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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

you came in like a thunderstorm {Matteo}


Posted on September 29, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
Residences
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


Hair like dark cocoa hangs down, cascading and brushing ever gently over her back like a waterfall of sable. Blue eyes close for a brief moment as she slides a white creamy sweater over the top half of her body, the perfect top for this chilly autumn weather. She pulls her long dark hair that had gotten caught within the sweater and lets it drop gracefully along her back once again. She slides into a pair of light skinny jeans before her feet find themselves within the confines of a pair of tan, long riding boots. Kathryn tops the outfit off with a reddish tinted infinity scarf that falls easily over her head and around her neck. Tranquil blue pools look at herself in the mirror for just a moment before she turns away. She moved quietly about her tiny area within Serafina's home. The ebony haired witch had been kind to allow Kathryn to take up residence with her while her own home was being renovated, due to someâ€"unfortunate event that had taken place. She huffs silently as she tries organize her belongings before simply working with what she had and deciding she would fret later. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to be here forever any way. A grin finds its way to her face as she imagined the look on Azrael's face if she told him that she was going to be staying here forever. Now, that would be quite the conversation with the hunter, who had only previously tried to end Kathryn's young life.

The blue eyed witch finally feels as though she has everything as she makes her way out the door. She had one goal today: buying some paint.

She walks down the street, blue eyes catching sight of the autumn colors. The golds, scarlets, oranges, it was endless beauty before her blue eyes. The wind rustles softly against the witch with an affectionate touch and Kathryn welcomes its embrace. Ever since having started work with Serafina, the young witch with those silver blue depths was finally starting to feel in control. Well, you know, until she almost burned down her house. The wind is chilly, and she can see others pul there sweaters a little closer to them, or fold their arms against their chests, but Kathryn feels none of the cold, or at least not as acutely. Ever since discovering her power over her new element, the icy blue eyed witch had not felt the cold as much, as if her fire powers were heating her from the inside out. Though, the silver blue eyed girl would admit that had not yet worked up the courage to properly test out her fire powers, frightened that she may loose control. But if her control over the wind element had taught her anything, it was that these powers would only tolerate being repressed for so long.

As a particularly strong gust of wind roves by, the witch closes those dark lashes over her silver blue eyes as she turns inside the paint store, letting the door close behind her. The dark haired woman grabs the paint swatches from the wall as she shifts through them, imagining what each would look like painted on the walls of her living room. She tucks a strand of sable hair behind her ear as she continues to rove through all the swatches, having difficulty making a decision. It only when she passes a color that looks to be a shade or two lighter than navy blue. Instantly, it reminds the sable haired girl of the ocean, the beach, and the summers she had spent beside it with her grandparents. Those light blue eyes hint of a smile behind them as she takes the swatch over to the cashier. "This one," she says, letting her light blue eyes rove over the color once more. "Do you want to take a sample home and try it out?" The employee asks, but Kathryn just smiles all the way to those glacial blue eyes and gives a silent shake of her head. When you know, you know.

So the girl pays for her can of paint before taking it by the handle and heading out of the store. Crystaline gaze blinks for a moment in the light as she is hit with a sudden burst of sunlight. But still the rush of cool air brushes against her and still she is not bothered, but she pulls her scarf slightly closer to the body. Azrael gave her quite a firm lesson about blending in and not letting any hint of supernatural blood show. Lest should dark hunters be watching her.

Bright blue eyes suddenly glaze over as she is swept away into a memory of sitting on a beach, toes in the sand, silver blue eyes hidden behind sunglasses as the sun touches her skin with fervent kisses. How she would let those dark lashes fall over pale eyes as she would maybe even drift off into a summer nap for just a moment before her Gram reminded her that she would get a sunburn if she stayed out there all day in the bright, hot sun. Icy blue eyes would then playfully roll towards her grandmother before putting on yet another layer of sunscreen. She can almost hear the sound of the ocean, feel the sun, and smell the saltiness of the air. She can remember spending her morning drinking tea with her grandparents before heading out to the beach, eating afternoon sandwiches, heading back to the beach house at night to eat a delicious meal, only to fall asleep and do it all over again the next day.

Those silver blue eyes are stilled glazed over in thought and she lets them fall underneath dark lashes, when suddenly she feels an abrupt end to her day dream as the icy blue eyed witch suddenly feels herself colliding with another mass, the can of paint falling from the hands of the girl with hair, long and dark like rich cocoa. It drops to the ground with a shuddering thud, the lid popping off as paint splashes upwards and around her shoes and the stranger's. "I am sorry," she mumbles out, reaching down hastily to pick up the can of paint. "Really, I am so sorry, I am such a klutz," she says, trying to smile but her embarrassment takes over as she turns those glacial blue depths up to meet the stranger she had blundered into. "Please, my apologies."

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