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

Baptized in Blood


Posted on June 18, 2014 by Chemistry Koi
West






Had she had known that people were giving the scared woman an hassle she would have growled her distaste before offering to give them the same scars that laced her face. She was only given a peek and she longed to see the full effect on the woman's face, to trace the pad of her finger down them. For all the bad that tips the scales within her there was some good, some loyal streak that reared its head here and there. Yet she did not know and as such she made her way to the door, determined to find the red head before she could slip away.

Finally, it seemed like forever she swam through the throng of horny dancers, she saw the door. Pushing it wide open, delighting in the sound it made as it clanged against the side of the building, she slipped past before it could swing back and smack her dead center. Glancing down each lane she quickly spots the hooded figure, her slim bodice making its way down the street. Oh no she didn't. Picking up speed she catches her, careful not to touch because she had yet to figure her out, her voice calling out in hopes of slowing her. A smile dancing in her own grey eyes as she gives her response, glad that she had managed to stop the red head vixen.

She wanted to see her red curls bounce when she shook her head yet the hood effectively hid them from view, pity.

"Never? Now where is the fun in that? Now do tell me, why is it that you hide yourself away?"

Head tilts, quite like how dogs do when they are trying to figure out what the hell their human is saying, yet her eyes are soft and curious. It did occur to her that if it was not a date then what was it but it was not really that important. If the vixen wanted to tell her than she would, Chemi was too much a street girl not to know that basic concept. It, however, did wet her curiosity even more, and she had an expansive curiosity.

"Hey no problem, he was sooo dull."

Her eyes roll at the thought of the man the red head had entertained, suddenly realizing that she needed something else to call the red head.

"I'm Chemistry, you have any other plans for tonight? I'm free to keep you company."

And suddenly she was, quite content to spend the evening in semi casual bliss getting to know someone that seemed quite the enigma. A softer, friendlier side peeking through her usual sensual and hard demeanor. It could be nice right...having a friend?





Submerged in BLOOD | The Dead they SMILE
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