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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

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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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Rollin in, I feel a dark swell (Vitani) 72.174.74.6Posted On January 08, 2018 at 9:23 PM by Ludovino Donati

Ludovino Donati
It feels like I only go backwards

“Yes, everything is taken care of,” Ludo pressed the end call button on his phone. God, I’m exhausted he sighed, contemplating of just going home and sleeping the rest of the night away, or treating himself to a fine scotch upon his most recent mission finally being wrapped up. It was a long venture, having to scout out some shady super naturals lurking amongst Noah’s Ark district. They definitely put up a good fight too, but nothing Ludo couldn’t handle. There was way more work here than he initially anticipated. He was glad his paycheck was well above what he was used to as means to live on, but there was something internally plaguing the city that hid beneath it’s core that he wanted to figure out. He knew Miya who was a human had experienced odd encounters, especially when she expressed that she was attacked by a vampire. Ludo was relieved she survived, and was still able to proudly call herself human. Yet, the regular person should not have such information to the supernatural world. Part of his job was to, eradicate those corrupted individuals who decidedly tried to expose themselves or others to human beings.

He found himself sauntering about the rainy city streets, appreciating the reflection of the stoplights bouncing back up at him. Childishly splashing through the puddles, he saw that he was close to the VooDoo Room. “Hmmm,” he eyed the invitingly lavish entryway and placed his hand upon the door handle only to see a platinum blonde woman waltz up to the establishment. Mere reflexes, he opened the door and politely stated, “After you.” Without much hesitation it seemed, she passed right by him, escaping into the crowded cesspool of people. He was surprised, most women were automatically charmed by such demeanor, but everybody had their tastes, he supposed. Looking around seeing that there was no other person he needed to hold the door for, he strode into the establishment.

The first thing that caught his eye was the ritzy chandelier that hung elegantly in the middle of the bar. It definitely felt like the Rococo style buildings he knew back home in Italy. He always appreciated the Art Nouveau stylized places that held whimsical but aristocratic elements about them. However, his gaze was met next to the limited seating the room held. I suppose I’ll worry about the drink I’m having first he convinced himself, walking up to the bartenders counter, analyzing all of the varieties of alcohol that were sprawled about the back counter. Waving his hand to beckon the bartender closer, he leaned in and expressed his desire to have the Oban scotch whiskey. Admittedly, he was more intrigued by how crystal clear the whiskey seemed, rather than his knowledge about the type.

He clasped his right hand around the small glass and brought the drink up close to his nostrils and sniffed. It exuded an aroma that was sweet and spicy. Taking a small sip and picking apart the drink he found that it coated his tongue like more of a malt, and there was a lovely smokiness that lingered in the aftertaste. Before he knew it, there was other people behind him in line, waiting to come up and order their drinks. Shifting to the side, he peered around to see if there was an open seat anywhere. There he saw the same blonde haired woman, taking up a booth by herself and absorbed in her own world. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to ask if I could just take a seat.. He made his way over until he was standing above her, clearing his throat. “Scusi, mind if I sit here?”

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