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 27, 2016 by Eleanor
West



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



Eleanor was not an outwardly emotional person. There was a disconnect there, an inability within her to show affection. That said, there were a few people in her life she felt comfortable enough with to let loose, in some way. Those that she did consider close to her were nothing more than platonic friendships. Tetradore, from most angles, was just a stranger. She was constantly reminding herself of that, even when she draped her arm within his as they strolled into swarms of people in the market. She held onto him tight, her eyes bright and curious, the fae sometimes stepping onto her toes to study the exotic collections at the vendors' tables they passed in the street. The worry that only minutes before had warned her not to go with him, the fear that hung over her like a fog from one too many haunting exchanges with animal was still present. But with Tetradore, it was fleeting. Coming and going. Her brain attempting to constantly drum up the feelings of ill will to remind her to be vigilant and to be safe. Even if she wanted to believe she was safe tucked under the arm of the tall criminal here.

When he mentions the Ark, the fae looks up to him with a wide smirk across her face. She'd heard of the place of course -- she spent plenty of time in the Western part of the city to have heard the murmurs about the fighting rings. But alas, Eleanor was still very much a recluse. She didn't know anyone who could help her get access to such an event. Until now. "Deal." She said swiftly, with a quick nod of her head.

"I pictured you more of an Cai Guo-Qiang fan." She says nonchalantly as her slender body moves at random in an effort not to be swallowed by the people rushing past her. She could appreciate the work of both artists, very different in their nature and in their interpretations. But Tetradore here seemed, more explosive. Brilliant in a sporadic, dangerous way. Nevertheless, his chatter about Aivazovsky made her want to see the inside of the Ark event more. "I'm sure I could sell it at the university. You should bring it by."

Her studio was isolated, locked by a heavy university door and had no windows, as she requested. It was easy for her, in these conditions, to loose track of time when she was working. What were once pristine, white-washed walls and smooth, glossy hardwood floors had since been tarnished. Deep grooves marred the wood's surface from where a heavy block of marble had toppled over onto its side, and the scratches gave away the path in which she pushed it from one side of the room to the other. Charred holes in the dry wall and wood flooring showed where Eleanor had absent-mindedly left her wood burner on for too long, and ultimately burned through the surrounding baseboards. Paint had dried to the floor, flecks of it sticking to her bare feet when she stumbled past. Some of her work, the sketches closer to completion hung on the walls -- a glimpse for the professor whom came to check up on her once every so often, of what she was would produce for him next, and what he could sell at outrageous prices all across this city. He would be surprised, she mused, to one day find a Dali among them.

When they stopped in front of the restaurant, Eleanor's attention was drawn back to him and away from all the interesting pieces that left her mind awhirl with so many questions. She was a fairy, a being closely connected to the earth and familiar with using the planet's organic products for unconventional uses. But the array of products here went far beyond the berries and herbs she used at home and in the forest. "So this is it." She says finally, eyes squinting as she cocked her head up to look at the dark and dank building that stood before them. "I hope you're ready."




Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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