West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

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Posted on June 12, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
West


It had been a long night at the burlesque. The longer that the faerie girl spent in the building, the more the headache her empathetic power seemed to grow. Today had been one of those nights that the building was bursting with customers - they'd had to turn several patrons away due to the fire code regulations - and the waitresses had needed any help that they could get. Samantha was hardly the type to hide up in the office and watch her employees struggle. No, she'd thrown herself onto the floor, working on taking tables that the other girls weren't able to handle, even pouring drinks to help the bartender keep up. It had been a busy night, yet a profitable one. In retrospect, the night had gone fast, though the headache that had plagued the girl by the hundreds of emotions bouncing in her head had made it feel like every minute was hours.

She was glad, then, when the last of the patrons had left. She had joined the girls for a drink afterwards, every single fae needing a pick me up after the rush of the evening. It was normally the kind of thing the Faerie Queen avoided, choosing to hide in the office and work on closing duties rather than join them. But inventory could wait until tomorrow, no, tonight the girl needed it all the same. She couldn't help but enjoy herself, either. The girls were starting to enjoy her presence, just as she was - ever so slowly - beginning to trust and enjoy theirs.


But no, she was still plagued by the thoughts that Frost had put into her head. Thoughts that the faerie women who had captured and tortured her and created her were out to get her. That they were looking for her in the hands of her boyfriend, in the hands of anyone that she trusted. She'd already told Ivy and Dorian to stay off the streets, and had advised the fae girls at the burlesque to do the same. But even though she knew that it wasn't safe out there, she was still stuck on those streets or sleeping on the couch in her office at the burlesque. Her lack of a car was certainly a problem when the buses didn't run in the middle of the night.

Still, it wasn't particularly far from the burlesque to her home in the West. She couldn't justify not walking home, even if anxiety clawed at her every nerve ending. At least she'd taken Nadya up on her offer to train her in her new power, and had figured out she could use it as a shield - or possibly a weapon - if she needed to. She hoped she didn't need to, but it at least made her feel a little bit better as she walked the dark streets of the West side, checking over her shoulder every few steps. The streets were deserted, of course - even the patrons of the Ark that she came across occasionally on her walk home were already long gone.

So it was surprising to feel the sudden burst of emotion near her. Immediately, the faerie queen skidded to a stop, eyes darting around to see where the source of anger and self-loathing was coming from. The emotions weren't shiny in the way that faeries' were, so at least the girl had that to relax her paranoia. No, this was something else entirely. Not a Were, definitely not a vampire or a faerie. That left... what, exactly? A Hunter? The girl frowned as she started forward again, catching a glimpse ahead of her of the woman with the white hair. "Hey," Samantha called out against her better judgment, determined that if she was going to be near this woman, she at least wanted to know what she was made of. "Are you alright?"

Samantha Cassidy

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