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.
HELL'S WHERE I WAS BORN! HELL'S WHERE I WAS RAISED! Carson
Posted on November 26, 2015 by COLE LYNCH
THIS HELL IS WHERE I'LL STAY
It seemed like another lifetime since that night. Like some feverish dream that he wasn't sure had really happened. If Cole thought hard enough, the pain he remembered seeing in Carson's eyes would quickly remind him that it was real - very real - and there was no going back. Though it felt like a great weight had been lifted from his back, Cole still often found himself withdrawn in their relationship. He had even managed to try and behave himself and not 'hunt' anymore.
But the itch was growing. He could feel the desire and blood lust building inside him, but he fought it. He fought it for Carson. And why Carson hadn't run was still puzzling, but comforting.
He had left before the sun rose this cold Autumn morning. Putting on day old jeans and a grey sweater. On top of this he wore a black leather coat and boots, quietly sliding out the door and trying to sneak out without waking anyone. Well, sneak out in a sense.He walked instead of driving, smoking a cigarette and thought aggressively of past actions. Reliving the murders was all he had now to satisfy himself and even thinking about them with Carson in the same room made him feel guilty and bad (which is why he often left, as if the cold weather would help cool his hot and twisted mind). It must have been nearly 9am when he heard a little girl squeal in excitement, stopping to look inside the small glass windows of the shop. Inside, he saw puppies and every cute damn animal one could imagine.
The little girl's excitement brings a smile to Cole's lips, and then it hits him. A pet! Something that would surely bring joy to Carson. The very thought of bringing home something cute and for them both to love makes Cole nearly identical to the little girl as he puts out his smoke and quickly walks inside the little shop. He strolls past the kittens, thinking a cat would be too snobby. Past the many puppies who all begged for his attention, thinking it was too needy. Well fuck ... I can't bring home a fish ... or can I? After several minutes of looking around, still chuckling at times as the girl's mother urged her to just pick a puppy already, he looked in the back and finally saw it.
The perfect pet.
It was half pass noon by the time he got back to their quiet apartment. He opens the door, loudly and announces himself like a returning King full of spoils, "HONEY, I'M HOME!" he grabs the crate (which had a towel over it to hide what was inside). He closes the door, standing on the mat inside and taking off his coat with a big ass grin on his face. Inside the crate, whatever it was, was as silent as could be. His wet, muddy boots he struggles to remove as he continues to speak (but not looking directly at Carson, not even sure where he was at exactly in the apartment), "I know it's not Christmas yet or your birthday, but I couldn't help myself!" Once the boots were off, he stands there with his hands on his hips, panting like an out of shape teenager and with a huge smile on his face, his eyes darting to the crate and back to Carson, over and over with a 'come and look' expression on his face. "I thought this place, and us, could use a little company!"
Inside, waiting for Carson to open, was a baby pot belly pig. Pink and with a black little patch over his right eye. He was also wearing a little red sweater with Christmas lights on it. "Open it!" He demands, giddy with seeing how Carson would react. Out in the hallway were a couple more bags full of the things they needed, but he wouldn't grab them, not until the surprise was over, fearing the litter box would give the wrong impression, though it might be funny to see Carson expect a cat and instead see the precious little piggy inside it inside.
