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 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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

do you ever question your life


Posted on April 02, 2020 by audette rousseau
West

audette rousseau


How utterly foreign the nightlife of the Western side of the city was to the French ballerina. So much of her life revolved the studio she belonged to, those practices and rehearsals and productions all but halting any true exploration of the city she had moved to just over a year ago. Tonight was far too long overdue. Even so, Audette found herself nothing short of cautious as she ventured into the depths of Sacrosanct's darkness. She knew now the monsters that hid within the shadows - her blood forever an intoxicating lure to the undead that stalked the alleyways. Adrien's warnings to stick to the crowded streets echoed over and over in her mind as she wandered with an equal measure of both endless curiosity and depthless paranoia. Once upon a time, she had not viewed the world with such stark misgivings and yet...to find herself nearly at the fangs of a vampire and then held up by a gang of ruffians had quickly dashed her naive beliefs of the world. Nevertheless, it was the sound of music that tugged at the girl who wandered the streets, the beat of the music entirely inquisitive if only for the stark difference of it in comparison to the French pop and melodic classical that was Audette's world.

The young woman only just caught the very end of the set, her danseur grace blatant in her light, fluid steps as she moved with ease towards the bar and through the throng of people that had begun to fill the interior of the pub. She had only just made it to the solid mahogany bar when the last note of the music faded out. Such a shame! She might have enjoyed listening to the oddity of that beat with its lyrical prose. Still, Audette hardly lingered long on the thought of her loss, her clove colored irises instead soaking in the numerous bottles that lined the shelves behind the bar in a feverish search for her favorite. She hardly had to wait long, however, before the petite fae was noticed by the bartender, and sweetly she beseeched him for her beloved French Martini - that fruity alcoholic beverage eternally the young woman's utter weakness. She watched, near hypnotized as those liquors were poured together, shaken violently, only to spill into her glass with a distinct pink hue of complete and utter deliciousness. An almost girlish giggle left her lips as she accepted her drink with notable delight.

Audette had only just begun to turn in her seat with the presence of that pink hue from her periphery vision further ensnared her attention. How beautiful! How she would love to have hair like that! Oh, if only her job had not utterly banned any sort of unnatural coloration. "Ah, excusez-moi, your hair....it is....exquisite. I love it!" She insisted to the pink-haired woman at her side, the envy perhaps a touch obvious in her distinctly French lit. Her gaze, however, was momentarily distracted as the singer from the stage slipped past them, settling in the seat at her left side. How curious he seemed, and yet the way he regarded the talkative woman at his other side made Audette hesitate to offer him any sort of compliment upon what little she had heard of his musical talents.

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