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

i know the feeling


Posted on October 10, 2017 by henry tudor
West



It was an ordinary day and ironically, Henry was feeling a little more conflicted than normal. Sterling was alive. He still wasn't quite sure how to process this news. While he was thankful that he had not killed his lover, he still was unsure where he stood. It wasn't like they could just go back to how things were. He loved the man...but he was scared of himself. He was scared to love Sterling so fiercely. Even though Sterling had been the one to suffer physical trauma from his attack, he had suffered emotional trauma that could not be fixed by bandaids and glue.

Entering the ark, Henry went straight for the bar, wanting to get himself a few cheap drinks to help ease his conscious. He wasn't sure what to do about the Sterling situation, but he had to try to figure something out.

So once he was seated, he simply looked up at the bartender. Your usual, Henry? Henry nodded his head. "Thanks, Sam. Make it a double." The bartender nodded and grabbed a glass, placing a few small ice cubes at the bottom before pouring a heaping serving of whiskey. Picking up the drink, he relished the Applewood scent before he took a sip, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it settled into his stomach.

He was nearly finished with his glass when a hand on his shoulders caught his attention. He was getting good at tuning out the heightened senses. At first they were overwhelming, but the more he practiced, the better he got at tuning everyone out. Eyes looked up at Tetradore as he came to settle himself between Henry and the barstool next to him. "You want to talk here? Or your office?" He motioned to the open seat next to him. He wasn't quite sure what Tetradore wanted to talk to him about, but he supposed if it was sensitive enough, he might prefer the privacy of his office instead of the open bar.




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