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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

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Posted on August 10, 2018 by Taylor Dixon
Residences


Their upbringings were very different but it was never that Taylor's family was poor. His father had a well enough job at an insurance company. It was enough to pay the bills and then some. His mother was a stay-at-home mom for him and his sister growing up but when they both reached their teens, she decided she was ready for more so she got a job in a clothing store in town. Taylor could tell instantly that his father disapproved, thinking his mother was better off at home where she could cook and clean, but she would have none of it. She was an independent spirit to a point so Taylor stayed awake hearing them argue night after night for the first week that she got the job but she must have won cause after that, he never heard another word and his mother continued to go off to work every day with a smile on her face. They never went hungry, but they certainly weren't rich. His father never bought him a car when he turned 16 and got his driver's license.

His dad told him he'd have to work and pay for the car himself. Well, mowing lawns, washing cars, and other odd end jobs could only pay so much and no matter how much he saved, it never seemed like enough to buy a car, at least not a decent one that could get him back and forth to school. So he rode the bus without a complaint. Then his dad talked him into buying the Harley. By then, he was a sophomore in high school and was on his last nerve. He kept getting in fights and his grades were dropping. He gave in cause he still had hope back then that he and his father could bond over something. Why not fixing up an old motorcycle? So he bought the bike and rolled it home then him and his dad set to work. Most of the time, they worked in silence, unless it was for his father to ask for a certain tool or tell him they needed a certain part. They did this almost every day after school until he finally gave up and dropped out. His dad didn't talk to him for a month after that and refused to even look at the Harley. Taylor figured it was punishment for letting his father's dreams for him die.

Finally his father caught Taylor working on the bike day after day and gave in, coming back to help him out. At first he was reluctant, grouchy every time he handed Taylor a tool or they talked about parts, but over time, he lost the attitude and they almost got back to being light hearted together. But when Kari graduated from college with honors, that was when his dad really gave up. Taylor shrugged it off, having gotten used to it by then and he finished the bike on his own. But it would always hold sentimental value for him. It also meant his freedom. When the bike was finished, he cold take off whenever he wanted. He'd saved up enough to buy gas for a while. His father started threatening to sell the bike or set it on fire after the eigth time Taylor took off on it after they'd had a fight so after that, Taylor started hiding the bike in the woods with a tarp and tree branches. That's where it was always parked until the day he decided he was leaving and not coming back.

And now that he'd found Adelaide, there was no way in hell he'd ever want to go back to that life. He loved the way they could banter back and forth. She always had a sly comeback and this was no exception. She told him she knew he'd say that when he told her that he was only one allowed to see her in all this splendor. He was not a sharer by any mean, not with his woman, anyway. He already liked the way she wanted to claim all his shirts as her own. He knew every single one of them would look better on her than they did on him. Anything would. He chuckled when she said that it was a bold statement to say she might wear it and he knew he would give it to her in a heartbeat. He lifted the collar teasingly. "You say the word and its yours but I doubt we'll make it very far to the door once clothes start coming off again." Only when she said she was ready did he follow her out to the bike where he latched down all their stuff and helped her onto the bike to sit behind him.

As her arms wrapped around his waist, he smiled. He put a little more pressure on the gas this time since she gave him leave to, though he'd slow down in a heartbeat if she got too anxious. She seemed to be enjoying herself though and he grinned as he heard her laughter in his ear. He heard her say that she'd never tire of it and he smiled. "That makes two of us." He headed deeper into the country, taking her through winding roads in the woods where the tree branches blocked out the sun for miles. It was peaceful, just them and the road. He opened up the Harley a little more, knowing there'd be no cops out here to bring trouble. Once they were clear of the trees, he slowed down, turning down a gravel road where fields and pastures lined up on both sides. Cows and horses looked up from their grazing as they went past. Sheep made noise and scattered and the herd dogs that guarded them raced in to group them all back together. A big barn came into sight up ahead and just beyond it, you could make out more houses and buildings. It was like a makeshift western town.

Taylor slowed up and rolled his bike to a stop right before a big archway that said "Welcome to Wainsville." The smaller sign by the post next to them said "No motorized vehicles allowed past this point." Taylor grinned at her. "You read the sign. This is where we park." He helped her get off the bike before he got off and rolled it over to a little stable next to the fence. Inside, he got a ticket and paid for a parking spot where he chained up his bike and pocketed the key. Then he reached for her hand. "I figured this was as good a stop as any. I found out about it a few months back but didn't have anyone worth taking with me. It's an old style town complete with carriages and horses for transportation. No cars in sight. There's shops and a saloon and museums with real relics from those times. There's people that actually live here and this is all they know. They live off all natural food that they grow on the farms around here and there's an Amish village right on the other side. They allow visitors too. When you get bored, just let me know and we'll hit the next stop on the tour." He said with a wink as he led her out the door and under the archway, straight into town.


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