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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.
So stay with me, don't leave me with the medicine
Posted on July 23, 2015 by Johnathan Blake Holmes
Oh, by the way, Blake was still convinced that Blondie would end up on the police blogger for domestic violence in like... five years. Hopefully with a beer gut.
Claire stripping so suddenly caught Blake quite off-guard, the young man's eyes widening slightly as she peeled the clothing off. His eyes darted around the room back to her back around the room, unsure of where they should go and if he should flee the house in case those two were about to engage in some weird sex thing. Goddamn, all he wanted were some cookies. No wait, he hadn't even come here for that. He came to drop her off and now it's like he walked into some alternative dimension where the etiquette was too strange for him. Blake gave up after a moment, dragging his hand across his face as though it could simply wipe away the night and he would be back hom- Nope. Still here. Still a half-naked Claire. Good thing he had a nearly full bottle of alcohol at home. It probably wouldn't be come morning.
"No, Claire, it's... never mind." He replied, a pained look shot her way despite his best effort to control his expression. She... How did she not know what sarcasm was? Was she so innocent? Truly, after everything happening tonight, Blake found he was losing the will to battle over something he didn't completely understand. Not to mention, having to handle Claire's innocence against Blondie's hostility, it was giving him whiplash. Perhaps that's why he let the man's snappish reply, dismissing it as the guy blowing his own horn. Knows where he lives? Ha, doubtful. "His species"? Had the kid not looked in a mirror recently? Her next reply confirmed his worst fears- she was that unaware. Where did she come from? An Amish community? A rock? A cave? Good God, he would need to give her a crash course in the world if she was going to survive (preferably sans Blondie).
As Blondie monitored him, Blake watched Claire as she ran off to address the cookies in the oven. The moment of peace was rattled as Claire absently grabbed something she definitely should not have, pan and cookies clattering to the oven racks. He moved to help her but the other male had reached her side, Blake dropping off and standing in place. Part of him wanted to take the excuse to leave, to find a reason to duck out of this weird house, but he still felt like he should do something to ensure she was all right since he was pretty sure the hostilities had a role in her burn. Blake frowned when he saw the guy make no move to get her something cold to press against the burn, yet she seemed to be all right with that. It displeased him but how was he supposed to argue. With that, the events were over and they were being directed toward the door. Oh wait, events weren't over yet. Blondie had to get one more word in.
"It was dinner, not a fucking marriage proposal."
Blake snapped irritably as he jerked his arm free from Frost to follow Claire outside. Jesus Christ, he had met a couple of jealous boyfriends but this guy? Holy damn, he needed a bit of a reality check. Blake wasn't interested in playing with someone that could be a pervert's dream-Jailbait story. He was simply trying to do something kind. Shit, if this is what people dealt with trying to do something kind, no wonder there were so many assholes around.
Standing outside, attempting to use what little control he had left to control his frustration and irritation, Blake scowled at the ground, jaw clenched tightly. Huffing, he took a second to wipe the scowl off so he could bid Claire a good night. Instead, looking at her, he had half a mind to pick her up and just cart her back to his place where she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore.
"Claire, you should..." He hesitated, looking away from her and frowning, changing his mind, "You should buy some burn ointment from the store for that. It's like five or ten bucks, will help that heal." He gestured toward her hand, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck. He mulled over just leaving, but it felt wrong starting the night on a positive note yet leaving on a negative.
"Hey, don't forget to bring me some cookies," Blake flashed a small smile toward her, nudging her shoulder with a loose fist, "Maybe we can get a pizza or watch a shitty movie, like Big Ass Spider or something."