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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 03, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 It is momentary and yet there all the same, that brief look of surprise that seemed to dance upon her delicate features at the mention of Nadya's name, that ever-so subtle indication enough to be seized upon by the unusually snowy haired man to confirm his own belief in just whom the girl worked for. It explained her outfit after all, the amount of flesh showing surely designed entirely to entice the men whom frequented Nadya's bar to spend a little more money, to stay just a little long- if only to imagine what they themselves might do if given the chance with such undoubtedly exceptional examples of the female form. He had visited Nadya's bar before, twice now in fact- much of the establishment failing to have any effect upon him in that regard. Perhaps his own tastes were far to...singular to enjoy such frivolity. His second visit had proven more to his liking and yet that had been well after the bar had closed. Her source of income however, is of little concern, in the end. Besides, Nadya, he is sure, would look after her employees well enough- the girl having seemed far more the entrepreneur then her brother or brothers- the relations of that pack still elusive to him. He can very near feel in unease within the young woman before him, nervousness a palpable thing to any animal and though slight as it was and beautiful concealed though it remained he is aware of it, on some level, some darker part of himself perhaps enjoying such a notion more then he should. It is pleasing after all, to have a predator squirm a little- though she is hardly the first to come to the realisation that of all those whom carry the title of 'prey'- Frost was surely not one of them. She was amusing to him still, for all her subtleties, nervous though she may have been she remained wholly composed, confident in her actions and decidedly business-like, her manner appealing to him in some regard, the man forever amused by the women of this city. Many of them reminded him of those he had known from his childhood, quiet, submissive and willing- the way he had been led to believe, in his childhood, that women should be and yet so many here seemed to be as Carolina- determined, clever, capable of strengths unknown to them and indeed there is something truly alluring about such women. Those with the confidence to dictate their own paths. It was both curious to him and agitating all at once though his features remain neutral as always, a carefully composed construct of seeming indifference that flickers only at her mention of pies. A soft chuckle slipping briefly from his lips. "So it would seem." The deep baritone of his voice contrasts almost harshly against her own lighter, softer lyrics, the words muttered more to herself though he had seen fit to answer them anyway- in some fashion. His attention is distracted then, drawn to the sudden sound of the cat leaping from its place atop a nearby armchair to weave its way towards him before beginning to wind in and out of his limbs with surprising affection. For a moment the young man merely stares towards it, frowning slightly at it's intrusion on his conversation before the most potent of his powers flares into life, directed towards the hand he simply extends downward and towards the tabby creature. Cat's so did seem to like anything that omitted heat and warmth, this cat evidently no different as his fingers moved to run smoothly through the animal's fur with heated strokes, its purrs of utter satisfaction echoing within the space before the equine simply moves to lean away once more and fixate his attention back upon the girl and the task at hand. The words are barely free of his lips in the moment she moves to step suddenly forward, his own muscle tensing with equal sharpness in an instinctive response to a movement so sudden though he maintains his position all the same- allowing the young woman to reach for the medallion about his neck. His form releases any tautness it had held as her fingers brush the medallion, no doubt observing the galloping horse carved into it, unusual, in it's possession of no less than eight legs and yet her understanding of such a symbol would depend wholly upon her understanding of Nordic gods. Her proximity however perhaps provides more information then she intends, the scent of her far more potent now, her perfume decidedly...pleasant in some fashion though he sees no need to offer such information as she moves to lean away. Her fingers gracing upon his own however- was unexpected, her fingers softer, smoother perhaps then he had truly anticipated and yet the manner in which she hurriedly snatches her hand away- as if she fears she may lose it somehow, brings a momentary quirk to his lips once more as she hurries to review the drawing. Such a curious creature, this woman. One he finds himself...inclined perhaps, to know more off- in time. She was however, proving to be as wholly astute as he had anticipated, the girl perhaps more intelligent then even she gave herself credit for and yet once more he finds such intelligence both alluring and infuriating all at once. She would be more....difficult then he desired, it would seem and yet for now at least he is willing to engage in her little her game. If only because she seemed willing to engage in his. A simple nod is all he offers at her acceptance of his task, his decided lack of information clearly seized upon and yet she pressed him no further for what he would surely be reluctant to give. Evidently she was sensible too. Perhaps too sensible. Her demand of a favour is met with the rather distinct lift of a single eye in wary surprise. This he had not expected, nor did he particularly find he liked it. Favours were not his forte, the ambiguity of her request equally displeasing and yet a favour could be....tweaked if need be, a loose wave of his hand gesturing for her to continue as she strode boldly forward now to demand not only an hourly fee but a thousand dollars in cash should she actually manage the task itself. "That's a little steep, don't you think? I am hardly asking you to break into the national bank." It is perhaps the first time there is any indication of emotion within the man, a noticeable vein of agitation slipping softly into the words as they are offered, some manner of sarcasm seeming to thrum within them as he snorts softly, remaining against the couch as he does- regarding her more warily now. Clearly she was deserving of more of his....effort then he had anticipated. "I propose instead that I give you this favour, plus five hundred now and five hundred when you actually bring it to me. I can tell you exactly where to find it and who has it- I've done half your job for you." He pauses a moment now, violet gaze resting upon her beneath that thick forelock of hair, waiting for some rebuttal from the woman, curious to see if she could be bargained down in this fashion- the man attempting to circumnavigate her hourly fee and very nearly halve her price with his own well-crafted deal. He was curious, truly, to see if the woman remained firm else allowed her pricing to shift at his request. "The West, at the docks. There is a cargo ship there, you cannot miss it, it is the largest in the harbour, it is quiet by day but at night it is an arena of sorts that conducts cage fights and the like between our species for money. There is a man there, very tall with messy black hair, I believe he has what I need. I am in possession of a floorplan of the Ark which I am willing to lend you to help with your planning, provided of course, your willing to accept my proposal of payment. If you going to charge me by the hour to set it up though, then I see no reason not to get my money's worth and leave you to craft your own map." The barest hint of a simper dances almost momentarily across his lips, offering her access to the maps and information Crow had given him, making her work significantly easier- provided of course, she met him on his terms. He has not survived this long by being foolish after all. |
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- living like we're renegades - By Carolina Grace Bedford on October 04, 2015 at 5:32 PM
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