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 July 31, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

lost souls and reverie

How she hated mother nature in moments like this. Despised its ability to reduce her to this shivering ball of anxiety that cowered beneath the bar, but try as she might she had never been able to overcome it. Never been able to escape the terror that clenched at her throat like claws every time the sound rolled over the horizon. Still she rides it out, suffers and tries to keep from suffocating until the terror abates and she can breathe once more, albeit in short shallow gasps as she crouched near the floor attempting to regain her composure The last thing she expected of course was for a petite figure to emerge suddenly from the depths of the cabinet beneath the bar. In her surprise she was only barely able to stop the swear from leaving her lips as the girl introduced herself. Her soft, lilting voice so innocent only made her seem more out of place surrounded by the harsh metal housing of the Ark. Falling back into a more comfortable seat on the floor she gave her name in return to the delicate child.

Pink lips curled into a gentle smile at the compliment, that Maeve considered her name pretty seemed such a small thing and yet it carried a heavy weight none the less. "To be honest, I like yours better." She smiled conspiratorially and gave the slight girl a small wink before she questioned just what she was doing here. What Carolina honestly didn't expect was for Maeve's reason to be a mirror image of her own. Her face fell slightly, saddened that such a little girl was burdened with the same incapacitating fear as she. The way her voice stammered only serving to break her heart further. Composing herself she regained control of her features before the girl finished, though they still held a very sympathetic look as she explained she had been looking for Tobias.

That surprised the woman, that the rather devious leopard might play games with such an innocent girl. It concerned her more than a little as well, considering she rather knew what the dark haired boy was capable of, but to be fair he did seem innocuous enough day to day. The girls plaintive query to see if she was in trouble for hiding had Carolina shaking her head in an instant. "No, no, of course not hunny. You're fine." The urge to continue to reassure the girl was strong, but in the moment Maeve seemed to realize that it was rather out of place to find an adult sitting on the ground beneath the bar. As she questioned it the snow leopard could only smile softly. "The thunder terrifies me too."

It was surprisingly easy to admit it, maybe because it was to a child and all things were easier to speak to them about before age and cynicism had clouded their view on the world. She shrugged her shoulders gently, reaching up to curl her arms around her knees. "Just like you the sound... it's too much when it's all around. So I hid down here." She offered Maeve a slightly embarrassed smile but there it was. "What kind of games do you an Tobias usually play?" It seemed a good change of topic and perhaps a way to get both their minds off of the passing storms.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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