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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
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.
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.
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
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
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.
The more distance put between Harper, her new companion, and the car the better she was feeling and the more tension slowly drained from her body language. She was a little surprised no comments were made about the car but maybe this girl hadn't realised what was happening? Did Harp really get so lucky? That would be an amazing turn! Oh wait, no, there was the other shoe. Her friendly stranger hadn't missed her avoidance and that just brought some of the skittishness back. She kept the grin on her face, though she pulled part of her bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it momentarily. Well, could it really hurt anything? She wasn't like at a complete disadvantage in her human form. Bitch could run like hell if she needed to.
"Ah, well, I'm like a ringtail? Or like a ringtail cat, as it's sometimes called." Would this girl even know what that was? Hell, Harper hadn't even known until she looked it up. Not like she had parents that could be like "Oh, this is what you are and here's how this all works." No, no her experience was more like "Harper, where the hell were you? It's past curfew! Do this again and you'll be on the streets!" followed by a lot of "Fuck yous" and more screaming and more arguing and then - Nope, no time to go down that rabbit hole.
"It basically means I'm cute as fuck." She laughed, waving a hand flippantly before trying to direct the conversation on so there'd be no time for dwelling. She was boring. She'd much rather learn more about her new companion. Keep the attention off her personal shit and onto someone else's! "Stuck? You can get stuck in that form?" Harper couldn't help the slight alarm in her voice, worried that if it happened to this person who seemed so comfortable with what she was then what on earth could stop it from happening to Harper? The girl who stumbled through things like a drunk on St Patrick's Day?! "Damn girl. Well, welcome to the human world! Where we still eat, sleep and fuck like animals but we have to pay for the experiences by getting terrible jobs we all hate or by mooching!" Harper's exaggerated welcome speech, filled with lots of sardonic enthusiasm, was punctuated with a light tap on the other's shoulder with the back of Harper's hand, her grin firmly in place, followed by a quick wink.
Oh right! Names! They should probably exchange those so it's not just "Hey you!" and "that girl I know". "Malia? I like your name; it's nice! I'm Harper." Harper felt Malia tense up, leaving her arm slung over Malia's shoulders while she had an internal panic about whether or not she should remove it. However, when she felt Malia beginning to relax (or at least not-tense) followed by a smile, she decided to leave her arm there. It was all in good fun, anyway. Cause harm? The last thing on Harper's agenda. As they strolled along the street, there were a few times that Malia would be spun in one direction or another as Harper got excited about this or that place, spinning the two of them whole-bodily to look. However, she quit doing that after the fourth time nearly sent her flat on her butt after she tripped on her own feet, laughing as she scrambled to regain her balance and not take them both out. On the mention of cheese fries, all thoughts of tacos and margaritas were forgotten, Harper latching onto the enthusiasm of Malia. Suddenly, all that mattered were cheese fries and off Harper went shoving their way into a restaurant. It was only once they were indoors that her arm was removed from Malia's shoulders, finally removing herself from her personal space but simply because now it was time to eat and Harper was, simply, ravenous.
"So, Malia," she started around as she nudged some of the remaining cheese fries on the tray in front of them, looking for the perfect one, "What's there for fun around here? I just moved to this city." Ah, this one! Perfect ratio of cheese to fry. "I mean, besides startling random strangers in nice cars." She teased as she popped the fry into her mouth.
(OOC: I skipped ahead a bit through the dinner, figured it would be boring watching Harper inhale her food, ha ha.)