North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.

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Posted on July 12, 2014 by Séamus O’Malley
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KISS ME
i'm irish

"I'm leaving you, O'Malley."

The Irish man lifts his jade eyes from his watch and fixates upon the red haired damsel. How many times had he heard this one? Far too many. They didn't even have a relationship anymore. It was pretty much one night stand after one night stand and yet she kept crawling back for more. More, that he himself, wasn't willing to give. A sigh emits from his kissers as he lifts his upper body from the bed and runs a large hand through black locks. He leans forward, arms laying in between sprawled out legs as he waits for her to drone on. She doesn't though, and instead has fixed him with a hopeful gaze. Did she truly believe the dashing warlock would stop her if she walked out again for the hundredth time?

" Come now love, we both know you don't mean that. " He states matter of factly, his thick accent causing his voice to appear lower and more husky than appropriate. She never could resist his accent and that half smile of his. This time though, she appears immune, scowling at him from underneath fiery bangs. Her freckled face scrunches, brown eyes seeming to darken as she shakes her head vigorously. "I mean it, love " She mimics him, her voice dripping with venom and causing him to arch a brow as he simply falls back on to the bed with a groan. Hands come to his face, rubbing as he exhales in exasperation. He says nothing, doesn't fight for her to stay and instead waits patiently for the satisfying sound of a door opening and slamming to reach his ears.

O'Malley lifts his hands from his face, peering around the room as if to see if she were really gone. She was. He smirks, a low short chuckle falling from him as he slides from the bed. Grabbing the plain white tee on the chair and the light brown leather jacket, he gets dressed, glancing once more at the clock upon his wrist. Five minutes late. The fiery mistress would have to wait for their usual game of cat and mouse for he had far more important people to meet up with this day. Slipping from the Rectory, he makes his way down to the VooDoo room, casually mixing with the other inhabitants as he finds a seat at the bar.

ooc: wow, sorry this sucks :/ <3


" speaking."
Séamus O'Malley
WARLOCK
male . single . twenty-six .

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