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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.

mist and shadow [Ivan]


Posted on June 23, 2015 by Sisenna
Residences
home is behind, the world ahead
and there are many paths to tread

The gentle morning sun drapes across my shoulders, streaming down my black blouse like a cape; it holds a pleasant warmth reminiscent of carefree picnics under the old oak tree. When I close my eyes, I can almost feel her hand in mine â€" hear that jubilant laugh which always felt too big coming from such a small girl. They are bittersweet memories, and the pang in my heart convinces me to open my eyes before I lose all my composure in the middle of the busy sidewalk. Besides, the sadness rouses the ugly beast in me, the monster constantly lusting to hunt down some narcotic to numb the world away. It was against everything she helped me accomplish; I refuse to betray her like that, even now that she is gone. I heft the duffel slung across my back, repositioning its strap absentmindedly in my hand as the other unfolded a crumpled piece of paper, revealing slanted handwriting jotted sloppily across the page reading Riverdale â€" 210. A simple glance up confirms what I already suspect: I am here.

A short jog up weathered stairs brings me to my apartment. It has character, which is real estate talk for being older than the cosmos, with shabby wooden floors and walls mostly likely riddled with asbestos. Still, it feels like home, and that's all that really matters to me. Unceremoniously dumping my bag on the ground just inside the door, I take a short tour of the place, checking that the water could still find its way through the rusted pipes and that all my meager funds could cover were indeed here and accounted for. Running water, working electricity, walls â€" yup, everything fit the bill. However, there's only so much a girl can do in a barren apartment; I hadn't brought much with me except for some clothes, a sleeping bag, and a bottle of water, which I quickly root out and toss into the fridge. So, without further ado, I take it upon myself to introduce myself to the neighbors. Might as well get to know some of the faces I will be seeing on a routine basis. Slipping out, I notice whomever lives in the house to the left of mine appears to be in â€" at least, the lights were on. Not one to pass an opportunity, especially when it is staring me in the face, I march over to the door and knock.

through shadow, to the edge of night
until the stars are all alight

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