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.
I will
in spite of the ache
Home. Tetradore had told him to go home but really, what home did he have? Since Sterling had kicked him out of the apartment, he had been living exclusively at The Ark. Now that all he had was the clothes on his back and a small duffle bag of his most prized possessions, he felt very much alone. He had no home to really go back to. He had no money, no apartment, nothing. Sure he had money in his bank account, but his ID was at the bottom of the ocean so there was no way in hell the banks would give him his money without an ID. He would just have to make do until he could get his driver's license back.
Henry wandered the streets of Sacrosanct, wondering just where he would stay tonight. His only other real friend was Malia...and there was no way in hell Frost would let him stay the night there. He sighed.
An as he wandered aimlessly, he remembered that Sterling had a tent and sleeping bag tucked away in the hall closet. That would work for the time being. It wouldn't be overly comfortable, but it would do. At least he knew that Sterling was back in town. After he left, Henry thought he had left for good...but then he found out he had just gone on a road trip with Harley - someone who hated his guts and yet - was a part of their pack. Awkward situation at best.
It didn't take long for Henry to find his way to Sterling's apartment. He stood outside the door for a long time before he got the courage to knock. He had a feeling the man wouldn't be home or wouldn't answer the door. After all, he couldn't blame the man if he never wanted to see him again.
But as the door opened, Henry was pleasantly surprised. He got nervous, looking down at the floor and not up at those blue eyes that always made his heart skip a beat. "The Ark sunk and I lost everything. I can't get a hotel because my wallet sunk with the ship so I have no money or ID to get money from the bank." He paused a moment, hoping that his request might go over better than the interaction as already going (or so he felt). "I'm not asking to stay, but can I just get a hot shower and can I borrow your tent and a sleeping bag? I'll bring it back as soon as I find a place to live." He supposed it would be a couple of weeks. He'd find a nice place on the beach or deep in the woods - somewhere where he could be alone.
Henry Tudor
I will rise a thousands times again