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.

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
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

with no problems, social, moral, or medical


Posted on March 21, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

Carolina
Grace Bedford.

The music piping through the ship's impressive sound system had her smiling even before she reached the door, the last notes of Mira's own voice echoing in the bar even as she rapped on the doorway loud enough to be heard over the sound. The volume lowered almost immediately as she walked in and haphazardly deposited her bag before scooting around the counter to give the dark woman a brief yet familiar hug before inquiring about what, exactly she might do to help lighten the bar manager's load. The two had worked together enough to find the easy camaraderie coworkers often shared, and yet she found herself eager to spend some time away from the crowds alone with the other Were. Her drive to help was only fueled by the sheer relief she saw in Mira's eyes at her offer, accentuated by her response about how much was left to be done before they could reopen.

Her turquoise gaze widened at the list Mira put forth, mouth dropping open slightly even as she reclined against the polished surface of the bar and tried to keep up. So much left to get done to ensure a smooth first night for the new Ark and she was more than willing to do anything she could to help the place that had been nothing short of a shelter for her during the more turbulent times of her life. Her features turned to a sly smile however as she laughed lightly at the offer to taste test a few new drinks that the pair might come up with together, the women no doubt having many an idea between them that could lead to some wonderful combinations. You didn't survive long in the bar industry without them.

"Sounds like we had better get to work then!" Carolina joked lightly, moving to pull her hair back in a haphazard ponytail, proof that she was ready to get to work. She paused only as Mira mentioned that quick question, looking quizzically at her friend as she paused conspicuously only to find herself laughing while finished tying back her hair at the question of her tolerance. "Well it might not be what it once was, but I think I can hold my own." The southern girl winked for good measure as she let her eyes sweep the scene behind the bar and calculate what she saw against the to-do list Mira had laid out for them, it may well end up being a late night not that the leopard minded in the least. "Where shall we start? Work first and drink later or should we just drink as we go to make it more enjoyable." She shot the dark-haired woman a conspiratorial grin that said she was more than game for a good time.

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

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