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

there's beauty in the breakdown


Posted on April 28, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

It is nights such as these that she enjoys most of all. Nights during which she might abandon some portion of her outwardly professional and heinously modest self and surrender wholly to the tantalizingly curled and beckoning finger of the city she has come to cherish more than she ever would have anticipated. Even now, as the constellation of brightly glowing lights dance and flicker against the oceanic blue of her irises, Isolt can feel her muscles pulling taut in the most delicious anticipation of the extravagance and casual abandon that has been promised to her for near a fortnight. It had taken no inconsiderable amount of tactful coercion in order to procure her company for the evening; Harley had been somewhat less than enthused by the overall idea of a street festival. It had, in the end, taken no less than the promise of alcoholic recompense and the leaflet for a locally-organized band to lure the raven-haired woman away from whatever mischief she might have planned instead.



It had been decided, mainly by merit of Isolt's intense desire to meander about, that the young redhead woman would arrive beforehand in order to glean her own amusement from the festivities taking place. And yet regardless she had found herself lingering upon the outskirts of a crowd gathered to bear witness to the first set of another local cache of musicians. The cacophonous rock and roll, though not her usual genre, seemed to ignite within her an undeniable spark of intrigue. She was, by no means, a participant in the mosh pit already forming at the forefront of the crowd, nor would she ever consider allowing strangers to hoist her up to sail upon their upturned palms; but, the timely beat of the drums seemed to sync ever so fortuitously with her own heartbeat. And so, she simply stood outside the tightly packed amalgamation of bodies, listening intently with a soft simper pulling coyly at her lips.



That was... until a very familiar wallet suddenly appeared within her line of sight, her entire body swiveling to take in the gentleman who had it extended to her. "Oh my gosh, thank you! I swear I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to my body," she offered, chuckling anxiously and nibbling at the soft cushion of her bottom lip in an admittedly vain attempt to tarry the nervous rambling that threatened to ensue. It was a quirk of her personality that the young redhead was generally quite nervous around strangers, having never acquired anything akin to the nonchalant confidence that seemed to be Harley's mainstay. She is spared whatever silent awkwardness might have ensued by the sudden and admittedly unexpected arrival of a rather tall, broad and sinewy gentleman who seemed to appear from nowhere at all. He positioned himself at Isolt's side, his towering frame looming above her as some stoic monolith, the cool depths of his grey eyes traveling the length of her lithe frame before landing with unmistakable abhorrence upon the gentlemen opposite her. "Is there a problem here, miss?" And though the glacial distance of his tone suggested that a response was neither expected nor particularly desired, the young woman allowed her eyes to flick between both men, a response tumbling nonetheless from her lips. "Um... no." But he appeared to be listening no longer, if ever he had been to begin with, one intricately tattooed hand traveling ever so subtly to the denim pouch of his back pocket...




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