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.
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Posted on January 19, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
 It is without a doubt that I have come across some kind of dumb luck that the redheaded woman happened to note my struggle. Even luckier was it that she was friendly enough to offer to lend a hand, as I had expected little no help from any kind of passerby. Generally, it seemed, they would have preferred to stop and chuckle at the idea that a young woman might be able to manage a hefty, oversized piece of furniture up a flight of stairs... but me? I had adopted â€" rather, attempted to adopt a "mind over matter" frame of thinking, and it was with that perseverance that I had attempted to move the chair. Until, that is, its stubborn heft refused to move, regardless of my urging. Without any more prompting, the young woman stepped to my side with an amicable smile that drew her features in a way that I could only reciprocate. Her words were just as friendly and becoming as her smile, making it all but impossible to reply without a lilt of delight to my otherwise soft spoken and characteristically accented voice. "Yes, it was!" I agreed, pleased to have a conversation with another young woman that clearly appreciated a similar taste to my own. It was wonderful, really, to be able to hold a slight conversation, even if it were only brief snippets of small talk, with someone other than either of my brothers'. Their presence was captivating, yes, but both exercised such protective natures that it felt suffocating to remain in their presence constantly. "Ikea, Pier One... Deadly places." I nodded in my agreement both to her statement, and the suggestion that we move the chair to my apartment. While the woman seemed friendly enough, the distaste in her eyes does not go unnoticed, however brief it's appearance may have been. I was beginning to grow accustomed to the racial divide in this city where the population was wrought with supernatural creatures that had developed some kind of bias against one another. Were we all not mere humans, at one point? The magic that flowed within my silver blood had nothing to do with the soul and being that I was; my blood was simply my physical embodiment, and not the energy that I prided myself on cultivated. That energy was strong, accepting, and more powerful than any kind of magic a witch might be able to boast. As the flare dissipates quicker than it arose, I exhale the breath I had been holding. Assuredly this woman is some kind of supernatural being herself, but the friendliness she exhibited would buy her all of the tolerance, patience, and acceptance I could muster. "Alright, superwoman," I chided, the admonishment slipping through my upturned lips. Her strength would be impressive, and I was only too happy to offer the compliment. I would have struggled enough on my own, and the image of said struggle brought a bit of a laugh to my lips, especially considering the ease with which we were able to move the piece of furniture together. "Just â€" Right â€" Here," I breathed, putting my end of the sofa on the ground to open my apartment door. With a sigh of relief the sofa can be arranged unceremoniously in the den area of the apartment, a pleasantly satisfied expression washing over my features as I turned to the woman who had helped me. "You are a life saver. I'm Elenore," I offered. "I would offer to hug you or shake your hand or whatever, but ... needless to say, I'm a little expended after that. Can I get you a water or anything?" |
Replies
- find your rest and be made whole - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on March 12, 2015 at 4:36 PM
- You've got your ball, you've got your chain - By Elenore Dorian on March 18, 2015 at 10:03 AM
- find your rest and be made whole - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on April 06, 2015 at 7:38 PM
- You've got your ball, you've got your chain - By Elenore Dorian on May 18, 2015 at 7:08 AM