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.
Bartender Raylin Chike
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
She had some idea Kohl wouldn't like her cutting her hair, but she wanted to tease him about it, anyway. She knew well the way his eyes would follow her strands as they fell across her naked breasts or dangled off her shoulder. There was many a time in his luxury apartment when she would fall asleep to him running his hands through her long hair, like it was relaxing him as much as it was, her. He actually surprised her by asking if she wouldn't cut it too short, not that she wouldn't cut it, at all. She chuckled as she turned to him. "Just enough to look different." She assured him, her brown eyes glittering with amusement.
She went to work drying her hair as he handed her a towel, wrapping it and curling it on top of her head as he made a joke about Viktor dying of old age. The idea made her smirk. "While I'd love nothing better, Viktor is also a dark hunter so he's immortal." She moved then to put on her clothes. The smell was enough to remind her they needed some new rags and soon. She was sure Kohl would agree with this, especially given the look he was giving her at the moment. She lifted a brow as he spoke before nodding.
"I'm sure they won't mind us using the washer and dryer. Should be one here....I think." Okay, so they might have to find a laudromat. Not that she expected Kohl to know what that is. His next question all but confirmed it and she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "If you can't find someone, I'll show you myself, alright?"
With that promise in mind, she put on her clothes and headed out, wanting to get everything done and be back in hiding as soon as possible. She left the car for Kohl. She was better at being discreet on foot, anyway. She made her way to a store and picked up some microwave meals, since she was pretty sure she saw one of those in the room. She picked up some to-go menus for local restaurants while she was out and some throw-away phones so they could make calls without being traced. Finding other odd-and-in's that could come in handy wasn't too hard, plus she picked up some scissors and hair dye. She was sure Kohl would love that part.
Once she was sure she got everything, Kat headed back to the hotel, hoping Kohl didn't get himself into too much trouble while she was gone.