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 (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
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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on October 28, 2014 by Tobias
West
Tobias Cain

That the woman had, to a certain extent, been expecting him to begin the conversation was entirely lost upon the creature, his mind incapable of making this logical step, instead, merely assured that conversation will somehow spontaneously occur as he is entirely sure it does for all other people. He has seen such behaviour occur a number of times, couples seated at such tables seeming to be enjoying themselves and as such the deviant has come to understand that mimicking this behaviour, seating himself at a table with a woman- will somehow result in some sense of enjoyment. The woman's question in regards to what they should talk about thusly sees both eyes widen slightly in surprise, before his features seem to manage a frown, very near about to tell the girl off before the waitresses arrival seems to interrupt them. For a moment those dark eyes linger upon his Pretty, watching her read the menu, talent that he is, perhaps, enviable about and yet such is the misguided sense of pride within the creature that he fails to ask for assistance in this regard, incapable of teaching himself and unwilling to try and as such merely points to a single item, the waitress forced to tilt her head ever so slightly to read from the upside-down paper before wandering off once more.

Dark chocolate eyes linger upon the retreating waitress before that fathomless gaze seems to return to the girl once more, her words this time seeming to result in some manner of curiosity as his mind takes several moments to puzzle out such things, attention flickering from the woman to the fire and back again as if attempting to perceive what exactly it is he is being asked. She...does not.....like fire. This sentence alone seems to have solidified within his understanding head nodding suddenly in acceptance of such a phrase before the tone within her voice seems to indicate question. It is rare indeed for him to understand the spoken word, rarer still for him to perceive it correctly and yet he understands tone, understands an answer is expected of him and yet for several moments seems inclined to stare blankly towards her as his mind frantically attempts to shuffle his thoughts and piece together the fractured pieces of his understanding. What does he....not like?

"Water."

It is perhaps his single and most prominent fear, this single word uttered into the space of the Ark at little more then a whisper, as if he very well fears others may be given to hear it before he continues to talk, having misunderstood perhaps, that merely one of his dislikes would be acceptable.

"Shoes, loud, girls....that...touch, grass that...is for eating, Risky, colours that...are...bright, cleaning...."

It is only the return of the waitress that seems to end this sudden tirade of dislike, words silenced as she moves to place the chicken tender basket before Alexis, a momentary grin upon her face as she proceeds to slide the Lobster and oysters in front of him, leaving the bewildered boy staring blankly. Eyes lift from his own meal, to Alexis chicken and back once more, scowling all over again.

"Is....bug and rocks?"

Eyes lift almost questioningly towards the girl now, the pair destined, it would seem, to constantly be faced with new foods, one hand reaching forward to grasp and oyster, fingers tracing the rough surface before he proceeds to bang it rather loudly against the table several times- much to both the amusement and disdain of those around them







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