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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.

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Posted on July 04, 2014 by Kat Foster
Residences Reopen Thread

I check the clock for the upteenth time, chiding myself even before my eyes find the glass face. I know that he'll be here. He always comes when I tell him to, and yet I can't help but think I shouldn't have asked him to come to my place. His place is like a grand hotel compared to my cheap apartment. It's not like I don't have the money to get something nicer; I've just never been a fan of throwing away what I earn. I'm a hunter for hire. Sure, I'll kill a baddie if I come across them harassing someone on the street but otherwise, I don't go out looking for it. I wait for a wealthy client to make a claim and give me a target then I hunt. I love hunting my prey. I love seeing the look on their faces when they see me and know that I'm here for them. It's a rush nothing else can beat.

Well...that is, until I recieved a new kind of rush that should have never happened. Now everything is awkward between Kohl and I and I know it's no one's fault to blame but mine. I shouldn't have let myself get so vulnerable. I shouldn't have given into him just because he was helping me out of a tight spot. I mean, I practically died on his living room floor. I went out on a hunt and I got into trouble. It turns out that the vampire I was hunting had a nest and they all had something against hunters, lucky me. I recieved multiple bruises and gashes and yes, even bites, but they didn't get to keep me. Oh no, I wasn't going down that fucked up road, so I got myself out of there and came to the only place I knew would take me in at three o'clock in the morning. I went to Kohl's house.

Then I passed out and he took care of my wounds and I took a shower at his place. My first mistake. I should have just gone home to heal. It wasn't like it would take very long. One of the perks of being a hunter. And yet I stayed and one thing led to the other and before I know it, I'm waking up next to Kohl in his bed...naked. Fuck. That was the worst moment in my life and yet....I actually wanted to stay right there and wait for him to wake up. I wanted to brush the hair from his eyes and I wanted to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. But I knew that would be a very bad idea and so I left. I grabbed my stuff and as sneakily as I could, I left. Since then, every time I'm around him, I try to focus intensely on training him how to hunt. To be honest, I don't think the guy could hit dead fish in a barrel but still, I try. His life depends on it.

I look around my apartment. I know there's not much here to straighten up and I know I'm just stalling because like every time I'm alone with him now, I feel nervous. I feel like I should look a certain way or act a certain way and I don't even know what that way is. It's terrifying and so fucking frustrating. I leave the bedroom and closet the door. I definitely don't want to be within eye sight of a bed with him around. I head to my lone couch in the living room and collapse onto it, spreading out cause I know he'll probably want to sit there when he comes. I've got the coffee table pulled up to it with an assortment of weapons on top for our lesson. Picking up a stake, I run my fingers over it delicately, as if it's made of glass. I wish I'd had twenty more of these that night. And twenty more arms to wield them. Sighing, I put the stake back on the table and for the upteenth time, I look at the clock again.


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