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    The Residences

    Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

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    Anacosta Heights

    11 residents

    Anacosta Heights

    Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

    Rowena MetcalfEmma MikaelsonSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve ThornAndras SteinLisé DupontVitani Lovelace
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    Dupont Circle

    5 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they feature back yards, porches, garages and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones Aine O'byrneWilliam Townsend
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    Hawethorn Village

    6 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three story townhouses, often with a one to two car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces.

    Serafina DuboisDavante DorianAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako AikenElain Daray
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    River Dale

    11 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickRegan IzumiElenore DorianMalakai KanaitaSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
i'll supply the alcohol, that's definitely a main ingredient in amnesia67.143.208.216Posted On December 10, 2017 at 7:18 AM by Taylor Dixon



He knew if this were still the middle ages, he would never have a hope to find some good girl to marry. He would have ended up an armoror or builder, some kind of low class laborer the women like Adelaide only laughed at as they went by in fancy carriages. The more he got to know her, the less he compared her to those pompous women of wealth but he knew that was her class in the eyes of her parents and peers back in Paris. She was meant marry someone of standing, someone with enough power and wealth to equal or outdo her own. Love was never an option back then. Either you found love later on in your marriage or you became like friends and that was enough. It had to be. The women had bear their heirs and if they couldn't, they became a laughing matter themselves. The more he thought about it, the more relieved he was that this was a more modern age and men like himself could become something now, if they really wanted it and were willing to work hard to make it happen. He didn't have to be stuck on the lower level now. But for now, it was all he knew. It was familiar and he knew where he stood here. But being with Adelaide made him feel like maybe there was a chance that he could be more. He suddenly had motivation to want it.

He was glad that she'd gotten away from her parents, if that's all they wanted for her was to settle with a man of their choosing and go right to marriage and bearing children. Even from how little he knew of Adelaide still, he knew enough that she wouldn't be happy with that life. She was so independent. He knew she could have the world and that's exactly what she expected to do. She had a force behind her that was rare for anyone, especially a woman. She could do anything in Taylor's opinion, anything she set her mind to. He already thought the world of her and they'd known each other less than 24 hours. It was amazing how much a simple connection could change things in the way of knowing someone. He felt like he'd known her for years and yet even then, it wouldn't be enough. He wanted to know her story, inside and out. He wanted to know how she felt about things, what she thought of the world and the situations going on inside it. He was truly interested in her opinions and wanted to learn from them. She seemed to like opening up to him just as much as she wasn't shy to ask after his own demons. It both scared him and excited him to think he could spill all his secrets to her and yet she still wouldn't turn her back on him. It only seemed to make her hungry for more. She was intriguing in all the right ways and he felt that the more he got to know her, the more he would be drawn to her.

They started talking about Townsend and his protective streak for her and she laughed, admitting that if he'd been with her, she would have never gone into the burlesque. He smirked. "Then I guess I'll have to be happy that you left him at home for the evening." She looked up at him then and it was all he could do to remind himself to keep breathing. Sometimes there was an intensity in her gaze that seemed to freeze him in place, take the very breath from his lungs. It was like a heavy expectation she had for him but instead of running from it like he usually did, he wanted to live up to it. She, too, admitted that she was glad he wasn't with her because there was so much she would have missed. His eyes gleamed playfully. "I knew you'd get the bug from one ride. You just have to ask and I'll take you for another spin on the Harley." He assured her that Townsend would warm up to him, not showing any of the doubt that he felt as he thought about the strict Englishman. She seemed convinced, saying that if he could win her over in one night then she was sure he could do the same. He chuckled softly. "You give me a little too much credit, I think, but I'll keep those expectations in mind." Then she confirmed his suspicions, saying she would enjoy another ride and he grinned. "I knew it. You just let me know the time and I'll be here with your chariot." He gave a charming wink.

He saw that daring smile and he could only wonder at what was going through that beautiful head of hers. She seemed to be cooking up something but he couldn't guess at at. She was truly unpredictable but in all the best ways. He was excited to see whatever it was she had planned. She assured him she only had good things to say about him and he smiled warmly. "Don't go getting me a suit of armor or anything. I'm just glad you didn't get hurt." His face softened as he said the last sentence, his thoughts recalling that night and how he was concerned that maybe he'd been too late. Luckily he wasn't, but he knew that wasn't always the case. When he announced that the cheese was done, she told him that would do and he smiled, though he wasn't in a hurry to leave his post beside her, not yet. He continued to watch with eagerness as she chopped up the rest of the vegetables and then put them in the skillet. Finally he went back over to take his seat again, his hand automatically finding Reginald again to continue his scratching as if it were in his job description. Adelaide laughed at his response about being stubborn, letting the air fall to a comfortable silence as she continued cooking. Taylor's attention shifted between the dogs and her, not willing to miss a single moment in case he missed something important.

When he told her about dropping out of school, he almost expected her to scold him, but instead she only said that she was sure there were reasons for it. He scowled, not expecting that but now he felt like he needed to let her know that she wasn't wrong. "Not many good ones, I'm afraid. My sister had just run off to college and my mom was lonely. My dad was gone a lot so I decided to get a job and stay closer to home. He wasn't too happy when he got back to find out what I'd done but it was worth it just to see the secret smile on my mom's face when she knew my dad wasn't looking." It only reminded him of how lonely his mom must be now that he'd run off. She must be worried sick. He'd have to call her soon. Finally it was Adelaide's turn to share so she said that she was told her dreams were unrealistic and neither of her parents believed in her. His brows furrowed sympathetically. "I guess I know the feeling. My dreams were wishwash and pure BS in my dad's eyes. I would never make anything of myself without a proper education. But you're going to prove them wrong. I just know it." He smiled, a genuine warm smile to let her know that she had someone who believed in her now, whether that meant something or not.

She went further, letting him know she felt lonely even surrounded by all her luxury. She had no friends and he felt the inclination now to lean across the bar and take her hand, if only for a second, giving it a gentle squeeze. "And now you're free. You can do anything you want. If there's any way I can help, you let me know." He found her gaze and held it, wanting her to know he meant every word. She said that she wanted to see things and he smiled, already picturing them running through a bucket list together. He wanted to help her realize that the world was hers for the taking. "I'm already planning the first road trip. Make a list and I'll do everything I can to make it happen." He wanted more than ever to see that look of pure freedom in her eyes again, to know that he helped bring it to life. He wanted to see the sunset colors reflected in her hair as she watched it go down over the ocean. He wanted to stand beside her and know that he'd helped put that glow in her eyes and that pep in her step. He wanted to tell her that she'd already found someone like that, but he stopped himself. It was too soon and he didn't want to creep her out. Maybe in time she would see all that he wanted but for now, there were no expectations. She deserved more and he wouldn't be the one standing in the way of that.

As she set the skillet aside, she apologized for sharing those feelings and he shook his head slowly. "I'm glad you told me. We wanted to get to know one another, right? I've always felt like I was born less than perfect. My big sister, Kari, was the epitome of the perfect child. Straight A's and shallow friends. She got a full scholarship and became a pyschologist with a steady paycheck. Married with kids. My father's pride and joy. I knew from a young age I could never live up to that. So I quit trying. I went in my own direction, started skipping classes to ride around town and find trouble. I got in fights a lot, mostly playing the punching bag between the nerds and the bullies. I figured they were the future of this country and they deserved to get their education unharassed. At least that way, I was doing my part. It's not like I had anything to give." He wasn't trying to build up a sob story for her. He shrugged at the end like it was no big deal. He'd already accepted that he was low man on the totem pole. As she searched his gaze, he was afraid that she would see his inner thoughts, how he wanted to sweep her up in his arms and never let her go, show her that she wasn't alone in this world. He tried to focus on how much he believed in her and what she was capable of. He wanted her to see what he saw when he looked at her. She was so much more than wealth and material things.

He watched as she grabbed for two mugs and started to pour the coffee. He could see that expectant look in her eyes again and it gave him an overwhelming feeling to act. God, how he wanted to be every bit the kind of guy she was looking for. He exhaled slowly and went to lean forward across the bar but he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a garage door opening. It was as if he was slapped back down to earth, reminded once more of how she was so far out of his league. How she would never see him that way. Exhaling again, he ran a hand through his hair and looked away from her with a sheepish smirk. "Sounds like my supervisor's ready to clock in. I should probably scarf some of that amazing breakfast down and get to work." He got up and reached for a plate, still unable to fully look her in the eyes, sure that she must have known what he was about to do. He tended to show everything in his eyes. What must she think of him now? That he was just using her to get in her pants? That he wanted some one night fling with a rich girl so he could tell all his friends? All zero of them. He was mortified that he'd even entertained the idea of kissing her. She had just looked so lonely in that moment, so vulnerable and expectant, like she was wanting him to save her. Of course that's not what she wanted. She needed no saving. She just wanted him to say that she could do anything and leave it at that.

If it wasn't for being afraid he would offend her by not eating the food she'd worked so hard cooking, he would have excused himself and immediately went out to do some yard work, something to put distance between them so he could clear his head. Instead he moved around the kitchen, grabbing a good helping of everything before he sat at the bar and ate through his food, sure that any moment, Townsend would come in and give him that death glare like he could smell the pheramones in the room. Or maybe she would just beat him to it and demand that Taylor leave and never come back. Somehow he was sure he'd just embarrassed the hell out of himself.



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