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.
So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine
Posted on July 01, 2015 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
When she asked if there would be a next time, Blake hesitated in his answer. He hadn't actually thought it all the way through, it was just something he said. However, despite all these oddities, he was enjoying her company. She certainly wasn't boring, just curious. "I don't see why not." He gave her a friendly smile, leaving the option open if she would like to pursue a future rendezvous. However, the friendly atmosphere took that dramatic turn, leaving Blake feeling like someone suddenly stuck a lemon in his mouth. Blake's brow furrowed slightly as he watched Claire slip toward the other guy, his attention and sour mood disrutped by a sudden bout of embarrassment. Oh God, here was a girl he had fed, clothed, walked home, talked all evening with, and now he was sitting in her kitchen and they never traded names. How could he go this whole time without ever realizing they had never introduced themselves?!
"Blake. It's Blake." He replied quickly, snapping out of his little train of thought. He stood back, hands resting loosely on his hips as he listened to the two of them talk, disliking this guy more and more the longer they chatted. He didn't like the way he looked at Blake, the way he spoke, his temper, his stance, his possessiveness over Claire- What the fuck was she here with him? Maybe they were related or something? Cousins? God forbid she be dating him (did she even know what dating was?). Blake clenched his jaw tighter as Frost snapped at him, unsure of where the fuck that attack came from .Sure, maybe Blake could have bit his own tongue, but seriously, this kid was starting to piss him off. All high up on his own horse, tootin' his own horn. The worst part was it seemed little Claire was eating out of his palm. Talk about not making any sense. Fuckin' arrogant prick. Despite the fuming thoughts, Blake didn't deign to reply to Frost, at least not verbally, but he didn't flinch from Frost's gaze. While Blake may not be aware of the entirety of the situation, such as he was the 'feeble' human in the room, he was not going to back down from a hothead. He would bite his cheek and try to control his tongue, if for no other reason than at the end of the night he would be leaving Claire alone with this asshole. Of course, it didn't help he was in (apparently) Frost's house. It was rude to storm into a house, shit on the table, and leave, even if the guy deserved it.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Blake mumbled under his breath, glancing toward Claire to get an idea on her feelings toward the situation. Nope, she was still trying to play pleaser with this guy. Blake decided to busy himself with taking a peek at the time on his phone. It was late, which he already knew, and the cookies were probably going to take another... what, 20 minutes? He wasn't really a baker so it was a wild guess but the important thing was he had an excuse to linger for another half hour, maybe more, to make sure she wasn't going to be in any danger of any retribution for violating his "rules". Even though he knew it was all true, it was still entertaining listening to Claire recite their whole encounter. It really didn't seem it should have played out the way it did, much less with him standing in her kitchen waiting on cookies.
When Frost spoke again, turning a fleeting look toward Blake, the human scratched his jaw, though a lingering middle finger made sure to let him know the feelings were mutual. If Blake wound up back at this house, well, it would probably involve something more than cookies. Claire would be welcome to come visit and stay if she wanted, but Blake had no intention of making this a weekly, monthly, yearly, ever thing. Cause, seriously, fuck this douche.
"I may need her to walk me back to my house, though, otherwise I may get lost and wind back up here." Blake returned with a friendly smile, staring directly at Frost as he did so. "I know, I talked, but considering that was directed toward me, I figured it appropriate." Dammit, Blake, you're supposed to be biting that tongue, not letting it wag. Still, there's only so much a man can take coming from a guy who looked like he couldn't even walk into a bar without being carded.