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!
What You'll Find Here
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
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.
Dupont Circle
Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes 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 the neighborhood as a whole.
Hawethorn Village
Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn 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 with a small fenced-in 'yard'.
River Dale
River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.
ISOLT It seems as though someone pissed on my parade;
Posted on April 26, 2014 by Harley Westward;
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It was the weekend; people usually had plans to paint the town red? At least she did. Always without a care in the world and plenty of opportunities laid across in front of them, at their very feet. The truth of the matter was, Harley was getting older and responsibility was a burden that had begun to weigh down on both women. The city does not wait for no man (cliché as ever but so very true) and you better live the fragile life given to them, weighted lightly in the grand scheme of things. Just another worker ant living the grind. The clock read 8:00pm, an annoying Felix the cat clock, mischievous eyes shifting back and forth along with its cane like tail, with a resounding and unyielding ticking sound, its shit eating grin alone was enough to drive you insane."Isolt!" She called a half-heartedly shout, her voice ringing through their home, hoping to find purchase on her companion's ears. Wherever they were located, not that the living quarters were massive or anything. She sighed, staring at crack in the ceiling, as her mind drifts. 'Shut up that fucking clock and throw it out for fucks sake.' She had wanted to yell but thought better of it. In truth she had grown fond of that blasphemous thing, in that fucked up way people love things that they supposedly hate. "Isolt.. I feel old.. too damn old for my actual age. Do you ever feel like that?" She spoke out loud, unsure if her whining could even be heard from her position in the living room. Her body sprawled out pathetically, strewn across the plush lived-in couch like a rag doll, one leg dangled off the edge her other one with her knee up in the hair, vivid violet eyes staring up at the light above. It reflects almost hauntingly within their unique depths, like a ghostly light came from her eyes, or maybe even her very soul. When she was sure she heard the padding of her roommate's feet against the creaky hardwood floor she continued. "Is this our life now?" she asked, "cooped up on weekends, working only to pay for the bills, letting our youth rot away in these old four walls. They have probably seen more action than I have." That was a lie, she rolled her eyes to look at her friend, scanning the room to find her familiar form. Her bestfriend, the one person who knew her best of all in this vile vomit-pit of a world, the one who she would very gladly put her life on the line for, a person actually worth living for. Maybe there was some kind of silver lining on this shit coloured cloud. "Next thing you know I will be following the rules. Isolt.. I even went to the fucking library.." She scoffs, throwing her other foot over, lifting her torso up from the couch, still sitting and expression sincerely disturbed as if everything she stood for was a lie. HARLEY WESTWARD ↛ one part saint, two parts sinner ↛ |
Replies
- there's beauty in the breakdown - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on April 29, 2014 at 6:44 PM
- Speak for yourself, there is nothing pretty about a sobbing, drooling, snotty mess; - By Harley Westward; on May 03, 2014 at 12:46 PM
- there's beauty in the breakdown - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on May 12, 2014 at 5:38 PM
- We are defiant; - By Harley Westward; on May 27, 2014 at 5:27 PM
- there's beauty in the breakdown - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on June 05, 2014 at 5:58 PM