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

living like we're renegades; Raven


Posted on March 10, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West
long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers

THer bag dropped to the floor of the office with an audible thud, barely had it hit the ground before her hands were running through her hair to pull it up into a low ponytail that would still hide the back of her neck when complimented with the collar of the open button-up shirt she wore. She had been training at the Ark for the last few days mostly with the girl Raven who she had met when she had first come to make her plea for the position. It seemed she was holding to her promise to give Carolina a clean slate and not hold her past against her so long she wasn't given a reason. Hastily she hung the bag up before slipping through the kitchen and back to the bar.

The Ark had been a mixture of exactly what she had expected and nothing at all like what she thought it would be. The crowds that eagerly filled the place the lower the sun was in the sky were colorful to say the least, but she was no stranger to holding her own against such types. The work kept her busy, and that was the best thing for her. In the rush there was no time to think or dwell on things that otherwise tended to swim into the recesses of her mind. She was so tired when she finally fell into her bed at a time most were waking up that she barely even dreamed anymore. She was thankful for it, the more exhausted she was the less time she had to think or worry about things out of her control. It was... relieving.

She quickly busied herself setting up the bar for the long night ahead, the Ark was busy on a normal night but she had heard some specialty matches were to take place tonight which would no doubt draw an even bigger crowd. It was good news for her, more people meant more drinks which put more tip money in her pocket. She was happy to play the part of the flirtatious bar maid if it meant a few extra dollars left when they closed out their tabs, her outfit strategically chosen to aid in the loosening of their wallets. Wiping down the glasses and storing them for easy access alter she let her eyes drift across the quiet room into the rafters above where she always half expected to see the green-eyed owner of the place lurking in the shadows. As if he didn't have better things to do. Her hazel eyes swiftly drew back down as she let herself get swept away in the work.

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