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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

that's just my winning attitude


Posted on October 28, 2018 by Malia Tate
Residences


She didn't feel any need to panic or otherwise get worked up at the situation at hand. Yes, Frost had been shot and once the arrow was out, she fully intended on asking him who did it so she could track them down and give them a piece of her mind. Maybe she'd even keep the arrow and stab it into their arm just for justice' sake. Eye for an eye, arm for an arm, right? Or so, she told herself. He seemed to find it amusing that she said her leg hurt pretty badly too when she got shot with an arrow. She knew it had been through and through just like the arrow in his arm but at least he didn't have to walk on it afterwards. Talk about hurting like a bitch. Luckily, she'd had Henry to lean on so she was more hopping than walking. She didn't get the whole point of the rag needing to be on the ground. She almost thought about bending over to pick it up, thinking maybe he'd accidentally dropped it but she'd seen the movement and was ninety nine percent sure he'd purposely put it on the floor, right in the middle of all that blood. Oh well, she'd never be much of a cleaner anyway so what did she knew?

She knew they were racing the clock too. Henry had been pretty quick to get the arrow out even when he didn't know what she was at the time. Frost was still trying to heal around the arrow which was only going to make things harder when they went to get it out. When she told him that Henry had gotten the arrow out of her leg, Frost didn't seem too convinced. She knew in time, he'd come to see Henry the way she did. There was much more to the man than meets the eye. She still remembered how calm and levelheaded he'd been that night. He truly was her savior that night. When he asked about power tools, she asked how they work and he shook his head, saying they worked by electricity. She scrunched up her nose, her brows furrowing as she followed his pointed finger. She only knew basic things about electricity. Like she knew the things like the tv had to be plugged in to work. She'd found that out the hard way while trying to bring it outside with her one day so she could watch tv in the woods. Good thing, Nadya found her before she got it out the door and explained that much to her.

So the tool had to be plugged in to work? That made no sense. Who would want such a useless tool? "That's stupid." She muttered. She had to think on how exactly Henry had removed her arrow but was pretty sure he called them fence pliers or something of the like. They were like regular pliers but had a scissor part on them. Frost actually seemed confused on what those were so Malia already knew they were screwed cause if he didn't know what she was talking about, then she definitely didn't know. He confirmed then that he didn't know and mentioned having other names. She shrugged. "Not any that I know of." She stood her ground as he slowly moved around her, curious of what he was up to, before she followed closely in his wake toward the kitchen. Noting how softly he was treading, she almost giggled but managed to hold her tongue. "Afraid you're going to wake a certain someone and make them aware of your condition?" She raised a brow teasingly. As he turned on the light in the kitchen, she glanced around, already lost. She had no idea what kinds of things they had in the kitchen, none the less where exactly they were kept. Where would someone put tools?

She had an inkling Nadya put most of the stuff away in here so she figured she had to think like Nadya but how to do that? She started randomly opening drawers and cupboards, before her eyes caught on the knife block. When she found a meat cleaver in a drawer, she thought she'd hit pay gold, holding it up with a gleam in her eyes but Frost was quick to shut her down, shaking his head even as he dialed a number and put the phone to his ear. The phone was yet another contraption Malia had no clue about. She'd seen plenty of people on it, whether it was up to their ear like now or they were simply staring at it or moving their finger like hitting buttons. She kind of thought of it as a mini tv of sorts since the screen lit up and showed you stuff but then it was weird in the fact people would talk into them and then someone would talk right back. She knew for a fact the tv didn't do that. She'd tried. She glanced up when she heard a voice talking to Frost but when he spoke, she furrowed her brows, completely lost. Why was he talking like that? She didn't understand a word he was saying.

Frost and the other voice went back and forth for some time, their voices getting higher and higher and Malia scowled thoughtfully. By this time, she was only pretending to look in drawers in cupboards, knowing she'd already looked in the same ones two or three times. She was really listening in on the phone call, not that she understood any of it. At Frost's sudden exclamation in a language she could understand, she dropped the corkscrew she was fiddling with in a start, glaring at Frost as if it were his fault before she bend down to pick it up and put it back in the drawer. Frost started speaking in that weird language again so she sighed and went back to looking through other drawers. She couldn't find anything that remotely reminded her of the tool Henry had used, but then that night was still foggy for her anyway, having been her first time in human form that she could remember. At least the tones of the voices were softening, as if Frost and the other voice had come to some kind of understanding. Malia snorted, glad someone understood what was going on, cause she had no clue.

When he put the phone down, she glanced up, hoping he had some useful information. She raised a brow expectantly. He called the voice a friend and told her they'd have to unscrew the arrow head and pull it out. Sounded simple enough. She nodded. She didn't care so much about the not sliding easily part. That was Frost's problem, not hers. She was sure she could get it to move with enough umph behind it. "Easy peasy." She smirked, her eyes all mischief now as she moved toward him. She saw the glance toward the phone as if he was actually thinking about calling that voice again. She scowled. "I got this." She assured him, hopefully with some sort of comforting tone though it probably just sounded more eager than anything. Oh well. Same difference. Finally Frost shook his head and rested his arm on the bench, telling her to unscrew the head and pull the shaft out. She nodded, eyes still gleaming as she moved to gently clasp the bloody arrow head and the shaft right under it in the other hand. Glancing at Frost to make sure he was ready, she started gently unscrewing the head on it.

Once the head was off, she set that on the counter and turned her attention to the back of the shaft where it came out his arm. This time, she grabbed a rag and handed it to Frost. "That's for your mouth, if you want to be quiet." She said with a smirk before she gently clasped it and again glanced at Frost. "Okay, one,..." She went ahead and snatched, knowing it wouldn't do any good to have him anticipate the motion on three. She'd seen it in enough movies to know that was never the way to go. The arrow slid out smoothly and she quickly pressed another rag to the hole that started weeping blood. "There, see? Told you I had it." She said smugly, her eyes bright at the idea of having helped. She held the arrow shaft up, swinging it back and forth. "Now who do I have to kill?"



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