Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!
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.
what if tomorrow never comes
Posted on January 13, 2019 by Kathryn Murphy
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith Eyes of early morning frost watch as the man places the lid back onto the paint can. "Thank you," she says with a surprise blink of her sky blue gaze, but quickly a lighthearted smile finds her lips as she brushes some mahogany hair behind her ear. Ancient blue eyes look the man with a coy smile teasing at her lips. Those blue eyes then make their way to the hand he now offers her and she gives him her own in return, that coy smile on Kathryn's face growing slightly, perhaps slightly out of embarrassment as he helps the young witch be guided to her feet. Glacial gaze looks the man over, assuring that she hadn't completely drenched him in paint (she didn't need to make two men angry with her today). But his final words send a laugh from her lips. "Yeah, I would not really anticipate him sending me any chocolates and flowers," she says humorously. Kathryn wouldn't dwell on a man that she most likely would never see again and probably would not even recognize if she did happen to have the unfortunate luck to cross paths with him again. That is when she spots the blue paint that had went from his hand to hers and she holds it up to him. "You need to watch where you put those paint hands," she teases, attempting to mimic the sound of the angry man's voice, before graciously taking he handkerchief and wiping the paint from her hands. She gives him a strange look then, with those icy eyes that stand so stark against her sun kissed skin. "I guess so..." she trails off, not able to shake the feeling that perhaps this man knows more than what he is letting on. But then he mentions the living room and Kathryn thinks perhaps that is all he was talking about, though even then she cannot say for certain. "It will, I'm sure. This color reminds me of the beach," she says brightly, her voice growing almost childlike for an instant, the thought of salty hair and sandy toes always making Kathryn feel like a little girl again. The handkerchief passes from her own hand to his with a gentle 'thanks' from her, before she is hardly able to comprehend the fact that this man, this stranger knew she was a witch. And stranger still is the fact that she so freely admits just what she is to this person that could use this information against her. Yet, the young witch does not believe this to be so. Perhaps in much the same way he could sense the magic in her, well, maybe Kathryn could sense the good nature within him. He offers her reassurance and Kathryn gives a weak smile in response. She wasn't concerned with fitting in, for if what her grandparents says is true, Kathryn was apart of quite a large coven. Still, she couldn't deny it would be nice to know a few more witches in the city aside from Serafina. What made Kathryn more hesitate to admit her heritage was the dangers that can come from being what she is. "I know it isn't terrible, well, I thought it was at first," she admits, remembering how she had wrestled with identity for quite some time after learning what she was. "But, being supernaturalâ€"it's dangerous, the Council, other dark hunters, not to mention vampires who use you," she says, thinking of Damon and how she had assisted him in manipulating a warlock's memories. "I would feel a lot safer if I were human, just a human," she says, running a hand through sable hair. How does he know these things? She wants to ask him so many questions, but it seemed here in Sacrosanct that asking questions could lead to trouble. But despite her uncertainty of the man, she laughs at his teasing nature. "Umm yeah, it is old, at least from what I have been able to tell from reading the texts of my coven," she says, and it feels so strange on her tongue to be speaking these things out loud. But then, she does dare to ask him a question, it tips from her lips, like the pouring of sand from a pail. "Well, if you don't find me rude, how old are you exactly?" She asks, looking him up and down as if she could guess. "Well, I do see some grey in your hair..." she jests, for on this man there were no signs of aging that she could see with the naked eye. In response to the gesture, the witch begins to walk down the street. "Considering that you already know so much about me, what I am, family history, should I assume you know where I live too?" She asks, half playful, but also with mild curiosity swimming the surface of glacial depths. She lets out a snort of laughter before quickly covering her mouth in some form of embarrassment. "Well good thing I have a...I am not sure what you are actually, a knight? To protect me from possibly tripping episodes involving messy shoes and angry faces," she says. Kathryn walks with him, knowing that he could not possibly be human, but also, perfectly content to think of him as nothing more than a knight that had rescued a damsel in distress. Though, Kathryn likes to think she is more than capable of rescuing herself, in reality, she needs assistance from time to time. She thinks they will walk in silence, but Kathryn suddenly finds herself wanting to talk more and more with this man. "I only found out I was witch this last year and about my family history. My coven, most of them are in Ireland, this whole other family I didn't even know about," she says, shaking her head. "And you, you are from France? Can I assume that? I don't seem to harbor this gift of all knowing that you do," she jests towards him as she continues walking down the street. "Are the stereotypes true? Do you love cheese and bread?" |
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- and all my veins pump blood into my throat - By Matteo Devereux on January 23, 2019 at 10:49 PM