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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.
and so we fall like toy soldiers;
Posted on January 07, 2015 by Finley Dorian
we all fall down like toy soldiers
I had seen some pretty weird shit when I was growing up, I had even done some things that I should be proud of (but I was) and this would probably take the cake on those things. At least for now. Who else could say that they had a ridiculously large tiger staring down at them from a park? Did I call animal control? Was there a zoo nearby that it had escaped from? I certainly had no food in any of my pockets to tempt the creature away. Instead, all I could do was stare at it.
I don't think I'm prepared when the tiger leaps from the branches. In fact, I think a wince actually crosses my features for the briefest of moments before I swing to face the tiger again. When she, I could clearly tell it was a she now, came closer and her nose took in his scent he was sure her antics were similar to Church's.
In all this time, I held still, careful not to make too many sudden movements. Sudden movements got you killed; I learned early that keeping silent was good for me in certain situations. Silence meant getting ignored and being ignored meant I could do whatever the hell I pleased, when I pleased. Living in the States meant there were new rules to follow, living in a respectable town meant I wasn't trudging through dirt and filth to get to where I wanted. But still, I found ways to act out.
The way the tiger was acting, made it almost seem like she was human, the way her teeth took a hold of my sketchbook and dropped it back in my lap. I was confused for only moments before I noted the look in her eyes, it was one I knew well from childhood. Someone telling me to do something and waiting with very little patience until I did so.
I pick up the pencils again, settling the pad back in my lap and starting to draw again just as I feel her weight against my back. "So uh...you live around here?" What a stupid question, obviously, she didn't live around here, she was a tiger!
I closed my mouth and continued drawing, instead of stopping at the landscape I began to sketch the feline in, thinking it might please her. I don't know how long we sat in silence, all I know is that I was freezing and I was tilting the finished drawing to her so she could see. "What do you think?" I ask, twisting to look at her.
Replies
- I-I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM. - By REGAN IZUMI on January 08, 2015 at 6:54 PM
- and so we fall like toy soldiers; - By Finley Dorian on January 27, 2015 at 7:58 AM