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

I ain't no fortunate son


Posted on June 05, 2019 by Darcy Blackjack
West



Darcy's fingers moved with a quick and practiced ease. The vampire counting out his takings for the night. Four rounds of poker, five of blackjack, a hand of texas hold 'em and he'd more then cleaned up. That Southern Vampire having becoming something of a parlour trick himself. Those challengers flocking from all around the country for the chance to out play him at the very game he was named for. He enjoyed the sport of it, even if he was near assured his competition was becoming steadily less challenging. The vampire learnt easily back within his chair, his boots lifting to rest agianst the railing as what was left of his drink was lifted easily to his lips. That entire top floor was his domain alone. His lover having rewarded his efforts over the years with those exclusive tables. His own little town in her sprawling Kingdom of a bar. Yet, for tonight, those games were over. Darcy instead content to merely watch the rabble below as they danced or drank away their money and sensibility beneath those lights and ever-present music. His strange, mismatched gaze shifted from those patrons and towards the bar. Ian, it seemed, was hardly working alone tonight. Lorelai having shifted from her usual position in the car park to assist Ian in surviving those drinks. Hmm. Maybe they were busy tonight. Else Ian was being too fucking slow. The succubus woman lent forward as she served another vampire. That very action displaying her ample cleavage, that extra sway to her hips giving way to her intentions. Darcy long ago having become all but immune to her games. She was lovely to be sure- but not half so lovely as his Risque.

Still, it was rare Lorelai paid attention to other vampires. Humans made far more of a meal with their living, breathing bodies and weaker wills. As if they truly believed a vampire woman might be interested in something other then the blood that courses in their veins. Fucking fools. Lorelai glance upward in that moment, as if feeling his gaze upon her, Darcy merely raising one eye. That gesture enough to send her hurrying back to work. Lorelai one of the few working for them he found tolerable. His mismatched gaze shifted away from the woman then and toward the very vampire she had been flirting with- a tall, blond man whom had all but retreated into some dark corner to watch. A new patron then.
"Randall. Come 'ere."

That Southern drawl easily parted his lips, Randall hurrying forward from his place at the bottom of the stairs to do as he was bid. The heavyset vampire's gaze remained upon the floor. Randall unwilling to meet Darcy's own eyes directly in that clearly submissive stance. Darcy's wrist turned lazily, swirling what little remains of that drink within his glass before his head nodded down and toward the blond vampire Lorelai had taken such an interest in.

"Do yar know dat one?"
No, sir.
"Go get 'im for me. I wanna word wit 'im."

The remains of that drink were easily downed, the empty glass slid back across the table as Randall looked uncertain for a moment before heading down those stairs and across the room toward the fellow lurking in the corner. Darcy reached for that deck of cards that rested on the table, the vampire idly beginning to shuffle them, his attention lingering on Randall below from the corner of his eyes all the same as he struggled to make his way through that crowd to reach the tall blond at last. Randall reached out to tap Eric upon the shoulder. The Manager would like a word. His hand lifted, gesturing toward Darcy on that floor above and those stairs that led upward. Lorelai so rarely took an interest in any other vampire. What was so damn special about this one? Darcy assured he was bored enough with his games for the night to fixate his attentions on someone else. Eric, it seemed, that fortunate one.



We are rough men and used to rough ways.


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