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!
Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale
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 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.
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 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.
"Everyone is going to die, Is. We don't get to choose when." Well well, look at miss morbid peeking her dismal head out from some obscure cloud, staring blankly out of a pair of vibrant perhaps even haunting eyes. "Unless you have some secret insight that I don't know about." The raven haired woman grins at her with that sarcastic gleam flashing a pearly white gleam just to mock her in friendly taunt. "Please, who wouldn't want to look at all of this in lounge wear. I will point out that no one has ever complained before, then again if they did, they would probably sport a broken jaw... Anyways, when did you start thinking I gave two shits what people think about me." She smiles at her with her best teasing expression, winking, as if trying to bait her. "But I suppose I would just hate to embarrass you.. we just couldn't have that now could we?" Sarcasm oozes from her with her usual ease, it wouldn't be the first time nor the last that Harley had made her roommates cheeks flush. "Finne. Just give me a second and I will put on some pink.. just for you.." She lied through her teeth just to tease her, and then sighed, throwing her hands in the air. Once straightening up, cracking her back as she stood to meander into her bedroom, down the hallway to the right. She peered into the mirror, she almost shuddered, she had to admit Isolt was right she was in some pretty rough shape. It didn't take long to throw on some causal yet somewhat fashionable clothing, black skinny jeans, black boots, black jacket and black tank with a black and white horror monster printed on it. Sensing a black theme maybe? Maybe it was simply because she wished to blend in with the shadows. Black was her, most of her clothing consisted of black and to be honest she was in that kind of mood today. It didn't take long to get to the festival bustling with action and people, she almost sighed. No, she had to snap out of it, she was just complaining about wasting her youth. A drunk man stumbled by sloshing his beer every which way.. 'I hate people..' Harley groaned under her breath. She tipped her head at Isolt's inquiry. "Drinks.. Definitely.. and obviously something we cannot deny at these types of things.. Street meat! I still don't understand why they even call it meat it's not a big secret that it's probably anything but. I kind of want to check out the art vendor and maybe check out that band playing. Really I am up for anything really, but if you want to raise some havoc.. fuck everything else and we can do that instead." Her eyes glitter with mischief accompanied with a half shrug. She was so damn hungry she thought even through the drone of the crowd and whining guitar that her stomach could have been heard over it. Oh she hoped they didn't bump into anyone they knew. HARLEY WESTWARD ↛ one part saint, two parts sinner ↛ |