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!
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
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 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.
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 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.
The advertisement in the paper had been small, barely enough to attract attention, and had almost skipped even her discerning eye. It wasn't like she couldn't keep drifting from warehouse to abandoned warehouse, her belongings light enough to fold neatly into her hiking backpack and bike's panniers and easily transferred. Seeing as the answers to her questions weren't forthcoming, and the understanding of power she expected to suddenly arrive wasn't immediately at hand, it didn't make sense to keep squatting. She'd run out of money sooner rather than later, and since the incident with Serafina and the leopards, she hadn't wanted to keep spending money on a lost cause. Room for rent: large room with attached bath, central location, close to everything. Owner available to show immediately. Almost lost among the other classifieds, Avicus caught herself checking the date of the paper again, making sure it was current. The address was one she didn't recognize, but in a city this size, it wouldn't be too difficult to ride around until she found it, would it? The bike was still loaded from the last time she'd left a squat, and with dark hair braided back from her face, she slid a helmet on and zipped up the heavy jacket. Her coffee was abandoned at the nameless café's table, and the newspaper was tucked into her jacket. Faceless with the tinted visor down, the only clue as to her identity was the tail of her braid down her back and the narrow boots laced over the jeans instead of under. Guessing at direction, she headed towards what she thought was the center of the city, spiraling outwards, trying to find an address that at least gave her a clue as to where this potentially rentable room might be. The houses seemed too expensive, even for just a room, and frustration was starting to hang over her in a dark cloud even as she finally spotted the place, a small hand-lettered sign in the window agreeing with her conclusion. Room available, inquire within. The handwriting was messy enough, and though she steeled herself to be disappointed, city living expensive anywhere you went that wasn't a squat, she left the helmet on the bike and jogged up the stairs, knocking with more confidence than she felt. The thought crossed her mind that it might be a trap, a lure for other predators to bring prey to their doorstep, and the winged angels she relied upon (or so her subconscious believed) were curiously silent. Perhaps it was the adrenaline that slithered through her nerves, prepping muscles into fight-or-flight readiness, overloading reason and making sure that she would survive. It itched in fingertips and palm, longing to fill the void with the heavy black butt of her pistol, just in case the innocent ad proved dangerous. Lungs sighed carbon into the atmosphere even as she reassured herself that there would be no way that she wouldn't be ready if hands appeared out of the door and dragged her towards doom. Allowing herself to be distracted by checking her bike's parking spot one more time, she whirled around, grey eyes wide as the door creaked open, the hinges obviously in need of attention, offering a shaky smile. "I saw your ad in the paper... Is the room still for rent?" so let me take this medicine, to quench my love for violent things |