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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
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
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
It took him a minute or two to figure out where her mind was going but she saw the realization suddenly dawn in his eyes and she hurridly buried her face in his shirt again so he wouldn't see the smirk on her lips. Even so, she could feel the look he was giving her. When he stiffened beneath her hands where they still grasped his shirt, she glanced up, only to see the quiet thoughtfulness there now. He must be realizing what he was getting into. All the sacrifices they would have to make, all the running they'd have to do. But her brows furrowed and she looked away at that last thought. No, it was just biding time. She was done running, but they needed a plan before they allowed themselves to get caught this time.
Kohl might not be a fighter but he was a genius and great at building things. That could definitely come in handy. She'd have to think on. They'd need a good brain storming session ASAP. Maybe once they found a place to lay low for the night and get cleaned up and some food in them. Food always made her think better. When he asked where she'd been staying, she blinked before answering. Since he told her he'd been following her, she just assumed he also knew where she was going back to rest at night, but it seemed she was mistaking. She could sense the sarcasm in his tone when he said it was charming, her eyes rolling as she stepped back and crossed her arms. "So, what? You been staying in 5 star suites while you followed me? No wonder he found you first." She huffed.
She made sure to tell him just how careful they'd have to be from now on. They needed to start paying for things in cash. He looked a little lost when she mentioned that. Did he even have cash on him? She had some on her but she'd been prepared for stuff like this ever since she first ran from Viktor. As he pulled out his wallet, she watched him thoughtfully, wondering what he was up to. As he thumbed through the hundred dollar bills, she scowled. He never heard of getting smaller bills? They were so going to get mugged before the week was over. The less people that saw that wallet, the better. He asked how much money she had and she placed her hand over his, pushing his wallet back toward his pocket. "Enough. Now put that away before a mugger appears out of nowhere."
When he asked about cheap hotels, she sighed. "No Best Western's or Wyndam's. We need to stay off the radar until we get a game plan." At least he didn't argue with her about the Council not being able to help. In fact, she was sure if they tried to reach out the Council, Viktor would probably just use the link to find them that much quicker. No, they needed to keep the other Hunters out of this. She didn't want to put anyone else in danger. When the elderly lady stepped forward in the laundromat, Kat turned to her in curiosity but when she glanced at Kohl, he looked suspicious. Leave it to him to be ready to take out an old lady. As she pressed the car keys into Kat's hand, Kohl told her we couldn't take her car, to which, she shook her head. "Nonsense. My son can come pick me up. It's just a car." Her eyes shined like this made her whole night.
Kat couldn't help but smile a little at her, mystified by her graciousness. When Kat held up the keys, Kohl decided not to put up a fight, saying he'd meet her outside. She raised a brow, already knowing what he was intending to do but she shrugged and walked outside, turning back once she found the car to watch as he gave the woman some money. Shaking her head, she looked at the car key then started looking for a Ford, pressing the lock button till she found the source of the beeping. Finally she found the cute little Fiesta down at the end of the row. She had to move the seat back just to get in to drive but it looked sturdy and at least she didn't think they needed to worry about it getting reported stolen any time soon. She smirked when Kohl said she could drive.
"What? Not macho enough for you?" She chuckled then got into the driver's seat. "Buckle up, now. Don't want you getting whiplash when this beast takes off." She didn't know why she was making so many jokes. It was like a big weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Maybe it was because being on the run was so normal to her, but she had a feeling it had more to do with the man in the seat beside her. Being back with him just felt right. Suddenly she wasn't so alone anymore. She pulled out of the laundromat and headed out onto the highway as Kohl pulled out his phone. As he went through their options, she kept her eyes straight ahead so he wouldn't see the urges she had to roll them occasionally. He really was spoiled. "We can find an outlet store or something to get some more clothes. Let's check into a hotel first then we can go get the essentials."
She wanted to get off the road as soon as possible but was aware that they needed some basic hygiene stuff and clothes. When she found a quaint little hotel that was further off the main road, she decided to check it out. The sign barely worked and the hotel blended into the background. It seemed perfect to her for hiding in plain sight. At Kohl's questioning, she sighed and turned to him as she parked. "Or we can go find an abandoned house and set up shop in the basement. Want to do that, instead?" She raised a brow, challenging him to argue. They got out of the car and headed inside. The place reeked of cigarette smoke and the guy behind the desk obviously had his own ideas about what they were going to be up to tonight but she didn't care. It would do.
At the man's words, she rolled her eyes as Kohl lifted a brow, but miraculously he kept his mouth shut and instead just asked for a room. Good for him. She glanced at him in mild surprise. When the man asked for the time frame, she could literally see Kohl's offense meter striking red but as he glanced at her, she smirked and nudged her head in a "go ahead" motion. She was looking around for inspiration on names when Kohl gave out the answer and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from chuckling. How original. She'd noted the beer and cigarettes on the desk but had to give Kohl perks for quick thinking. The man's no government agent trained against lies but at least it was better than freezing up.
Kohl gave the man some money and she had to scowl at yet another hundred dollar bill being pulled out. Really, she had to teach him how to spend money more discreetly. The man handed them some keys and she gave him a small smile before walking out with Kohl. At Kohl's comment about the room, she smirked but kept walking. "If it's not sanitary enough for you, you can always sleep in the car." That was the last place she wanted him on their first night back together but she wasn't about to let him know that. She put he key in and opened the door, leaning in to switch on the light and look around before she opened the door so he could see in. "See? No blood stains or peeling wallpaper. I think we'll survive a night or two."