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

a STRANGER in a STRANGE town (Open)


Posted on June 01, 2015 by Orion
West Reopen Thread





E. Brendan Robertson

"Call me Orion"

What was it that old cartoon rabbit always said? 'I knew I should have taken a left at Albuquerque.' Yeah. That's exactly how I feel right now.

He stood there shaking his head at the well worn map in his hands. The wrinkled thing had been taped and laminated and still born the ragged scars of a long life. "It may be time to retire you old friend," he muttered to no one as he tried to decipher his next step. A light rain fell, cooling the air despite the summer's heat. He had taken shelter under an overhang, but knew he'd likely have to move on soon. Strangers in a place were one thing, might be friendly, might not. Strangers lurking under a shelter in a corner were probably up to no good, rain or no rain.

How did it come down to this? Spending my last dime on the train to nowhere. Wandering these empty streets.

He stuffed the map into an equally ragged duffle at his side, the sole contents of his life right now. But he wasn't sorry for it; life on the road was something he'd come to cherish. There would good parts, and bad. But always an adventure, no matter what. Hell, it had been such an adventure that had given him his scars, and his gift. At the memory, he unconsciously rubbed the raised scars on his side, the faint remnants of a long ago bite. Yeah, that adventure had been a little bit of both bad and good.

Gotta get going. Gotta find a way. Gotta make a place for myself in this old town. And start all over again.

The rain was letting up, so he straightened up, grabbing the duffle and slinging it over his shoulder. He stepped from the shadow of his shelter and looked down the street, left, then right. Either way seemed the same, especially in this slightly ramshackle side of town. But he'd been in enough towns to know that ramshackle didn't mean abandoned, not by a long shot. And it was always best to avoid stepping on toes when you didn't know the layout well enough to have an escape route.

Make my way to the top. Blaze a path of glory. Running until I can't stop. Writing the next chapter of my story.

were-painted dog

i can fix anything and everything | but i can't stand on my own four feet

char and HTML to Lyra


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