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
DON'T YA KNOW IT'S OUT OF MY CONTROL
Posted on January 23, 2016 by DARIEN AYRES
I'm probably a lot weirder than you, believe me.
Out of everything she said, it was that sentence that repeated over and over inside his head. Not her name, not her sarcasm. Well, maybe her actually calling him a weirdo did hurt a little and would beg to be stewed over and punch his self-esteem a little more, but something about the word weirdo disabled him. He was so keen on leaving and living inside his head that he doesn't really see her reach for his wrist. It frightens him (any kind of contact to be honest) and while anyone else might have pulled back, he was more a deer in headlights.
His eyes got as big as humanly possible, his body froze and he just stared at her as if she were assaulting his very soul. Out of his entire life, this moment was by far the strangest. Having met no other supernaturals, let alone one that seemed to have the same power (or at least he thinks she has the same power), this was both liberating and scary. In fact, he isn't even sure if she's human .. he has no idea what she is. He had never been on the receiving end of his gift, so feeling all these emotions being sucked out of him was strange and confusing. It literally felt like that, like she was some vampire that fed on anxiety instead of blood. It was strange feeling too; it tingled, like a soft shock. And he can't quite tell if she was simply inexperienced, or was he overwhelming? Her face seemed to flush, her nose turning red like Rudolph. She proceeded to dance around like some drunk hillbilly and shorten her swearing to simple letters. She backed away from him, and that hurt too. But strangely ... he felt calm and released? At least for a short while.
Weirdo.
He felt a freak and this situation that was meant to be one of compassion was now a tornado of bafflement. Something had happened, but it's clear nether understood exactly what. Feeling ever the guilty one, Darien immediately took the blame (blame for what, he doesn't know, he just feels like he needs to). "I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"
When Oleander looked at him, for the first time in weeks, he too stared directly back. He thinks he sees anger and pain in her eyes, and what his was showing, who knew? All he knew was that something profound had just happened, and he didn't know how to handle it. He wanted to just grab her and say it. Say what he felt. I'm not alone in this Universe, right? I'm not the only freak?! His mouth may have made motions, to speak the thoughts he desperately wanted to, but nothing comes out. In a panic, he lowers his head and speed walks away, dropping his notepad and not even realizing it. He nearly runs over another person as he busts open the doors to the back alley (the front doors were too far away he judges and instead takes the back ones). Once outside, he leans against the building, breathing fast and grabbing his chest as his heart beat against his ribs. Tears swell in his eyes. What had just happened? Did I meet another Fae?Am I going crazy?
