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
SHE'S BLACKENING MY NAME
Posted on January 25, 2016 by DARIEN AYRES
With eyes closed, still clutching his chest and feeling as it rises and falls rapidly, he tries to go to a happy place. A place of calm, a place of fantasy that was all his own. It's pointless, nothing comes to mind except a thousand racing thoughts, all colliding and begging to be seen first. It makes him feel even worse, and in the cold, he feels that a tear has managed to start falling down his cheek.
The sound of the door busting open makes him jump. He slides back a foot or two. It's no surprise to him who he sees. As soon as their eyes lock, he looks away and down at his feet, like a child whose just done something bad and is ready for the lecture - or a punch. Hearing her say she's okay isn't reassuring to him. I'm not okay. He still can't look at her. He feels an overwhelming urge to smoke, or drink, or pop some pills. Something to numb all these intense emotions. Even her little joke doesn't bring a smile to his lips, or even a chuckle. She feels sorry for me. Everyone feels sorry for me. It's bad enough I feel sorry for myself.
He doesn't even realize he's left his notebook and luckily she has it.
When she starts speaking again, and stops at a very pivotal point, he does manage to look up slightly. She's leaning in close, and he can tell she's about to whisper something of great importance. Something he's never heard anyone say to him before. She .. knows? In an instant, Darien didn't feel so alone. In fact, he feels sort of energized and thrilled. His eyes light up and he straightens himself up, looking at her with wonder and acceptance. "You know about .. that? You know?!" He has to ask, for this was an entirely new experience for him. A very small smile forms at the corner of his lips when she asks what it is. It's awesome, huh? "I don't even really know what to call it. I just know, I can calm people. Make them feel at peace and relaxed ... except I then take in all their anxieties and everything that is making them not feel so tranquil." I can't believe I am actually talking about this! "I had to teach myself to control it. It took a long ass time. I didn't have anyone to help me, and I had to keep it secret."
He notices she is bouncing like a kid on a sugar rush. That, and her nose was now bleeding....but it didn't look like blood? Was that blood? Part of him felt that was his fault. Darien wants to offer her something to clean it up, but he can't think of a single thing. He was too ecstatic about this. He looks around real quick, to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation, but still he talks low and soft. "You have powers, too? Are you Fae!?" The idea of finally meeting another of his own kind makes his heart swell. Hell, meeting another person not human .. this was historic! "Here, please, lets go back inside! You have to tell me everything! Please!"
If it wasn't clear to Oleander by now that he was a very sheltered supernatural, surely his enthusiasm would make it obvious. He goes to the door and opens it, waiting for her to go through first. "There is a bathroom in the back, where the beds are. We can clean that up and then you have to tell me everything!" He doesn't even notice the cold, or that his eyes were ready to freeze those premade tears. He can feel, finally, that coming here was the best choice he ever made now. A wide smile is all over his face, his eyes still glistening, but with happiness and not sadness. This was a perfect storm; the best kind, where everything was raining down to wash out the bad and bring in the new.
