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.
sharp objects make me giddy
Posted on November 16, 2016 by Katarina Foster
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I take in the images of the pictures, trying to read into them as much as possible, gain some new clues or hints as to where this Were will strike next. I've been hunting for a long time, long enough to have a hunch when I'm being watched but when I look around, no one's there. Of course I know the kinds of predators that hunt at night and therefore I know I'm not checking all the possible locations but since I've looked everywhere else, that only leaves up and I don't want to give it away too soon. It could very well be the Were I'm searching for but something tells me I'm not her target. She seems to take enjoyment from tearing apart the bodies of men and since I don't wear loose clothing on my hunts, it should be obvious that I'm female. She would already be moving on if it was here so that makes the chances of that slim to none. Even so, I'm both anxious to find the Were before she kills again and curious of my watcher so I decide to walk down the alleyway as if I'm none the wiser. Either they'll follow or attack and I'm already amped up for a fight so bring it on. I listen but don't hear anything so I know my watcher is quiet, stealthy. Assassin? Vampire? Witches are more likely to attack from a distance with their precious magic so no need for stealth and Were's would usually be in animal form if they want to be stealthy so unless it's a bird or cat were, no reason for it to be on a rooftop. I'll take my chances. I pull a blade from my side just in case, wanting to have it handy. It's one of my smallest knives so it hides readily in my closed palm. I make it to the end of the alley and am about to start walking down the sidewalk when I hear a soft rustling noise. My attention peaked, I turn slowly back down the alley, playing the part of a scared woman alone, apprehension on my face as I tremble a little for dramatic effect. It works like a charm, a man slowly appearing out of the darkness. I know he's not my target. He's human, but not the good kind. His eyes are sunken in like a man who doesn't eat regularly, his clothes ragged and dirty. His hair is a mess, hanging in his face but the look in his eyes is hungry. I know well that look but I always hate running into it on a human. I live to defend humans. How disappointing that sometimes I have to hurt them too. "Hey there, sweetheart. You all alone?" His voice has a drunken drawl to it and my hand tightens instinctively after the knife in my palm even as I nod my head shakily. He licks his lips in that slow disgusting way as he moves closer and my whole body tightens. My power will allow me to know when the action is about to begin and I know a millisecond before it happens that I'm not the one in danger this time. Then I hear a growl and see a flash of black and brown right before the man who was about to attack me starts screaming. |
Replies
- and the vultures, why, they circled - By Arlo on November 18, 2016 at 10:55 PM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on November 20, 2016 at 9:57 AM
- they'll pick your bones clean - By Arlo on November 21, 2016 at 10:25 PM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on November 22, 2016 at 4:34 PM
- these new flocks are nothing but vultures - By Arlo on December 05, 2016 at 12:45 AM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on December 06, 2016 at 4:02 PM
- needle and thread, your better off dead - By Arlo on December 09, 2016 at 11:51 PM
- sharp objects make me giddy - By Katarina Foster on December 10, 2016 at 7:16 PM