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

can we just say goodnight?


Posted on April 02, 2020 by Raylin Chike
West

Raylin Chike


Raylin was absolutely fascinated with the musical prowess that had graced the stage. It wasn't often a live performance ever attended in the seedier parts of the city. Most people came here for a good game of pool and to get wasted in solitude. Ray frequented this particular bar simply because she worked here and she rather enjoyed the pool tables. There was no where else in the city you could get a good game in with her current attire. Though, the woman had to admit - a game of billiards was the last thing on her mind as she bobbed her head along with the beat. Over the course of his set, she found herself humming along to the more musical parts of his songs. She might have peeled away from her seat to chat with the Asian man but a very accented lyrical voice sounds behind her.

Surprised, Ray spins in her seat to find that voice belong to a rather beautiful woman who didn't quite fit the usual clientele of the bar. Setting her beer down, she gives the blonde woman her full attention as a pretty smile stretches across her lips, "Thank you!" Ray responds enthusiastically, "I feel like it helps express who I am," she laughs lightly before holding a hand out, "I'm Ray. Are you Italian? I love your accent!" She responds in kind only to be briefly interrupted by the artist coming to sit on the other side of the blonde woman. Ray watches him for a moment, as he lights a cigarette and rather broodily orders a drink. Tilting her head in curiosity, she leans forward, successfully invading the blonde woman's space.

Reaching a hand out to snag the man's attention, she hardly notices the pink drink in front of the woman, "Hey, you" she raises her voice to get the man's attention as a grin slides into space. Shifting her arm forward again to tap in front of him, she accidentally catches her jacket on the pink drink, only to send it toppling forward. Snapping her hand back quickly, she realizes a moment too late that the momentum of her jacket sends the drink falling right into the man's lap. Wincing, she pushes herself to a standing position, her mouth parting slightly in shock, "Oh my god - I am so sorry!" She exclaims, quite embarrassed at the mess she had just caused. "Can I get a towel? Crap, I'm really sorry," she moves around the blonde and takes the towel that's handed over the counter. "Here," she gives it to him before retrieving the second towel the bartender offers.

Turning to the blonde woman, she winces again noticing the spatter of pink along the girl, "Oh no, I'm sorry I got it on you too!" Ray exclaims a bit exasperated as she starts dabbing at the mess on the counter. Well, she supposed that was one way to strike up a conversation.

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