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.
she ran outta gas and somehow i'm to blame
Posted on July 18, 2014 by Alekai
 Had he been able to form any sort of sentence in regards to the woman's baiting words he may well have been inclined to tell her that despite what she seems to think, the majority of society tended to actually exercise some control when it came to waiting for their turn to use a shower. As it was, he had been entirely to stunned by the relatively unknown creature waltzing in to actually do little more than shout at her before storming out. It was only know, perhaps, as he attempted to rehydrate his dehydrated noodle dinner that he was given to think of rather a number of things he would have liked to have told her instead, something of a rueful smirk tracing his lips as he paused to lean over the bowl. He prodded momentarily at what was actually beginning to look akin to a meal, attempting to calm his turbulent thoughts and sooth his agitation, the woman sure to leave once she had actually showered, Azrael even content enough to let her keep the clothes if it meant she'd get out all the sooner. The gentle sound behind him saw him pause in his attempts at 'cooking', his words muttered begrudgingly towards her, assuring himself he hardly cared whether her wound had opened up again or not. He'd pulled her from a burning apartment, as far as he was concerned that's where his generosity should have ended, his duty to her no more then an obligatory moment of assistance and nothing else. Why he had tried to help her to the extent he did he hardly knows. Her words earn little more than a grunt from him in response, carefully to keep his own lips closed and ignore the question entirely. It is perhaps a weakness of sorts, one he had possessed ever since he had been so unwillingly forced into this life, the man possessing a total and complete inability to lie in any way. He had however, learned that while he had something of an apparent obligation to tell the truth- he had no obligation to actually answer the question at all and as such simply ignores her pointed words in regards to whether or not he cared. He was entirely sure he didn't and yet- he hardly trusted himself to provide such an answer. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?" It is a pointed question, the man seeming to bristle the moment she steps closer and up behind him, each toned muscle tensing at her approach, the blonde becoming highly aware of the woman once more as she seems to linger far closer than he is sure is acceptable. Had she no understanding of personal space? Was being this close to someone she hardly knew normal from whatever fucking place she came from? He is entirely sure he hasn't worked this hard to get rid of someone in years and yet it was almost as if she enjoyed it- almost as if she seemed to find his irritation amusing. Her close proximity seems to see him very near freeze beneath her touch, as if he is content to fight two entirely different urges in that moment, the warmth of her chest pressing against his back in those few delicate moments as he half turns to face her, determined to ask her why the hell she was standing there when she suddenly seemed to dart away from him. For a moment the golden eyed man merely looks bemused once more- until he notices his dinner in her other hand, eyes narrowed suddenly, a retort already upon his lips until he seems to become entirely aware of exactly what she is wearing. It would be a lie entirely to say some part of himself didn't find the image before him at least mildly appealing, his shirt seeming to rest just above her knees as if she'd tumbled out of bed only moments ago- at least she would have if not for the noodles she held, the man managing to pull his gaze away from her limbs she cocked her hip to one side, resting her hand against it in a manner the seemed almost mocking. Had he been going to share them? "No." That was entirely the truth. Arms folded across his chest once more, the man evidently content to glower at her now, lashings of white gold hair falling into his gaze as he moved to regard her evenly, disdain clear in every line of his athletic frame. Perhaps- had he been a humorous person he may well have been inclined to take some amusement from her actions, as it was, even a genuine smile was rare for the man, although a rather decent imitation of one seemed to touch his lips now, every feature seeming to alight with that simple gesture, Azrael truly a handsome boy when he actually smiled- moving to easily open the top draw before him. "If you're going to eat my dinner you might as well use a fork." The soft silver utensil rested lightly within his hand a moment, as if he merely desired to offer it towards her before his own rather unique affinity is engaged once more, the fork launched towards her with such speed that the metal prongs are left embedded in the wall behind her, mere inches from her head as another smile traces his lips, as entirely angelic as the first. "I'm sorry, that was a bad throw, let me try again." His own frame moves then, the man a blur of speed as he appears suddenly behind her, one arm reaching up to snatch the bowl from her as the other rather daringly seems to encircle her waist. "I'll take that back, thank you." It is with a sudden, quick movement that his grip on her waist tightens, that delicate softness of her frame pressed against the hard plains of his own, the well-toned man hoisting her upward and over his shoulder with little effort as if he carries a sack of potatoes, apparently determined to carry her out if she wouldn't go herself, heading now for the front door, his noodles in one hand- Caprice in the other. "While this has been a fucking fabulous evening I think it's time I showed you to the door- allow me." And he seems to wonder why he has no friends. Women- he thinks are by far the most useless things on this planet- this one seeming to have gone above and beyond in an effort to annoy him. He tightens his grip on her ever so slightly, unwilling to let her escape and take off into any other part of the apartment and lock herself in somewhere. This, he thinks, is not one of his better nights- even with a woman in his arms. |