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.
So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine {Claire/Bri}
Posted on January 03, 2015 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
A gust of wind caused him to shiver, pulling his layered coats - a black peacoat that had been his grandfather's covered a hooded sweatshirt- tighter around him. He shifted the paper bags to his other arm, the tiny clink of glass bottles hitting one another as he did so, his teeth chattering. He hated the cold so he chose New York to live in, naturally. It wasn't like it ever got below 50 degrees here in this state, obviously! Shame he liked the area so much otherwise he would have hightailed it to Miami. Well, maybe not. They were insane there. Whatever. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Really, he just wanted to be home. He was pumped for his dinner, it was going to be wonderful. It had to be wonderful since he just broke the bank for it. A rich and hearty steak he had every intention of searing the ever loving flavor out of, several green vegetable things he would most likely steam... yeah, he wasn't so good with the cooking of vegetable things. Then there was his beautiful bottles of Chivas Regal Gold Signature, aged 18 years, Scotch and it was only something like 70, 80, 90 dollars each. Totally worth it. He may not be able to afford his electronic bill but at least he would eat like a king for one night after not eating for a week. Fuck his responsibilities. Besides, he could afford it almost since he (almost) had quit smoking. That was money he wasn't spending on ungodly expensive cigarettes and instead on his other vices.
Stomping through the streets, probably more than necessary in an attempt to keep some kind of feeling in his legs, Blake shivered again in his coats. The temperature was making no mystery of dropping rapidly as the sun crept closer to the horizon, the afternoon giving way to the evening hours. Still, plenty of time for him to get home and make a feast to die for. Though he may have to crash course the thawing of the steak. While it had been kept pretty frozen at the butcher's shop, the walk home probably did nothing to thaw it. In fact, the thing probably would be "build a house" worthy.
There! His house was only a few streets more! Movement attracted Blake's attention across the street, the man coming to a stop on the mostly empty streets leading into his neighborhood. He tilted his head slightly, straining to see in the shadows of the buildings. He was about to give up, chalk it up to nothing, before his curiosity prompted him to cross the street to investigate. That and he swore he saw something- or someone- move again, as though they were trying to avoid being seen.
"Hey! Do you need any help?"
Yes, that's right, Blake, talk to the invisible person.