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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on August 24, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



Dareios had no intention of lingering around this side of town tonight. He was annoyed that he had to be here in the first place. But the stack of cash tucked neatly in his jacket pocket made him feel a little more at ease. Though it had been centuries since he'd had to do the grunt work of the business like this. The memory flashed through his mind briefly. He and his brother were still so new to the States. Vampires were still very much "in the closet," so to speak, and being a relatively young ones at that, they were very nervous. It didn't help that they were foreign. Their accents attracted attention. It also attracted wariness and mistrust from their early business partners. Americans were racist back then and they still are now.

But Sorchia here presented an interesting opportunity. It wasn't often that he found himself spending time with other unnaturals outside of routine business arrangements. It had been decades since he'd given up vampire bars. Even if a deal here was struck, which depending on how good of a witch she really was, she could indeed be useful if not profitable, Dareios welcomed the chance to talk to someone new. Someone he didn't know. Someone who wasn't a vampire or a human. Someone of the opposite sex. He was very much a solentrepreur, happy to take the reins himself and was fearful of relying too much on others. The practices blurred into his personal life as well. He spent most of his nights prowling the streets by himself these days. Or at home, drinking red wine (the only human beverage he could stomach,) and listening to old jazz on vinyl.

Dareios watches her fidget from behind his dark, predator-like eyes. His senses are heightened tonight and the adrenaline is high, thanks to Ian's blood running through him. He notices the smallest details about her, watching her jaws clench as she gnaws at the inside of her mouth. She asks about a cargo ship and he remains silent, curious of her plans and weighing whether it was worth lying to her tonight. It was. "Dareios." He replies, mimicking her step and taking one of hos own toward her, closing the gap between them. His cold hand takes her momentarily. "Yes, but it seems I'm a bit lost. Mind if I follow you?"


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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