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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.
bite me
Posted on August 18, 2014 by Erik Tolgan
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I figured the maid I saw briefly watching me from the window by the door might have run to get whoever is going to own this quaint little house. I just hope she puts me in a good light. I'm aware that there are many ways others look at me when they see me. I'm rather tall and broad shouldered so it can be quite intimidating if you think I'm some sort of mafia member or gang member here to bully you into paying up or something. I'm also aware that I can appear quite gangly because of my tallness and maybe a little on the awkward side though any who have seen me mad would ever call me awkward in anything I do. I wait a few minutes, shuffling my feet and wondering if I'm going to be let in. I glance up toward the window where I can assume a bedroom would be, wondering if she's still up there making herself look decent for company or if she's already on her way down stairs to open the door. I straighten myself up, trying to look welcoming and friendly. I turn my head. I swear I can hear dresser drawers opening and rustling around up there. What's she doing? Then I hear light feet walking down the stairs and stopping somewhere close by the door but they didn't go all the way. Is she hesitating or just waiting? Next I hear the obvious signs of a heavy kettle being put on the stovetop. I'd know that sound anywhere. The thought makes my lips twitch with nostalgia. Finally the gate opens and I find myself walking up to the house. Once at the door, the maid opens it and ushers me in with a curtsy to which I'm quick to give a bow in return. I swear I see her blush. She must not be used to such gestures. I look around for a minute before the maid motions her arm toward what I presume is a kitchen and I know that's where I heard the stovetop rattling before so it must be where she's waiting. I take a breath and nod in answer to the maid before making my way through the doorway and into a cozy little kitchen. The girl before me looks like she's trying to appear busy or anything other than just bent on waiting on whoever shows up at her door. I offer a smile as I dip my head in greeting. "Sorry to barge in on you like this. I'm Erik Tolgan. I live just down the street and I saw your moving van earlier. Just thought I'd stop in to say hello and welcome to the neighborhood. Oh, and I brought pie. Wasn't sure if it's something you like or not." That's when a gentle breeze sweeps through the kitchen, probably from some forgotten window down the hall, and I catch a whiff of her perfume. Vampire. My brows lift a little, the only hint that I've caught on as I suddenly shake my head with a low chuckle and go toward the trash can. "I guess it's not something you'd like, after all." |
Replies
- ain’t youth meant to be beautiful? - By alice on August 19, 2014 at 9:08 PM
- bite me - By Erik Tolgan on August 21, 2014 at 4:45 PM