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.
Somehow Everything's Gonna Fall
Posted on October 28, 2015 by Amaya Douglass
 The TV was turned down fairly low, and occasionally her eyes glanced up to look at whatever she happened to be playing on in the background. It was some silly kid's cartoon about ponies and the power of friendship. Occasionally it caught her attention, but she lost it again in her numbers when the ponies starting singing. It was nice to have something going on in the background, but only just enough to give her small breaks from the mind mending tasks of crunching numbers and finding trends. She had been working on figuring numbers for a local bakery, trying to find where their losses were. Prices of flour had never interested her much, but now the differences between whole wheat and rice grain seemed fascinating. Sure, they had just asked her to find where they could cut costs, but she believed in going above and beyond. The sound at the door made her jump in surprise. She did not have anyone coming today. No appointments, no orders, she almost never got mail. A quick glance at her phone calendar confirmed that her day had been completely empty to work on her projects. Eyes narrowed, she leapt out of her piles of paper and opened her door. Before her stood a very well groomed and well dressed man, looking entirely out of place in her only moderately-passable apartment doorway. Even more-so compared to her. Expecting to have had the day to herself, Amaya had completely neglected to put effort into her morning. Fleece plaid lounge pants and a loose white tank-top hung off the dancer's body. Holes dotted the cloth, and she was thankful she had decided to put a bra on. Her hair tumbled just below her shoulders and had obviously had her hands running through it and messing it up. Luckily she had showered that morning, so was at least clean. Her eyes glanced at the plants he was fiddling with, she had forgotten those had even been put out and raised her pierced eyebrow at him, clicking her lip ring against her teeth. There was something about this man that made her incredibly uneasy. Her eyes frantically looked over him, trying to figure out why he was making her stomach turn and heart beat faster. The flicker of anxiety in her calmed slightly when he held up the flier. Her lack of advertising and visual arts skills were immediately recognizable. "Yes!" She answered, her voice naturally excited, erasing the surprise at having a stranger at her door. "My name is Amaya. What can I do for you, Kohl?" Leaning against her doorframe she smiled, being friendly enough that it hopefully trumped her rudeness for not letting him into her apartment. Another quick glance over him and she took a subtle steadying breath. Uneasiness aside, he seemed to come from a place that she did not. Bringing someone like him into her small, two bedroom apartment did not seem like the greatest of ideas. Over her shoulder is was obvious that she was clean, but her work was strewn all over her coffee table and couch. Highlighters and pens of various colors littering the space and corresponding with papers. Walls were crammed with book shelves and filing cabinets. Maps were framed on the walls as well as pictures of far off places of the world. Eyes looked over him again and once more her pierced eyebrow slowly lifted. She was unsure about the rules of etiquette in this situation. |
Replies
- your looking just like my type - By Kohl on October 29, 2015 at 4:34 AM
- Right Into Place - By Amaya Douglass on October 29, 2015 at 9:54 AM
- if i could find a way to see this straight - By Kohl on October 30, 2015 at 3:13 PM
- If We Only Had A Way - By Amaya Douglass on November 03, 2015 at 4:22 AM
- all i needed was a call - By Kohl on November 07, 2015 at 1:43 PM