're doing it, scaredy cat." When he asked about what they'd win, she thought long and hard for a second. "What do you want?" She questions him, a mischievous grin hidden behind the warm comfort of her lofty scarf. But before he had the chance to answer, she spoke again. "I'll draw you a picture, if you win." She said finally, but gleefully, not giving him much time to let his imagination run wild. He should feel honored, she mused. Her art sold for thousands of dollars to yuppies she didn't care about on the other side of town. "So what do I win?"

The young fae grew bored fairly quickly when career talk was on the table. Like previously noted, she rarely shared any details of what she did at the university, or that she was connected a university at all. But her friend here already knew what she did. At one time he was one of her subjects. And he did just catch her defacing a wall in his own neighborhood, after all. But Tetradore's job of choice was a bit more interesting than most. When he mentions the names of two very famous artists, she laughs out loud, a high pitched fervor kind of quip, fueled by disbelief. "What do you need with an Aivazovsky?" It was all in good fun, of course. She wasn't the type to poke fun. If he wasn't joking with her, she would be very curious. And somewhat impressed. "I'd have to see the Dali of course. For authenticity purposes. And to make sure it isn't stolen."

But Eleanor didn't want to talk about this right now. As they rounded the corner, she could hear the faint sounds of shuffling feet and the murmurs of a large crowd. But they weren't anywhere to be seen the streets. She looked to Tetradore for guidance as the anticipation bubbled inside her. The hum and drums of a crowd made her feel as if they'd finally arrived.




Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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