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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.
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Posted on October 02, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 If the young blonde woman was surprised by his presence she hardly seemed to show it, in fact the words that near purred from her lips seemed to indicate otherwise, Frosts own momentary surprise reflected briefly within the violet of his gaze- though indeed such a notion remained hidden as always beneath that shock of white hair as he simply allowed a quirk of his lips by way of response. Her slender form shifted back from the door as he moved to ease himself from his own reclining position to step smoothly into the apartment- pausing once more to simply examine it. It was simple, worn, much of the furniture seeming to have seen better days and yet truly had he managed to capture her thoughts on the matter he may well have found amusement in them. He had, over time, managed to build his own funds to a substantial enough amount to facilitate a larger, more impressive home then her own and yet even so there had been far more times in his young life then he cared to recall that had involved a similar, if not worse living situation then her. The man truly in little place to judge and as such he does not- at least for now, merely taking into account that for this woman, money may well be an easy motivator. Her home was perhaps not what he had anticipated of her and yet for now such concerns are trivial. Her mention of a bar sees his attention shift however, violet gaze cutting back towards her with perhaps more intrigue then he was often given to display, whatever words he had been about to speak cut short in that moment as he moved to examine her again. There were numerous bars within the city and yet her outfit was decidedly more......showy perhaps, then most, each curve and swell of her form highlighted in a distinct fashion that the man had come to associate most commonly with Nadya and her establishment. Hmmm. Perhaps Carolina would have far more access to his chosen targets then he had anticipated and yet by that same token, if it was Nadya she worked for there was the potential for...unwillingness to risk displeasing her employer by acting against her pack. Why Nadya remained with her brother and his rabble was a question in itself and yet once more one Frost saw little need to consider for now, his personal affairs in regards to Nadya were hardly the concern of Carolina. Either way his clever mind had already seized upon the potential pitfalls of his own proposal, each word spoken thereafter a collection of carefully collected syllables. "You intrigued me the other day, with your expression of your skills- if you will. I am looking for something decidedly particular, a single item that is in the possession of another and I need it...removed from that possession." The word 'steal' is noticeably omitted from his speech, hands tucked smoothly into his pockets as he moves to wander from the woman slightly, what little of his gaze can be seen moving to glide over her few meagre possession before he moves to rest against the back of her couch in a position of languid ease once more. "As for this bar, don't worry, I won't keep you long- although if you simply tell Nadya to whom you were speaking she will understand I am sure." His words remain calm and smoothly placed as always, even despite that lingering....cold that seemed to rest just beneath as if each word perhaps meant more than it would seem and indeed in this case perhaps it did, though for now the equine chooses to divulge his relationship with Nadya no further. Perhaps Carolina did not work for Nadya at all and as such would meet his words with no more then confusion, though he doubts such a thing, either way he simply allows his shoulders to roll in a shrug of sorts- dismissing that line of conversation. "This is what I am looking for." He reaches easily to the pocket of his jeans, handing the woman the folded piece of paper within, allowing her a moment to unfold it, revelling the hand-drawn sketch within- an amulet of sorts, with a wolfs head carved within, writing of noticeable age in a language long ago forgotten carved about the outside of it. "It is small, silver in colour and attached to a chain- worn around the neck like so." One hand reaches loosely for the chain at his own neck, lifting it from within his shirt to display the near identical medallion that hung from it- this one decorated instead with a horse. "I know who has it and where they are- I simply require someone to fetch it for me, or at least try too. What would you ask, Carolina, for a job of that description?" He sees no need, unless pressed, to give her further details of this task- she would surely discover such for herself when she undertook it. After all, what good would it do to make the girl aware of the....enormity of this effort. It was far better, perhaps, to omit certain details or risk factors unless she was astute enough to press for them. He has no desire to pay her a single cent more then is required. Young though he may be- he understands business well enough. |
Replies
- living like we're renegades - By Carolina Grace Bedford on October 02, 2015 at 8:44 PM
- but from what i know of desire - By Rixon Leifsson on October 03, 2015 at 4:49 PM
- living like we're renegades - By Carolina Grace Bedford on October 04, 2015 at 5:32 PM
- i stand with those who favor fire - By Rixon Leifsson on October 06, 2015 at 4:14 AM
- living like we're renegades - By Carolina Grace Bedford on October 06, 2015 at 6:30 AM