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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.
If We Only Had A Way
Posted on November 03, 2015 by Amaya Douglass
 A smile flickered across her face when the man stepped through her door and immediately took off his shoes. If there was anything that made her cringe about cleanliness, it was dust and shoe prints on her carpet. Since she more often than not walked around her apartment barefoot, she hated the feeling of dirt sticking into her feet when she had been expecting plush. Maybe this man was okay, polite enough. He still unnerved her though. The growing mixed feelings regarding him were starting to become more than just a confusing whisper in the back of her mind. White noise of anxiety was starting to settle in. Once more the ring of her eyebrow lifted at him and she smiled. The appartment was big enough to be considered 'cozy' but clearly did not have every modern convenience attached to it. She did not even have a microwave, let alone a dishwasher. "You're looking at the dishwasher." She chuckled good naturedly, her jumping nerves concealed by humor. Whether he had been looking at her or the sink at the time of her comment, the statement remained to be true. Patiently she waited as he explained his situation, studying him over the rim of her tea cup as he spoke. It sounded like he needed something more than a data analyst. As she listened to what he said she also listened between the lines. He had a very relaxed method of making sure things in his business and life were going well for him with very little of his own effort exerted. With various teams of professionals who specialized in their fields but possibly had no knowledge of how to walk in the others, or work with those who did. Amaya wondered casually what this man did instead of maintain his offices and employees. He was finely dressed and his body more fit than even some who considered the task he was offering 'long and tedious'. She wondered what his hair would have looked like a little longer, falling over slightly narrower shoulders to cover an hourglass figure instead of a muscular male chest... Amaya snorted, choked, and coughed into her hot tea, then hissed when the steaming water burned her hand. Thought process crashed very suddenly back to what he was saying at the word 'hundred'. Taking a minute to blink and recover she looked down at her piece of paper as if it was doing the rough calculations in her mind. Taking the smallest numbers for a part-time, 20-hour a week job it was... "That's $48,000." She could not help but breath the words in a soft whisper. It was more money than she had ever hoped to make in a year. Dark eyes blinked again and all thoughts of this man suddenly having more feminine features vanished in her confusion over the monetary figure he had expressed. Amaya was anything but greedy, it made her stomach turn slightly. But she looked at him again and once more felt a strange tug and desire to run her hands over his saddeningly flat chest while still wanting to throw him out of her apartment with screams of unwarranted instinctual fear. Making a face, she shook her head to clear her thoughts, bringing them back to a more business standpoint. She was, after all, a 'professional'. "Tell you what. You seem to have a lot going on in your estate. Pay me what you believe is fair compensation for my quality of work-" she almost honestly hoped he would not pay her three-hundred an hour "-and see how I work with you and your people. By the end of your lawsuit, if you like what I do, we can talk about longer-term employment? If I work well I can take care of those tedious and boring figures and values so you don't have to. You can go about your life, doing...what...you do and I can update you at your convenience or interest. Is your sister single?" She blinked in surprise at her own slip and found that she had taken half a step toward him. Breathing him in she was both repulsed and entranced by his clean, crisp, high-class, city scent. Desire to pull him out into a rainy forest overwhelmed her and disgusted her. Once again she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "Or do you have a sister who is not trying to sue you?" Maybe she could take her out to a forest and strip her down in the rain. Back to business! Her mouth twisted again in a smile, trying to shove the incredibly confusing feelings as deep down as she could. "Not that I would fraternize with the enemy, but damn. Anything resembling you would be worth at least seeing." Okay, maybe not 'back to business.' |
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- all i needed was a call - By Kohl on November 07, 2015 at 1:43 PM