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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.
I'm gonna dance on broken glass
Posted on December 19, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith It takes a moment for those icy blue eyes to come into focus. But when they do, she is not entirely sure what is happening as she scans the planes the man's face. The smoke she had inhaled has fogged the mind of the sable haired witch so much, that she is not entirely sure where she is what had exactly occurred. A small grin manages to find her lips as she remains loopy with the smoke inhalation. Glacier blue eyes though slowly come into focus and that smile falls abruptly off of her face as she comes to and moves herself into a sitting position with the man's help, long silky hair coming to rest along her back in a cascade of dark sable. She finds herself almost leaning herself against him as if she were still too weak from the smoke inhalation to sit up entirely on her own. That same sable hair gently floats Ashton's way, perhaps tickling against his skin. Silver blue eyes close as she hoarsely coughs, feeling the wheezing and painful sensation deep into her lungs as her body fights desperately to rid it of the toxins of the smoke. The dark haired witch hears him utter what seems to be a sigh of relief, and frankly, Kathryn is too. She couldn't imagine someone else being in that house that she had caused to set fire. Silver blue eyes flicker to the burning building, her stomach clenching and she feels almost dizzy again. For a brief moment she feels too as if she is going to be sick, but to her relief, instead of vomiting in front of her savior, she just continues coughing, feeling the man place his hand gently onto her back. Usually, Kathryn and all her fire, would move away from another's touch, but she finds his intentions entirely lacking in any maliciousness and so she allows the gentle placement of his hand for the moment against her back. Silver blue eyes close for a moment as her lungs rattle within her chest. Finally, after some time, the azure eyed witch's coughing starts to cease. Those crystalline eyes watch the flashing of lights as they arrive to salvage her burning town home. She can still smell smoke, from her house and the stench that still clings to her tresses. Blue eyes spot the neighbors emerging, no doubt not accustomed to fires erupting seemingly from no where. Those same blue eyes blink back tears as she looks to her little town house that had been her home here ins sacrosanct. The girl with dark chocolate colored tresses was not entirely immune to sensitive emotions. But she forces a warm smile onto her face in response to the man that had saved her life as he assists Kathryn in standing up. Chocolate tresses lay messily along her shoulder and back. "Thank you," she says, turning those icy blue eyes to him as he tells her that he isn't going any where. "Thank you," she repeats once more, sincerity in her voice. She sees the stretches and immediately shakes her head, placing her hand out in front of her. "No, no, I am not getting on that thing," she says with a cough. "I am okay," she says to both the paramedics and to the man who had rescued her. "I just need to sit down," she says, still refusing to lay on the stretcher. The icy blue eyed witch could take care of herself. The paramedics finally give up in placing the woman on the stretcher, perhaps they saw the fire that burns within her own crystalline gaze. That moves and burns like wind and flame. She sees the man's own refusal for the oxygen they offer him and she even dares to offer a smile. She walks with the paramedics, always keeping one hand almost lightly touching against the man, as if to always ensure that he was remaining with her as he had said. They lead her over to the ambulance as the flames seem to now entirely die down with the firefighters hoses. The oxygen goes to her brain and Kathryn begins thinking clearly and realizes perhaps she ought not to be touching a strange man and she tracts her hand from him, but she turns that crystalline gaze in his direction and offers him a warm smile. "Why did you do that?" She asks him, blue eyes steady on the man that had saved her life. Suddenly, she realizes what she said, and perhaps what she ought to be saying instead. "Thank you. I can'tâ€"how do Iâ€"" she is at a lose for words and so in that moment she flings her arms around his neck in a light embrace, closing silver blue eyes she whispers quietly you to him. "You could have died...for me." A stranger, a nobody, and yet he saved her, all the same. |
Replies
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