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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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ice, ice baby124.168.145.246Posted On September 13, 2015 at 10:45 PM by Rixon Leifsson

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It is perhaps the first time he had ever truly had clothes thrown at him, the shirt and pants caught easily as the violet of his gaze examines them rather critically a moment before abruptly tossing the sweatshirt back towards her, moving to pull only the pants on leaving himself bare chested all the same.

“I do not feel temperature, you can keep your shirt, you will get cold well before I do.”

It was the truth, entirely, his abilities preventing any real need for him to utilise clothing for anything other than the constraints of society, head tilted downward once more to eye the pants all the same with marked distaste, having put them on simply to stop the poor girl from blushing so shamelessly as she did- even despite the amusement he took from it. Her mention of the riding crop in response to his question sees his own attention turn to her hands, watching her move it about between her fingers, eyes narrowed slightly upon it all the same. It had been years, truthfully, since anyone had ever sought to strike him with such a thing and yet, while agitating, it had at least proven that this girl was hardly the pushover she appeared. Her words however, are met with a decided shrug.

“There are riding stables here, in the South, how did you know I simply wasn’t from there? How did you know you weren’t injuring priceless breeding stock?”

He chuckles again, quite content to imply that he was rather then stud when he chose to be, teasing at her again if only because it was simply so easy to do so- arms folding across his chest now as the girl proceeded to mount her horse once more, content to scowl down at him. Humans were such an odd species- perhaps he should have expected no different. Her words once more, seeming tainted with frustration, or perhaps simple confusion it truly was hard to tell, she could hardly be blamed really, the poor girl had surely had quite the night.

“Well then, I should hate to keep you any longer. Can you manage to get yourself home from here on that animal, or do you need me to walk you home? It would be….unfortunate if you fell off again.”
He hardly cares truly, which she might choose, simply inquiring as to whether she could actually make it home with hr injury else she needed some sort of assistance to get there. See? He’s not all bad now is he?




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