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    The North

    Within the Northern vicinity of the city the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high class victorian architecture. The streets are paved with stone, the buildings are made of brick, and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting. In the North every establishment is made to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - weather it be illegal or merely looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allow them the luxuries that the North provides.

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    St. Pancras Station

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    St. Pancras Station

    A historical train station renovated in to a luxury resort-style country club that unites Victorian elegance with contemporary style. Relax in the full-service spa featuring spa treatments, saunas, spa pools with hydro therapy & aqua bar, and relaxation lounges. The club offers many dining and entertainment options including Seven Sisters Lounge, Victoria Bistro, Barlow Gastropub and the formal St. Pancras restaurant as well as boutique shopping and event halls. Join The Chambers Club for a more exclusive entertainment experience.

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    The VooDoo Room

    The Voodoo Room is an award winning bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. The bar is filled with intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe to keep you coming back. Their mixologists meet the highest standards with our fantastical themed selections of cocktails and specials.

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    The Witchery

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    The Witchery

    Dark, gothic, and throughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's fabulously lavish suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence and luxury. The suites you have to choose from are: the Vestry, Sempill, the Old Rectory, the Library, the Turret, Heriot, Guardsroom, Armory.

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sending big waves into motion73.32.203.196Posted On January 19, 2018 at 1:54 PM by henry tudor



He hadn’t been waiting for a long time. It only seemed like minutes, but perhaps it had been a little longer. He had too much to think about – Sterling, Tetradore, Malia. It was a confusing mess to think about and quite often, it only gave him more of a headache. However, he had to figure out how to balance his life. He loved Sterling…but he didn’t want to hurt him. He had a crush on Malia – but he was with Sterling. And Tetradore…Tetradore had to go and fuck things up by turning him into a were. It was a jumbled mess and Henry needed to sort it out some way.

The door to the hospital room opened and young doctor stepped in. She didn’t look old enough to be a physician, but he supposed at this point, he would take anything to get his hand to stop hurting. Though he was thankful she was here. It was just the sort of distraction that he needed to keep himself from thinking about the fucked up mess he found himself in.

She steps closer, introducing herself as Miya…not Dr. Miya. She asks for his arm and he extends it for her, taking away the towel the nurse had handed her to keep pressure on the oozing wound. “It probably needs stitches. I’ve had worse, though.” He chuckled nervously as he waited for her to do her assessment. Perhaps she would agree with his own Dr. Google diagnosis, or perhaps she had her own.

When she declared that he was right and he needed stitches, he simply nodded his head at the plan of care. He knew the wound would need to be cleaned and he knew it was going to hurt like a bitch. Eyes followed her as she crossed the room, grabbing the equipment that she would need for the procedure. He wasn’t expecting her to ask his name, so it took a moment before he answered. “My name is Henry, Henry Tudor.” He hated his surname – so formal and most associated it with the Tudor family and the crazy people in it. Oh well. It was the name he had been blessed, or cursed, with.

She returns to his side with a warm, damp cloth and began to wipe away the dirt. He gives her the consent she needs, bracing himself by fisting his hand next to him. “I slipped on some ice and a rock attacked me.” He shrugged rather nonchalantly, not making a huge big deal out of the accident. He supposed he could have said that he got attacked, knifed, or something else that seemed more macho. But instead, he settled with the truth. He had been a part of too many lies lately and it was time he shaped up. The truth was always the right answer, wasn’t it? Maybe he should practice that more often.






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