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

Try to keep yourself awake


Posted on September 21, 2021 by Ben Collins
West

Was I left behind? Someone tell me, tell me I survived.



stop it. stop it. stop it. stop it.

Under the bright morning sun, Ben tried his best to keep his pace in line with Emerance. Whether real or made up, she was speedy, expertly navigating the damp, cracked sidewalks, despite the general bustle of the morning hour. But Ben was having trouble focusing. With the empty diner in his rearview, the sounds and thoughts of everything that passed him flooded his brain.

His blue eyes trained on her as she casually offered up some information about his new neighborhood. Ben wasn't flush with cash, but grew up in a well-to-do middle class family in the city. In early adulthood, he found himself drifting into more nefarious places and spending time with more questionable people, drawing himself into the underbelly of London. Seedy certainly felt right at home. He feigned a tight-lipped smile at her advice not to venture out after dark. "You got it, Em." He said over the commotion in his head.

Whether or not Em's thoughts and ideas drifted around in there or not, he'd never be able to make out. It wasn't like Ben knew what was happening to him anyway. It was all too loud. It was chaos. There was no exit. His brain was just busy like this until he took another pill. The noise never fully went away, he just became less agitated by it. The pills drifted him into a numb-like state. One that made him more "obedient." People who knew him seemed to like him best when he was obedient.

The plastic orange pill bottle still bulged from his denim pocket, what was left of the script he filled back home tossing around in there. Occasionally he wondered what he would do when the pills ran out. Would it send him into the same sort of recluse paranoia that got him committed the first time around? Ben grit his teeth and closed his eyes sharply. Now wasn't the time to worry about this.

"You must have somewhere more important to be." He blurted out, as they walked across the street. One grimy, gloved hand ran through the greasy blond locks before he returned it to the safe keeping of his pants pocket. "Even if you're a dream, there must be better looking blokes to haunt."

Ben Collins | Fairy | Vinyl

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