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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.
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 February 03, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
 The explanation about his magic, excuse me... weaponry, was unsettling much in the same way it was evident that my magic was deplorable from his point of view. It was quite possibly one of the strangest situations I had managed to find myself in, yet. While I was absolutely no stranger to bizarre occurrences, having a man who claimed that his manifestation of a power so similar to mine was a product of something merely so scientific that it warrants a bland explanation about photons and a very small variety of things I would never have attributed power to. It was an example of magical power bestowed unto supernatural creatures; yes, all supernatural creatures including those bred to eliminate individuals from all species. What made them so different? Surely it wasn't the vested interest in the wellbeing of mankind because believe me, that was something many of us shared. Surely it wasn't that a Dark Hunter felt their past or their transformation was so tragic that it warranted sympathy from others, and it warranted the right to take lives of those their ancestors despised. Whatever it was, exactly, that allowed Dark Hunters to remove themselves from a society they were bred to be similar to, I found it very strange to be seated in my brother â€" a prime example of a very obvious supernatural manifestation, in his living room, discussing what was and wasn't magic. If that wasn't obscure, I don't know what is... With a sip of my tea to wash down any remaining remarks regarding his affinity for "photons", I drew my knees to my chest beneath the blanket I had donned, curled up in my chair that was a safe distance away from him. "You realize you described precisely what I can do by slapping on some scientific sounding terms, yeah?" My words were offered with a gentle lilt as if coercing a child to admit to something they refused. It seemed that despite whatever efforts I put forth in order to allow the man space and an easy going atmosphere, there was very little he was going to give. My tone would hint at only the vaguest inclinations of resignation, though the actual resign had yet to be present in my voice. History had taught me that most men were difficult in at least one regard, but this one? It was absolutely no wonder that my brother had a vigorous ... love hate relationship with him, and he was certainly living up to whatever reputation Davante had offered to use as precedent for my meeting with the Hunter. I had yet to meet an individual that wasn't receptive to some amount of friendliness offered in a polite, respectful manner with which I had treated Azrael; never had I been turned down in such a tasteless fashion. Was this how he treated everyone, or was I receiving some kind of special treatment because of the position my brother occupied in his life? How uncouth and insolent it was to treat me a certain way based on any kind of impression my brother had left on him! Not all of us, Dorian siblings or witches or anything alike, acted in a manner that might warrant such treatment. Especially in their own home. When my retreat from the living room was ended as I arrived from the kitchen armed with a dessert, I had the faintest inkling that the man's attention would return to me whether bidden or not. I had learned rather early on that it truly was through a man's stomach that you garnered both his affection and his attention, and with that thought in mind did I place the pie on the table so the scent would waft towards him in an enticing fashion, one I was sure he simply couldn't ignore. Prove me right he did as only seconds after I placed the pie on the table that his attention returned to me, even if it was in the form of a remark loaded with irritation. Taking a sip of my lukewarm tea was all I could do to keep a laugh hidden from him, though surely the light would have returned to my eyes and given me away. His tantrum, not a child? The profanity allowed me to raise an eyebrow in direct relation to the words, though I just briefly shook my head as if his very words alone had affirmed my admonishment. It was almost typical of a man with a similar persona to react in that fashion; they needed to prove their masculinity was stronger than any adversary and that they would indeed have the last word, whatever it cost them. Even further did it prove my point as his gaze befell me, roaring with confusion and annoyance that seemed to be very characteristic in the manner with which this man seemed to operate. Regarding me with what could only be qualified as disdain, now, as there is a darkness that seems to cloud his golden eyes that I might have previously said were hypnotic. Instead of finding a remark suitable to combat the offensive words uttered in an irrationally brutal manner, my lips remained pursed, accompanied by a similar darkening expression. A lighter color of blue would overtake the deep azure that haunted my eyes before; a trait shared by me and the horrendous sibling of mine that Azrael seemed intent on insulting once more. It had been amusing at first, yes, but when his words turned pointedly against both my brother and I in the form of derogatory remarks aimed at both my "attempt to be funny" and the way my parents produced such spawn. In all actuality, my parents had produced a horde of incredulously ill-tempered, stubborn, irrational, and unpleasant beings tied together by shared horrific experiences as children. Fortunately for the Hunter, that was a tidbit of the Dorian family that I was loathe to share with such a stupendous, warming individual. My expression morphed from that of a blank slate to one convoluted with a seriousness and blossoming disgust that the Hunter could assume with a great deal of confidence that he had struck a chord, and one not so easily relented from. "Oh yes, they were hilarious to produce children like my brother and I who adopted any humor we might have from circumstances so penurious and degrading you couldn't possibly understand. While I'm grateful for your sunny disposition, you'll have to excuse me." What a chord he had struck. I had enjoyed his banter before, and even enjoyed his icy remarks. And now? I could understand some of why he was rude, sure. There wasn't a better way to keep people at an arm's length than to utilize a form of language so brutal and cutting and -... I exhaled what might have been a rising temperature and temper as I stood, pushing my blanket aside to acquire some much needed space from the Hunter. I wouldn't have minded, even, if he caught a glimpse of the respite such space offered me, or of the very slight glaze that arose in my eyes, unbidden to slip down my cheeks. Turning off the oven was a welcome distraction, despite the burn the stove top offered me as a parting gift. Hissing a curse through clenched teeth, I ran the offended limb under cold water before realizing that I had, actually, wanted answers from the Hunter and a part of me desired to curl right back up in my chair near the fire. I could all but feel his glare boring into me as I returned to retrieve my blanket and leave the fuck- ... Leave the Hunter in peace when it would seem something softened his resolve, and his words were offered with a mild tone of reproach but with an almost unnoticeable touch of apology woven in. My teeth remained clenched and my eyes narrowed slightly at his offered words, though I was beginning to feel the warmth of satisfaction diffusing my irritation. The pie worked, just like I'd thought. Pfft, see that? It's science! "Since you're so willing to share your knowledge of your "weaponry" I couldn't possibly relay my delight," I started, the prior offense at his words evident in my reply. "I thought it was interesting how you referred to your 'weaponry', and was curious as to how you use it. Though you should be careful. Perhaps I'll just use it as some voodoo ... How was it you said? Voodoo magic bullshit." After a sigh, my expression returned to it's prior ambivalent, if not welcoming expression. "...you can stop acting like you don't like the pie, now." |
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