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    The South

    Although the southern parts of the city might not have the luxuries of the north or the down town vibe of the east, but these suburbs still have their own sort of charm. Here small neighborhood owned shops often run rampant, individuals often know each other by first name. The west is a quaint, quiet part of town. It's the sort of place where children can be seen playing safely on the sidewalks and clamoring in the park. On the weekends in the families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters that surround the city.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    owned by Adelaide Labelle
    3 employees

    Beachside Bar & Bistro

    Resting right on the beach near the small, locally owned shops and markets sits a bar and bistro with an elegant yet modern interior. There is seating both indoors and outdoors on the back patio where one can enjoy the melodic sounds of saltwater waves and fresh air. The menu consists of French dishes alongside American and Seafood choices and a wide range of liquors at the bar inside to accommodate the varied tastes and cravings of its customers. It is a charming little establishment that allows for those needing a break from the busy city streets to come and unwind.

    Owner Adelaide Labelle

    Barkeeper Killian Carrick
    Waitress Abigail Hughes
    Waitress Elain Daray

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    Hyde Park

    Hyde Park

    Hyde Place takes up a large part of the Southern side of the city and includes a large playground, several fountains, and a small garden. The park is open from five in the morning till midnight though many shady characters may visit this place while it's technically "closed". The park has also been a venue for several concerts and hosts many holiday related events. Under a full moon, witches are often seen here for the sacred ground beneath the iconic Weeping Beech.

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    The Outskirts

    The Outskirts

    Beyond the city limits and over the bridge lies the deep, dark, and almost impenetrable forest. Often times seen as a way to guard this magical city from the world that surrounds it, many are entirely ignorant of the evil that may creep between those tree trunks. Many were-creatures use the forest for the transformations of their newest members and some even take to hunting here. It isn't particularly peculiar for people to go missing within this forest but once you get through, the rest of the world awaits.

I'm gonna dance on broken glass75.166.131.242Posted On March 03, 2018 at 6:44 PM by kathryn murphy

Kathryn Quinn
I bet on me and my own heartbeat


Names were a beautiful thing. There was one particular name that always stuck on in Kathryn’s mind, perhaps because throughout her childhood it was said in whispered tones of her grandparents, and the times it was mentioned was few and far in between, years and years in fact upon it being mentioned, and most often it was closely tied to her mother’s name as well.

The name was Charlotte.

Kathryn always wanted to climb out from the wall she was hiding behind and ask who Charlotte was, and if Kathryn knew her or not. But she had never gotten the nerve to. Frankly, as much as she wanted to the answer, receiving it frightened her. Of course, any time the name was mentioned Kathryn would pile up a few theories of it origins. She had guessed everything from an old dog that perhaps her grandparents had at some point, a distant cousin, and the worst one being that maybe when her mother had run off, leaving Kathryn behind with her grandad and grammy, she had had another baby. A daughter named Charlotte. Still, despite these logical answers, none of them had ever felt quite right.

“Those are quite unique,” she says gently. “I think my mom just said the first name that popped into her head for a baby girl,” Kathryn offers and laughs slightly.

Her body immediately tenses as Emerson mentions that was in for a…er…treat of being able to experience cold weather here in Sacrosanct. “Wow, snow,” she says, widening her blue eyes slightly. “I mean I’ve seen snow before, when my family would go skiing, but I can't say I have ever lived in it before,” she says, and a shiver ushers forth from her involuntarily. As if it were a practice shiver for the cold winter months ahead.

Kathryn waits patiently for Emmy’s response to her own question of what brought her here. And the answer that this girl with beautiful blonde hair is certainly not an Kat was expecting or at all prepared for. “Oh,” she says, surprised. She raises that delicate hand to her mouth. “I’m so sorry,” she says and then she extends her hand and softly touches Emmy’s shoulder for only a moment, with all the gentleness of a snowflake landing on eyelashes. Kathryn has not a single inkling of what the additional details of the story could be, and Kathryn, being Kathryn, decides she ought not to pry. “Is there any way that I can help?” She asks tilting her head slightly, long locks falling just a minuet amount to the side. “I may not know many people here, but I am pretty tenacious, at least thats what my grandparents had told me,” she says, tries to usher forth a puff of laughter, but it fails and sounds more like a sigh. “Girls have to stick together these days,” she says and as Kathryn reaches out her hand for Emmy’s, the breeze picks up once again. It light, elegant, and it gently tugs at the locks of dark brown and blonde. It feels reassuring, as Kathryn attempts to be to this stranger. She smiles, and she knows a smile is not enough, but she hopes it at least reveals to Emmy the support Kathryn will give to her. Despite having only just met, the young witch doesn't want Emmy to exit her life just yet.



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