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 (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

Co-owner Tobias 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

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Posted on November 28, 2019 by henry tudor
West



He had wanted to wallow in self-hated by himself. He did not want or need company in any way, shape or form. So when the door to his cabin opened and he heard Tet and the puppy enter, Henry groaned beneath the covers. He still tried to ignore them, hoping that they would get whatever they needed and get out as soon as humanly possible. He wanted to be left alone and they certainly were not leaving him alone.

But before he could demand that they leave, he was suddenly floating in the air and away from his bed. And when his body landed on the cold ceramic coating of the bathtub, he was unpleasantly surprised to find that he was already soaking wet along with his comforter and his top sheet. "Jesus fucking Christ, Tet. What the fuck was that for?" Already he was scrambling to his feet, kicking off the covers and standing to look at Tet with a relatively dark glare.

Reaching for the facet, he flipped off the water and grabbed his towel that hung loosely on the towel rack next to the tub. He began to rub the towel through his blonde locks before drying off the rest of his body.

Stepping from the bathtub, he kicked off his boxers and finished drying off before he stormed back into the chilly room and began to rummage through the boxes until he found a pair of what he thought was clean boxers and a shirt. "What do you want? Isn't it clear that I don't want to be social today." He didn't want to be social any day, but especially not today. His depression had a hold so firmly on him that there was nothing he felt like doing other than staying in bed. He didn't want to eat, to drink, to smile. The drugs and alcohol weren't helping. Nothing was helping. He wanted Sterling. He wanted to repeat that last few moments with him so he could try and change the future. He wanted a future with Sterling...not the future where he was stuck in this cargo ship for the rest of his life.




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