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

are you wondering is it life or death


Posted on August 03, 2017 by henry tudor
West



Henry did much care if the alcohol tasted good, bad, expensive, or cheap. It was alcohol and it was just something that he could use to drown himself in while he pitied himself. He really wanted to take a hit of a joint or do a line of coke. That was what he usually fell back on. But he was trying not to allow himself to fall that far down the rabbit hole. He and Sterling had worked very hard to get himself clean. It seemed silly to waste all that effort. And now that she could be of some relation to the one person who had fucked up his life and made it more complicated than it already was, he wasn't sure what he was going to do now.

He asked if she was any relation to Aiden, wanting to know if he was going to get himself in the doghouse for fraternizing with her. He wasn't sure what the rules were about this kind of thing. He was just hanging on for dear life and hoping he didn't fuck things up any more than they already were.

She introduced him as her brother and he sighed. "He never mentioned a sister." He took another sip of his alcohol before asking the bartender for another. When she mentioned that most referred to him by last name, he shrugged. "I can't figure out what to call him." Aiden didn't seem to flow right, Tetradore seemed far too ganster-like, and "maker" or some form of that didn't feel right either. In fact, this whole were-thing in general didn't feel right but it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter.

He sighed softly as he took another sip of the whiskey, feeling it burn his throat as he mentioned that he was here to learn a little bit about himself. He wasn't sure what he was going to learn...but surely something would come to him. Her question caught him a little off guard. "He didn't tell you he fucked up someone's life?" This was news that he might would have shared with his own sister. "I used to be human." He left it at that. She would be able to connect the dots. He wasn't about to unload his life problems on her, though. What he had done to Sterling was his own fault. It was something he would have to learn to live with.




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