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.

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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

living like we're renegades


Posted on May 17, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

lost souls and reverie

"SHIT" The word was out of her mouth before she knew what was happening, drowned out by the peal of thunder that had sprung suddenly into the air and rumbled on for longer than was expected, the noise amplified by the metal container of the ship around that encased her. Might as well be more like a tomb she thought only momentarily as she ducked in the hallway as if a bomb had gone off and not some normal act of nature. It was bound to happen, sure, the odds were not in her favor to not eventually have a storm take place while she wasn't in her apartment but damn if this wasn't the least opportune time. She couldn't see the flash of lighting that no doubt lit up the skies before another boom vibrated the air around her and had her falling full to the floor with her arms draped over her face as if to shield her from the noise. Useless of course, her eyes scrunched closed until the tremor passed. She figured this was her one shot and made a mad dash down the long corridor and into the main bar room.

Scrambling across the slick floor she scurried behind the bar, clinging to it with white knuckles as if it might somehow save her. "The one time, the one fucking time..." Mumbled curses continued to fall from her pink lips as she thought about where she might find to hide until the storm passed. Hopefully it was just one of the usual early spring showers that roared in and roared out just as quickly. Every moment of it was a particular kind of hell for the leopard as another wave of sound crashed around her and she ducked into an empty space beneath the bar and covered her face.

Dark spaces always seemed the safest at such time, the claustrophobia an actual comfort as she began to hum. An old habit that helped block the rumbling thunder from her too sensitive ears. It took her back to another life, a child hiding beneath the stairs, a house filled with relations all in black, the first peal of thunder that had set her heart racing never to stop. She hated this fear, such a silly thing when there were real things to fear in the world, but this was what stopped her dead in her tracks. "Ridiculous," she muttered viciously, curling tighter into herself as another peal echoed overhead. She picked another tune, the noise brokenly filling her ears as she tried to concentrate it and not the world around her.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, she uncurled enough to notice the storm seemed to have passed. Slowly, like a nervous animal emerging from its den, she poked her head out of her hideaway followed eventually by the rest of her. Glancing around she was glad no one seemed to have come down to notice a grown woman hiding beneath the polished bar, early enough still that most hadn't come into the Ark yet. Lord forbid Tetradore ever see her in such a state, she might never recover! Still on her hands and knees she was about to stand when a cabinet door opening seemingly on its own knocked her back onto her rear, more surprising still when a small child appeared from within. "What the h-" She caught herself before the swear left her mouth, some inground Southern propriety forbade her from doing so in front of a child no matter how taken aback she was at the sight. The hell was a kid doing in a place like this. "Hello Maeve." She recovered, falling back to sit on her rear as her gaze looked the girl over. Was she lost? "I'm Carolina. What were you doing in there, sweetie?" Or in here for that matter, she thought but kept it to herself for now. Surely the girl didn't live here, not with everything that went on....

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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