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

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
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 Griffin

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

Maybe this is madness underneath my skin


Posted on February 24, 2018 by Spencer Lombardo
East


You call and I respond, the sparrow and the song
I miss you when you're gone



The air was cold, bitterly so, outside yet the inside of the green house gave no indication, the heat lamps almost causing the atmosphere to border on the side of sweltering, especially when the person working within the glass walls was dressed for the chill of winter. A cigarette hung loosely in the center of his mouth, unlit, as his attention drifted from his bad habits to the noticeable wilt in one of his beloved plants. While the shelves and tables were filled with troughs that carried the lifeblood of his potions (though you would not find traces of his most prized possessions here), his concern today was focused on a small flowering plant that was useless as an ingredient. While useless for his business, Spencer took unprecedented care of this particular flower due to sentimental value, something he rarely liked to admit he possessed. His fingertips lifted the wilting leaves, frowning at the browning edges, before murmuring gently. His words weaved gently through the warm air, tangling around themselves before separating then braiding together once again as they slipped into the soil. The plant seemed to greedily drink them up, the brown giving way to green, leaves lifting from their drooping positions. Fingertips gently rubbed the edges of a petal before withdrawing, satisfied that his possession was once again happy, healthy. A firm nod, he braced himself before leaving his sanctuary to return to the bitter weather and reality waiting outside.

While the plants were well stocked for their food supply, Spencer noticed that his kitchen had become rather light and needed a stocking of its own. He frowned, having always found food to be one of those annoyances. He didn't enjoy cooking and enjoyed food shopping even less but it would be necessary to prevent him from spending all his money eating out. Not to mention, it would be better for his health to make his own food rather than delivery, or at least that's what people claimed. Sighing irritably, he gathered the items needed for his venture to the grocery store. Once there, it was rather uneventful. There was the impatient wait for the slow-moving person to get their cart, the irritation of the person cutting him off to get the item they needed, the screaming brat, the group of teens not paying attention and blocking the whole walkway... Yes, just another irritable day of shopping. He sidestepped down an aisle he wouldn't need to avoid the overly crowded one next door when he heard a voice speak up. At first he had disregarded it since he wasn't expecting anyone to talk to him but, after a moment, realized aside from the shorter woman, he was the only one in the aisle.

"Hm?" He hummed in question, trying to recall what she had said. While he couldn't recall her exact words â€" that's what happens when lost in his own thoughts â€" he did put some context clues together to see her pointing toward the flour. There's that brief thought that flickers through his mind to keep going, to ignore her and pretend he hadn't heard. However, it was too late for that now since she clearly knew he had heard at least something. He scooted his cart to the edge, stepping up next to her to retrieve the item. Really though, who put the flour up there? That seemed rather uncalled for.

"Does it matter which one? And how many?" He questioned, glancing down toward her. "One or two?"



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