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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    3 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

they'll pick your bones clean101.180.53.52Posted On March 21, 2017 at 3:34 PM by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

She was so…energetic. That was really the only word he could think of to describe her. Well- aside from bossy. She was bossy too. Outside of that though she was some sort of female hurricane of organisation that seemed to have blown in with the sole purpose of trying to tie up her loose ends along with all her own like some unstoppable force. It was, in hindsight, perhaps a foolish idea to tell a doctor he was on a special diet. Chances were she knew about every diet known to man- mostly and he was going to be hard pressed to find one she didn’t have some medical opinion on. The woman apparently relishing this challenge of finding something he might enjoy eating before asking after a list of what he could and couldn’t it. To be fair, he supposed there was little he couldn’t it, he just didn’t exactly have a need too or much of a want to eat those foods he’d once enjoyed as a human. How many of these meals was she planning to make him? God he was going to have to hide it somewhere and pretend he ate it.

“I’ll….give you a list later. You won’t have to worry often though, I eat out a lot.”

Well- he did. The topic changing to rent was perhaps some small mercy, Arlo frowning slightly before attempting to explain she didn’t actually need to be on time with rent all the time and really she was just making him look worse with this much promptness on her part. The woman fixing him with a glare of sorts as if this lack of rent was a truly great crime, the young vampire struggling not to chuckle at her serious face. She would make a good doctor, he supposed, they always looked serious. Mi declaring she could not let her half of the rent go unpaid as if this was a great service to the world, Arlo’s eyes rolling slightly, though playfully all the same before she reminded him his share was now only half of what he was paying before. That, in the least, was good news. His features brightening once more.

“True. That’ll make things more manageable on my end. I might not even be late next month.”

It would be easier to scrimp together half the amount he’d already barely been covering. One or two good marks and he’d have that money within a few days. Arlo assuring himself he’d have to make his next few meals count to cover it. Someone wealthy- or at least, with more than a few dollars on them. The clubs on the North side would be better for that. Maybe he’d head that way tonight if it didn’t rain again. Rain was far to displeasing to go out in and he had just eaten last night- he could go a few nights before the hunger got too much. It was Mi alone whom broke that chain of thought, the girl suggesting it must be difficult never having the money, Arlo’s shoulders shrugging easily. It wasn’t easy, he supposed and yet millions of people had struggled before him and millions would afterwards- if anything he was breaking that stereotype that vampires were always wealthy. He was doing a civic duty. The young woman’s sudden offer of a loan was met with a quizzical look, Arlo frowning slightly as one hand lifted to rub at the back of his head almost absentmindedly. Stealing money was one thing, borrowing another- it was the borrowing that tended to get him into more trouble.

“It should be fine, I’ll let you know. Thanks though, I guess.”

Her sudden assurance that she would know if he was cheating her was met with a scoff of sorts, that lopsided grin working its way back onto his features. How adorable that she seemed to think that. Mi having so little understanding of just how good he was when it came to that and yet, really, he had no intention of swindling his own roommate. He rather liked it here. In fact, he rather liked her too. Strange as she was. The vampire moving towards those piles of boxes with some offer to help. After all, if he had any talent- then lifting heavy things was surely part of it. Arlo nodding at her mention of that doctorate she was hoping to get at the end of the year as he moved to pick up that first box- waiting to be directed as to where she wanted it.

“Furniture? What’s wrong with that couch? We have furniture.”

That furniture meant ‘more than one couch and a table with two chairs’ had clearly not occurred to him. What else could she possibly need? Somewhere to sit and somewhere to sleep seemed logical enough, let alone the fact he could hardly afford to buy any more furniture, even if he went halves with her. Maybe humans just needed more…stuff. Even when he had been one though he was sure he hadn’t had much more than this. Maybe he was remembering wrong. Then again, that spare room didn’t even have a wardrobe. She probably wanted somewhere to put her clothes. That offer to come with her met with a momentary look of intrigue before he frowned, head shaking softly.

“Nah, I….will be asleep. I work all night so I sleep all day. I don’t see the sun a lot. I don’t have a preference though, you can buy anything you like.”

It was possible for him to be awake, but the effort it took to keep himself up during those daylight hours was often monumental, let alone the risk of the sun incinerating him. She would have to take on her furniture adventure alone it seemed. This idea of companionship seeming to stir that grin back to his features as he asked after the surely attractive nursing friends she must have. Arlo assured they were welcome any time. The man wholeheartedly disappointed to find Mi hadn’t made any yet.

“That’s because you haven’t been to one of my parties. I used to have amazing parties before I- moved here. I don’t know that many people either but I could rally a few. Either way, when you go to work tomorrow, make some friends- preferably nurses.”

He grinned readily once more before reaching for another box, this one filled to the brim with books- Arlo lifting it far too easily upward before taking it to where she directed.

“I’ll have to introduce you to my pet later. You like animal’s right? I mean I know the landlord has a no pets rule but this one’s pretty cute and technically not really a pet I guess. She might come by later in the week. I thought she was a cat, turns out she’s some kind of Panda.”

He moved to pull his phone from his pocket, finger swiping across it before turning it around to show the young woman those photos of what was clearly a Red Panda sitting on his shoulder or lying on his chest or sitting at the dining room table or on the kitchen bench. Arlo quite the avid photographer of what he clearly had taken to making his ‘pet’ even despite how many codes of ethics keeping an exotic animal surely violated within a residential apartment building.


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