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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.
Dare me to dare You
Posted on February 05, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
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I don't know what came over me or how I did it. All I know is the foxhound is gone and so is the bow and arrow I somehow...wished(?) into being. I don't know how it works. I've never done that before, I know that. Frost is motionless at first, simply staring as if trying to process it all even as I stare at the spot the foxhound was, still stunned. As he stands, I jump a little, having forgotten that he was there for a minute. He looks at me and I don't know what to expect, my arms trembling from the experience. But his words are as cold as I should have expected, telling me to thank him any time. Instead my eyes narrow. "You asshole! You tried to send a rabid foxhound after me! Why do you always have to try to hurt someone to get what you want? There are easier ways!" As he walks toward me, I hesitate, wondering if he's coming to threaten me again but he brushes past me, saying I can eat as he moves toward the house. Feeling childish but angry all at the same time, I stomp my foot, even as rain drops begin to fall. "No!" I yell, crossing my arms as I stand in the backyard. "I don't want to eat in the same house as you, let alone the same room." I refuse to go in after him or sit at his table. Even though I can smell the food from here and it's making my mouth water, my pride is both injured by his tactics and bolstered by my new power. I roll my eyes at his words of it being hard and me doing well. All at once, I ache for that bow again and there it is, even easier this time as I call it to my hand. I let fly an arrow and it whips past Frost's face, ending up anchored in the wall just behind him, straight through the middle of the muffin he'd been holding. I continue to glare at him as I lower the bow, feeling the weight in my hand like a reassurance this time. "No, we're not. You do what I want tomorrow or I'm done. You've pushed everyone away that means anything to me. You have no one to hurt or use against me anymore." The words are almost dull from my lips, like defeat with a bitter edge. "I'm tired of being bullied by you. I'm not your pack member to command as you please and I'm not your ragdoll to torture and call every little accomplishment your just deserts." I step up onto the porch, stopping just a foot or so from him. "Do what I want or I'll tell Alexander you hurt me." My brow quirks upward in daring. Oh yes, I went there. I saw the way he looked at Alexander that night. I didn't forget everything. In fact, I've died a thousand times of embarassment thinking about that night. He may not fear Alexander because I don't think there's anyone he really fears, but he has a wary sense of respect for him or something of the like. Either way, he doesn't want Alexander to know our connection. I've kept his secret up till now cause I didn't see the point of telling Alexander and worrying him but whatever pull I've got over Frost, I'm willing to use it right now. |
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- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on February 21, 2016 at 3:23 PM