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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 my story and i'm sticking to it, unless you want to count to three


Posted on November 04, 2018 by Malia Tate
Residences


She was glad Frost was so used to her that he didn't give her a look every time she spoke what was on her mind. He almost seemed to find it amusing most of the time. It seemed to be agreed that they wouldn't be looking for any power tools any time soon though. He didn't even seem to know what fence pliers were and neither did she, for that matter. She couldn't help but notice the way he was walking through, like literally walking on egg shells. It was pretty funny to watch, actually. When she commented on it, he snorted and said that Nadya would turn this place into a hospital and that they'd never hear the end of it. She scrunched up her nose in distaste. Why'd he have to go and drag her into it? But in the end, she knew he was right. She wouldn't get off clear. She was already involved so Nadya would indeed have her head too. She rolled her eyes with a sigh of defeat and nodded. "Fine, quiet away." She muttered before turning back to the task at hand. She had to look or something sharp that could cut through that arrow. While she did that, he talked on his phone thingy and it talked back, apparently giving them instructions on how to remove the arrow. Well, at least it was helpful.

He explained to Malia how to do it and she nodded along, quite excited at the prospect of doing something to help. But then he asked her not to look at him like she enjoyed it and she bit her bottom lip, trying to seem more serious. Still, she couldn't stop her eyes from twinkling. "Sorry." She murmured and looked down, trying to seem ashamed, not that she thought it was working. She cleared her throat and tried to make slow movements, quite like a predator would when stalking prey but she tried to tell herself she was just reassuring him so he could see everything she was doing. She was aware he suddenly seemed to be on alert, like she was going to turn and bite him at any minute. She'd never tasted horse flesh before but she would never do that to Frost. He was her alpha and more over, her friend. He was one of the few who actually seemed to understand and accept her for who she was, flaws and all. Her loyalty to him was complete. She made gentle motions on the arrow head until it unscrewed, trying to tune out him hissing air through his teeth. She wanted to call him a sissy but she knew she wasn't the silent type either when Henry took the arrow out of her leg.

She handed him the rag before pulling out the arrow, noting his blank look before she explained and he seemed to understand readily enough, pressing it between his teeth before turning his head away, as if he didn't want to watch. What's the fun in that? She started to count but pulled on one, surveying her work before she looked up at his reaction. He started trying to scream through the rag and she was thankful that she suggested the mouth cork since apparently, he needed it. He slammed a foot down and she glared with a "shh" in his direction, even as he scolded her. She sighed and rolled her eyes again. "It's out. That's all that matters, right?" She held up the arrow shaft in a light shrug, giving him an "I'm sorry" smile that she didn't think was gonna work either. She let him take over holding the rag to the wound but the bleeding already seemed to be slowing, like his body was healing. Good. He thanked her then and she smiled more genuinely this time. "Any time." She watched as he flexed his fingers, seemingly satisfied that she didn't paralyze him or anything. Then he motioned for another rag so Malia handed him one, watching as he wiped up the blood like he was cleaning up a crime scene.

He did look up with a simper though when she asked who the arrow belonged to. He told her he didn't get a good luck and she scowled, not at all happy with that answer. He asked if she wanted to go back and she took an eager step forward. "He might still be there. I mean, it's a slim chance, but a chance none the less." She raised a brow daringly. When wasn't she willing for some fighting? At his sudden question of who shot her, her face sobered a little and she shook her head. "No, I never found out. I kept the arrow though, just in case. It's in my room."



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