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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.
But I'll get around it
Posted on December 12, 2014 by Elenore Dorian
 I was expecting a pleasantly quiet evening. The day had been dreary, filled with absurdly boring occurances like the hours of driving it took to reach the city. The morning had been filled with a handful of half-hearted goodbyes, as the givers knew they would see me sooner rather than later. And talk to me far sooner than they'd see me! I had been excited to get on the road, and even more excited to catalog what I might need to complete the apartment and make it feel like home. I was excited to have a city to explore. And even more? I was excited about seeing Davante. He had made it clear that I had chosen an exceedingly terrible evening to arrive as he was in the middle of a convention with his legitimate work of translating, but I hadn't minded to be honest. He would hover, dictate, and while he was more fun than the troublesome part of him... I truly wanted to be in the city as soon as my limitations would let me. After a handful of stops along the drive, I arrived in my new city with bright, dazed eyes as if I couldn't take in enough at once. But really, how could you? With so much to explore, to learn, to see... I just couldn't help how long it took me to get to my apartment. I had been given the keys prior to arrival, knowing that Davante had bought the unit for "my" peace of mind, when in all actuality it was his. Blah, blah, big brother, blah, blah. It was with a satisfied sigh that I placed a large picture frame filled with a portrait of my three brothers together on the bar arm of the kitchen, waiting for some kind of masculine help to attach all the pictures to the wall. He would come eventually in all of his ridiculous glory, and I wouldn't hear the end of how badly my hanging jobs were. He's no fun, anyway. It was entirely too difficult to unpack only one place at once. With all the moving I had done in my life, you would think I might have some kind of rhyme or reason to the process. Did I? Of course not! It was too much fun to try and set up a home for myself, without the opinions of any of my sisters or my mother. Never before had I been able to have the joy of decorating for myself, in my own tastes... I had relatively little of my own for the moment, but it was still a simple joy that I could indulge in to carefully (okay, maybe not so carefully) place each item in its new rightful place. The kitchen was a mess, save for the spices that were carefully hanging from their spindle rack. The living room was an equivocal mess with pillows and blankets on the bare floor, and nothing but the TV leaning against one of the walls. What did I care? The space, the time... It was all mine! With a thoughtful sigh, I turned my attention to the TV, realizing I wanted it on and playing more than I wanted the music. The background noise would be much appreciated, and as I attempted to hoist it onto the wall fixture, I was entirely unware of the door creaking open in my lack of an attempt to lock it. When the TV was strung on the wall and I was able to go back to haphazardly unpacking, bouncing around to the music until a very familiar voice met my ears. The masculine voice wasn't the one I was expecting to hear, but it was so very welcome nonetheless. If I had been holding the TV, it would be broken and crushed on the floor. Instead? I dropped the cushion I had had in my hands, the smile I had previously worn spreading into something brilliant and beaming. "Finley Dorian!!!" I don't know if I've ever moved so quickly in my life (understatement), and leapt gracelessly onto him, uncaring if I toppled him over or not. The familiar face, smell, sounds... God, it was incredible. "I didn't miss you at all you insufferable bastard! Where have you been?!" |
Replies
- so we fall down like toy soldiers; - By Finley Dorian on December 12, 2014 at 8:20 PM
- You've got your ball, you've got your chain - By Elenore Dorian on December 18, 2014 at 12:42 PM
- and so we fall like toy soldiers; - By Finley Dorian on December 18, 2014 at 8:26 PM
- You've got your ball, you've got your chain - By Elenore Dorian on December 19, 2014 at 9:01 AM