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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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

sharp objects make me giddy


Posted on December 25, 2018 by Katarina Foster
West


She hated that Kohl was in this predicament because of her. If he'd never met her, he could be a thousand miles away by now, maybe in Paris with his friends or even back in his apartment, still fucking everything on two legs and be none the wiser. He wouldn't be in danger. This was her fault and she hated herself for it. She would take back everything they shared if it meant he could be safe and sound somewhere right now. She knew her heart would never recover if she lost him. She could feel the blade still moving in Kohl's hand and knew he was almost done cutting the rope. Now she just needed to make him an escape so he could get out of here and as far away from her as possible. She was going to keep Viktor busy one way or another.

The moment came when Viktor stepped closer, wanting to show his power by doing the lowest of things, hitting her. Kat took the moment, steeling herself and kicking into her powers to know when he was going to do it and how. Then she dodged the hit meant for her and went low, taking his feet out from under him. As she came up, she threw blades at three of his men, taking them down to make an escape route. Kohl was already up and going and she beamed with pride to see him so quick to action. She just wanted to see him gone so she would know he was safe. She watched as he made it to the doorway and her heart leapt into her throat, a bitter sweet moment as she prepared to say a mental good bye to the man she loved. Now he just needed to keep going and never look back.

But that stubborn ass stopped and turned back to her. The words died in her throat as her eyes widened in sudden panic. No, he couldn't stay here. He would die. She started to shout at him to keep running, to go, but her powers kicked in and she knew someone was about to stab her. She knew she could dodge it but she wanted Kohl gone so he didn't see, cause it was already too late for her to move and not get hit. She would be stabbed, but it wouldn't be fatal. But Kohl wouldn't leave if he saw her get hurt. So she needed him to leave now. She was surprised to see something fly out of his belt and start whirling around in his hand though. Were those cards? Her brows furrowed. She found herself mesmerized by it instead of thinking about the man still about to stab her. She should be doing something.

And then Kohl flicked his wrist and the cards flew right at her. She gasped, wondering what was going to happen as they flew right past her and she heard screaming. Turning, she watched as the man who was about to stab her fell to the ground, bleeding from thousands of cuts all over his body, or so it seemed. Her eyes went wide in shock. Was she impressed? Hell yes. The man wasn't dead, only wounded and losing a lot of blood but as she turned back to Kohl, she could already see the guilt in his eyes and her own gaze softened. This wasn't his world, his life. He couldn't hurt people. She needed to get him out of here. He called out to her, telling her they had to go. She bit her lip, knowing that he wasn't going to leave her. He was too stubborn. She glanced around. No Viktor. He probably already ran to regroup and come at her again. She'd lost her chance.

Deciding getting Kohl to safety meant more than revenge, she sighed and ran after him, grabbing his hand as she ran past him in the doorway. "Come on, slow poke!" She pulled him along, trying to forget about the tingling where she was touching him and the electric shock that went through her the minute she did touch him. God, how she'd missed that. Even now, her body was zinging, like she was on a caffeine spree or something. It was because of him. Any time she was near him, she'd never felt more alive. She'd felt so empty the past few months without him. One hit of his presence and she was already addicted again. Pathetic. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and tried not to think about her racing heart as she pulled him out of the warehouse district and further into town. They needed to find some place to lie low. Where should they go?


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