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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

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Posted on May 18, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
Residences


I'm sure the girl didn't mean any harmw hens he offered to carry me but I couldn't help but think of how helpless I felt when the wild haired boy picked me up and carried me. I may be a fox but I have my dignity. I've never been carried before coming here and I don't aim to be carried again. It feels uncomfortable and wrong to be touched by human hands when I'm shifted. I don't like to be touched, period, so it's doubly uncomfortable. I just want my space and I want to find someone I can trust. I have a feeling this curly haired girl might be someone I can learn to trust. I don't want to hurt her feelings but I also need to let her know where I stand on things like being carried.

She looks sad as she looks away and I almost feel like apologizing but I don't think it would help the situation any. At least she doesn't try to pursue the topic, letting it fall where we left it as she turns away. It does end up being a long way to her house and I'm panting and my sides heaving by the time we get there but I've always had plenty of stamina. I run a lot, especially in shifted form. When you make a life out of stealing your food, you learn how to be quick and how to keep up the speed cause when someone gives chase, you're usually running for your life.

I know she's keeping her own pace slower on purpose but I choose not to comment on it since I don't want to make things more awkward between us. I don't want her to think she needs to take it easy on me all the time but I don't want to keep calling her out on things either and make it harder for us to be friends. I really need a friend right now. When she flinches at my words, I feel even worse but I look away in shame, not wanting to make it more awkward.

When we reach her gate, I can see that I'm not the only jumpy one. She jumps too as the gate slams behind us, like it reminds her of some horrific memory. I glance over at her in curiosity but keep my mouth closed. If she wants to talk about it, she will but I won't force her. Once we're inside her house, I can also feel her nerves crawling up the walls at the enclosed space. She seems just as nervous as I am. It seems we have a lot in common. We only seem to feed off of each other, making me more jumpy than I already am.

She tells me where to go and I catch a flash of the small smile on her lips when I brush my nose against her leg. She seems to understand the gratitude in the gesture as she turns to the kitchen, leaving me to stalk slowly through her house to the room she pointed out. Once I'm returned, I take a seat and start eating, glancing up every now and again to make sure she's eating too since I'd hate to be rude and eat in front of her. She seems to be watching me as well so I duck my head and try to eat slower, not wanting her to think I'm a savage or something. Once she takes a few bites, she tells me her name is Raven. I smile shyly.

"That's a pretty name."

I duck my head again instantly, not wanting to make things uncomfortable again. I can hear the girl's fingers tapping and her feet under the table. I don't know if it's because of me or what. Is there something wrong? The constant rhythm is making me tense up, as if something's about to happen. The hair on the back of my neck bristles as I take slow bites, glancing up at her more often. She's making me more nervous. Finally she speaks, asking what I'm going to do and I shrug, looking down at my plate as I speak softly.

"I haven't really thought about it. I just think about survival from one day to the next right now."

I scowl, staring down at my food for a minute. It really is sad when I think about it. What do I have now? Nothing and no one. I glance back up at her, wondering what she's thinking about. She seems distant right now, her mind seemingly a million miles away. I wonder if I should be trying to think of something to say. Clearing my throat, I glance back at her shyly through my lashes.

"So...do you like to do, when you're shifted? I used to play hide and seek a lot. I'm pretty good at hiding."

I glance back down, remembering why I was hiding. It was usually to get away from a beating from my father. He always gave up on trying to find me and went back home, knowing that I'd come back when I was tired or hungry. Then my beating was three times worse but in the moments that I was hidden, the world felt a little brighter. It was like a tiny taste of freedom, knowing that I was somewhere no one could find me. It was worth it every time.




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