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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

&& i hate everything about you


Posted on January 17, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
Residences


I'm sure he's hating my cowardice the moment I choose to crouch down and cover my head. I finally turn to my shield if only to deflect his knives but once I figure out they're not even real, I feel anger boiling up inside of me. How dare he threaten me like that! I watch the knife I sent back at him go right through him and for a moment, my shield falters, a gasp dripping from my lips as I wait for blood to blossom on his chest but nothing happens and the knife disappears as quickly as it had come. I know without doubt now that they are fake and he did this make me bring out my shield. "Asshole." I mutter under my breath, well aware he can probably hear me.

He gives little more than a shrug, his expression impassive as it is most of the time. It's only on rare occasions that I can bring some emotion onto that blank slate. I give him a glare in answer before I have to pull my shield more snug against me. He continues to hurl knives and so I find myself in a rhythm of pushing them back, sending all my rage into aiming them back at his chest with the right angle of my shield hitting them to turn them just so and come flying back even faster than he's hurling. I continue to glare at him the whole time, calling him all the names I know in my head. My life means nothing to him1 how can he be so cruel? So heartless?

By the time he folds his arms though, I feel exhausted, my breath coming in pants as I fall to my knees, clutching my chest. My heart is hammering as he talks like nothing is wrong. Now he bring sup food? My stomach gurgles in answer. I look up at him. "Oh yeah? And what could you possibly want from me now? Should I run from a heat seeking missile or would you be satisfied with me dodging bullets?" Sarcasm drips from my lips as I look at him. My brow lifts at his next request. Cage him? With pleasure. Of course easier said than done. I've never tried such a thing so the idea of forming my shield around someone else for a different purpose than protecting them, well, it's a complicated thing. Usually my emotion guides the shield, tells it where to be but to send it to someone while wanting ill will toward them...not so simple.

At the movement of his wrist, I back up, suddenly hesitant, only to gasp as my eyes widen in sudden fear of the hound that appears seemingly out of nowhere. I hate foxhounds. I've had more than a few chase me in the days after I ran away from the pack, thinking me a simple egg thief or hen killer. Not to say I didn't do those things to survive but I was always able to outsmart them. Doesn't mean I like fighting for my life. I can hear his words but its all white noise as my eyes lock with the hound's. I try to do as he says, I try to picture it caged, but all I think of is bars, not my shield and so it stays dormant. the hound continues to charge me like a bad horror movie, the saliva dripping from its jaws in slow motion as I try again and again and just keep getting more frustrated.

When the dog gets close enough, he snarls and launches, heading straight for my face and I scream, but not a woman's save me scream. Oh no, I'm far past that. It's the cry of a warrior because in that moment that the dog launches, the only thing I can think of is what I'd give for a bow and arrow right now and it's like the thought alone puts the weight of soft wood in my hands. All at once I have a bow and exactly one arrow and I know what to do with it. I don't pause or hesitate, notching the arrow and sliding the bow up, taking aim and letting it fly. The arrow goes right through the dog's head with a thunk sound and even as the dog falls to the ground and vanishes, so too does the arrow disentegate like ash.

The bow falls from my hand as my arms drop to my sides, my sides heaving with adrenaline as the bow disappears before it can even hit the ground. I stare at Frost, as much in shock of what just happened than if the Easter bunny hopped right up to us at this moment.

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