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.
You've got your ball, you've got your chain
Posted on December 19, 2014 by Elenore Dorian
 There had been many instances where I should have turned my trust from my brothers and accepted that there was no one to look out for me but myself and if I had a guardian angel, perhaps they would partake in the job as well. When we returned from the Brothel in France, I should have felt my trust relinquished from Davante, especially when the look in his eyes was laden with a kind of fearful dominance that I would never have expected from him. He had been a kind child, perhaps a little more authoritative than Troy but he'd never been cruel, and the look in his eyes the moment we were reunited had me worried. With time, the look left his eyes accompanied by the lack of an addiction he had processed, unknowingly, at the same time that Finn had. They say that once an addict, always an addict. I had been so surprised when Finn had never touched the substance again; and even more surprised when Davante had. There had been several times when I shouldn't have trusted him, and yet... Davante had a softness about him that was at his core, something he didn't necessarily let out unless all of his gates were opened and all of his walls had been struck down. Finley? There had been a handful of times when I shouldn't trusted him, too. I hadn't been given a reason not to trust either one of those brothers, until Finley had left without so much as a word to me. Davante had attempted to make the blow easier, but had been hard to understand. Why would a person I loved so, and trusted innately walk away from me like that... After everything we'd been through. After our lives had become so intertwined and twisted and it felt natural to be together. I should have stopped trusting him when he didn't tell me he was leaving, but then again, forgiveness happened to be in my nature whether I wanted it's company or not. Our father had always made such a marked effort to let his daughters know that we were precious to him. That we were the apples of his eyes. And when Davante and Troy were born, Calliope told me the stories â€" my father wanted so much more from them. They were born to be men, and when they couldn't live up to that role as children, he hadn't appreciated it and it had been their fault if something happened to one of us. Finley, born of my father's blood, was regarded differently. Special. Why had he wanted to throw us away for... the search of a mother who hadn't wanted him? She'd left him quite literally almost on our doorstep. Had it not been for Calliope, the poor child may have died. It didn't make sense to me that he left, but I wanted desperately to accept whatever reason he may give me as to move past it and let the dust settle. When his eyes met mine, I knew that he could read the blatant words on my face. Once he had seen them, it was so much easier than I would have imagined to let them go and instead engage in an internal loneliness that his absence had created, if only to allow a new space to develop. His sympathy was evident; and I found a solace in knowing that he did feel bad about the way he had left. Solace enough, that I could roll my eyes at him playfully, accepting his pathetic excuse for goading me into making dinner for him. "I don't have much here..." I started to say, peeking into the fridge to find only a little something there. It was quick work, thawing the frozen pork chops in a bag in the hot water filling the sink. With enough time to wait for that, I turned back to him with a short laugh. "Do you want to help me get the TV up first? It's colossal and me and all of my y'know, Godzilla height and strength could totally put it up by myself." Right. Me and my what, 5'2" self? I blinked at him expectantly, half-heartedly wishing Davante was there to hoist the TV up without even lifting a finger. But then again, he could break the thing as easily as he could try and set it up. Finley was probably a more reliable being when it came to technology, and so I hoisted myself up on the counter top to watch his struggle. "Maybe I should make business cards saying I'm the Director of First Impressions with a specialization in Decorating Directing. Whatcha think?" |