East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Barista Alexis Wilde

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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Marcello

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (Elain)


Posted on February 10, 2018 by Hazel
East Reopen Thread


Bridget Satteree

Coffee is cherished within the girl's grasp, the heat melting onto her slender fingers and the scent almost makes her heart flutter. As a chronic insomniac, coffee is what makes Hazel feel alive. No cream, no sugar, just liquid gold. Although, after how much the cafe charged her for the small paper cup, the contents had better be genuine gold. Hazel praises any higher power that her dear uncle left her with a large inheritance, one that she has yet to touch and has only grown over the decades, or she would be living off less than crumbs. Being a King's favorite certainly has its advantages.


The inheritance has already been put to good use. The fae had been treated as a princess as a child, then lived as the opposite when she grew older. She could easily live as a commoner once more, but she does not wish to. Hazel quite likes living in a bit of luxury. The house is completely paid for, trendy furniture fills the rooms, and a new wardrobe has her closet satisfied. The retail workers aided Hazel in finding her modern sense of style. Before, she never had the chance to develop her own fashion sense, as they call it. She never had a space of her own to decorate, even her own body. From the castle, she donned various dresses picked by others, then from the field she wore a plain uniform. All, however, were dresses. Now she strides down a busy sidewalk in skintight jeans, a large powder pink sweater allowing for modesty above her mid thigh, and hair pulled neatly into a high ponytail save a few strands to frame her face. Her feet are a tad clumsy in 'timbs', as the saleswoman called them, but the blessing of appearing modern while being cursed to not particularly feel so is quite contenting. If she walked these same streets in a dirndl, she'd be a spectacle.


And yet she holds her head high. These strangers do not need to know about her crippling two years in rehabilitation, gaining her muscle mass and putting meat back onto her bones from seventy decades of starvation. They do not need to know about her days during the wars, staving off death in anyway possible. Sometimes losing, sometimes saving a being who is merely a shell of their former self. They do not need to know, and they will not. Because to them Hazel is someone they can only wish to be, without the torment inside.


She sips her coffee gingerly, worried it may still be too hot. It isn't, thank the heavens. It had become tortuous to just simply hold the drink. It's for only a moment when she feels whole. Like maybe she could belong here, until she begins to study those she passes out of the corner of her amber eyes. A man and a woman, arms interlocked and smiles plastered on their faces. A group of young girls whispering in each other's ear, giggles bubbling out of their throats. The satisfaction felt seconds ago diminishes. She cannot be complete without others, for what is life if it is not shared? Hazel takes another sip, but in that same moment the sidewalk became uneven. Her mind fell back down from the clouds, but it was not fast enough. If it weren't for her terribly clompy boots, she would have caught herself the moment her toe misstepped. Except, she didn't. Her knees hit the ground first, followed by the heels of her hands. Coffee pours onto the pavement, cup sideways and plastic lid unattached. A string of violent curses spill from her mouth.

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