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
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.
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.
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.
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.
For all the planning and preparations for opening night, it would seem like a daunting mountain she had yet to climb just to get there. Hell, it felt like it was growing by the minute, like mountains could grow! It would get done she thought resolutely to herself. She knew it. There were no ifs ands or buts in this scenario. Opening night was coming whether any of them were ready for it or not. Mentally she was. She looked forward to that routine. She ran a hand swiftly through her warm brunette locks, fingers raked through its softness before she reached for her phone. Moments later and a random playlist was found, allowing the sweet music to reach her, the sound was hefty even though the small black speaker appeared nondescript. It was a perfect time to listen to some tunes that flowed through the speakers of her newest purchase.
It was quiet, save for welcomed sound and the noises she alone made, the clinking of glasses, the opening of refrigerators. It was a rare moment alone, like a calm before a brewing storm. When the ship was in full swing again, those moments would be practically nonexistent. The opulent ship would become something else, a living breathing creature again and Mira was hardly against the familiar change. Especially if that change was for the better. It brought the pack together again. Yet that did not mean she couldn't take advantage of these last few moments. It was impossible to not move her hips to the tune of one her favourite songs, the woman sung to herself as she unpacked the copious boxes, and whatever else needed a home. Firstly she stored away garnishes and whatever else. The menu had remained very much the same and yet... the she-wolf was determined to add something new to the specials list. After all, the Ark was in fact new so why not a few added drinks to that menus. It still had a new smell, the bar still designed to keep its grungy appearance still looked untouched. It was like the Ark begged for brand new memories to fill its walls.
It wasn't long after that she realized the sheer amount she needed to get done simply was no task without the aid of some company. She stared at her phone in silent contemplation as the she-wolf considered briefly who would be the best to enlist.. Carolina was amongst the first. It had been so terribly long since the last she had seen the snow leopard. They had always worked together seamlessly, even under the pressure of the busiest nights. She had seen people fall apart under less circumstances. Not Carolina. There was something resilient about her, something kind even though she was certain she saw shadows behind her light eyes. Didn't they all? Didn't they all have some woeful tale that somehow brought them all together? The only thing Mira wondered and considered a time or two before was why she seemed reluctant to join the pack. Mira never asked even though the question burned in her mind a time or two before. The pair never really had a moment alone to do so which was truly a pity. Mira understood that reluctance. Hell, hadn't she been? Even though Tetradore had done so much for her since she arrived.. She remembered how stubbornly steadfast she was, that vow to never join another pack even though it was like destiny to join Tetradore and his. In fact, now that she had.. There was no other place that she would rather be. Somehow, Tetradore had shown her another way she didn't think to be possible. Mira easily sent out that text that was surprisingly responded to rather quickly, the ding that overpowering the melody as a small smile played across the woman's lips.
It wasn't long before the woman herself appeared with Mira caught mid-note of her song, she sensed the a fellow were.. Along with the sound of a knock. Mira was mid reach, placing a bottle of top tier Patron on the top shelf. She picked out that greeting with ease over the music, causing Mira to turn lightly upon the balls of her feet. She lowered the music to a comfortable background noise.
"Carolina, hey! Oh, am I glad to see you. It has been way to long." Mira responded brightly. Relief flooded Mira's molten golden eyes that seemed to resemble the affinity within her. Carolina offered her assistance. "Those are the best damn words I've heard all day. Opening night is finally within reach. Maybe things can start going back to normal.. at least a version of it." The woman could hardly help that nearly crooked smile as she gestured toward what seemed like the never-ending task that in actuality wouldn't take long with two pairs of hands.
Mira moved toward the other woman before she easily leaned against the bar, considering what still needed to be completed. "Well, I have most of the shelves lined with the usual stuff.. but I got a new shipment of the top shelf variety. There are a few things in boxes still, shakers and everything else we might need and then some... I might have gone a little overboard with the ordering... But they need to find a home.. Oh... and I wanted to put some new drinks on the board.. Especially for opening night but honestly.. I was hoping you were in the mood for a little taste testing?" There was a little mischievous lilt to the end of that very question, that flashed behind her eyes. Drinking on the job? Mira was the manager after all and this was.... Technically.... for 'business' not that anyone would blame two hard working women from having a little fun?
"Quick question before we start. I don't think I ever asked you.... And as manager.. I feel I have neglected my duties by not asking you this." There was a slight undercurrent of a tease, while she willingly allowed a pause before a molten laughter escaped her slightly parted lips.
"How is your tolerance, my friend?" The question in itself seemed innocuous and yet indicative all at once.. if the slight gleam that lit her gaze golden eyes was not enough to suggest that there was more than quite a few beverages to try.