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.
We Were Born For This
Posted on October 18, 2015 by Amaya Dougless
 Desperation had started to sink in. She was down to two months of rent left in her bank account. Without a roommate or a job, preferably both, she would not be able to make it much longer. That being said, in the morning she had printed out fliers that offered professional dance lessons and data analyst services. Prices and wages upon discussion, it said on the bottom followed by her phone number. Dark brown eyes looked over the flier, noting that it looked professional but still eye catching. She cursed the fact she had zero experience in graphic design or marketing. With a sigh, she grabbed her stack of copies and hit the streets before the sun was even up. Thick boots thomped against the cement as she walked, hiding the truth that she was light on her feet. She started off by simply attaching the papers to street signs, lamp posts, random storefront doors. Anywhere she thought is was at least mostly legal for her to post them. As the sun started to rise she made her way over to the high school. Looking at the doors she struggled to keep the cringe off her body. It had been so long since she had been to high school, she almost did not dare enter the building. Her stomach grumbled, complaining and pointing out she had only had ramen to eat for dinner the previous night and oatmeal this morning. Biting her pierced lip, she stepped into the school, and very kindly spoke with the front office, asking if she could at least post her signs in the school for students who might have been interested. They agreed. Feeling giddy, she ran out of the building, sliding to a halt in front of a very nice looking car. An eyebrow with a ring through it rose. High schoolers and their fancy camaro cars. Amaya smirked and put one of her papers in the wiper of the car. With a shrug to herself she poked through the parking lot, singling out shiny, sporty, and expensive cars. Maybe at least one of them would want to learn how to dance. Her next stops were the business starting to open. Local businesses, possibly hiring her for part time, single project analysis. She spoke to them and offered anything that could be of use to them. A couple deals were struck, and she was starting to feel relieved. In one book store the owner took her up on both dance lessons and cost analysis of their small bakery items. Slowly, Amaya's smile started to grow with every interaction, her natural personable nature starting to shine through. This time when she stepped into the streets, the cool autumn air around the witch warmed with her happiness. Her next target were community centers and gyms as people were starting to leave school, and leave work to meet their kids at home. With growing confidence she walked into the gym, and hung out by the front desk. Turning on her charm, she talked the assistant there into posting her ad, and even chatted with a program manager at the gym. For a while they talked about possibly contracting a night a week for dance lessons at the gym, if there was enough interest. Grinning from ear to ear, she twirled gracefully as she left the building. Once again in the parking lot she noticed the same camaro she had seen at the high school. Her grin turned mischievous and she slapped the flier on the window again, this time sticking one in the door, too. Once again she pinpointed the higher end cars. The day was beginning to end. She had stopped back at home, feeling as though the day had been a success she decided to go out for the night. Stripping out of the day's feminine 'professional' wear she pulled on nice slacks, a dark red but well fitting men's dress shirt that blended her form into tasteful image of androgyny, accentuated with an orange Nightmare Before Christmas tie (it was after all Autumn). The final touch was her signature brown bowler hat. A quick glance in the mirror and she hit the bar. High spirits followed her on the wind as she walked down the street, still occasionally putting up a flier here and there. A grin firmly on her face she stepped off the sidewalk only to jump back as the camaro drove in front of her to park. Laughter flowed from the witch at the sight of it, the wind rustling with the rich scents of the fall to join her in her amusement. Impish, she danced up to the car, put three of her last papers in the wiper and both doors of the vehicle before slapping one on the advertising window of the bar. Unable to wipe the smile from her face she danced up to the high school and stepped in front of her. Before she said anything, she took off her hat and bowed her head to the girl. "You, I believe, shouldn't be here." She said, knowing full well that she was being incredibly creepy and stalkerish. However, the smile on her face gleamed with good nature and innocent intentions. She replaced her hat and put her hands in her pockets. With a pierced lip, eyebrow, gender-transient clothing, and pentacle tattooed behind her ear, visible even through her auburn hair, it was obvious this witch could teach someone far more than just how to dance. |