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    The Residences

    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's You'll Find Here

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    Anacosta Heights

    11 residents

    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.

    Rowena MetcalfSebastian Ellington-AragonaKohl JonesDareios Auerbach Dorian Ellington-AragonaAmelia MarekIórkæll DværgAndras SteinColumbia De LÉvÊque Lisé DupontVitani Lovelace
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    Dupont Circle

    5 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they 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 for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Adelaide LabelleJohnathan HolmesGia Jones William TownsendMaera Carrick
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    Hawethorn Village

    5 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn 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.

    Serafina DuboisAnastasia RomanovaLazarus DarayMiyako AikenElain Daray
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    River Dale

    9 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroKillian CarrickMalakai KanaitaCarolina BedfordSterling TenembrageEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
meet me at dark thirty and it's on like donkey kong67.143.208.184Posted On December 08, 2017 at 4:46 PM by Taylor Dixon



He already knew enough of Adelaide that he was sure her father would never approve of him. There could always be that doubt in the back of his mind that she was only willing to spend time with him as a way to spite her not so beloved father, but Taylor couldn't convince himself that she was like that. Everything about Adelaide seemed genuine and likable. She had a fire to her, for sure, a determination to be her own person and make her own way. He admired that. He couldn't believe that she would be the type to rebel so selfishly and use him like that. Maybe he was just biased cause of his attraction to her, but he would continue to play the blind fool, if so. He didn't want to jump ahead of himself and think that anything would come of this...whatever this was between them. Right now it seemed to be a blossoming friendship and he would take that. If he were to encourage those thoughts of a possible future, it would only depress him. He was hard set on being the provider, taking care of his woman, and it was far too obvious that Adelaide was already well taken care of. He would never be able to match her in power or money or estate. He would never be able to offer her a title or even buy her a car like anything her father could probably drop at her doorstep any day of the week.

He was nothing like those suitors she spoke of. He wasn't vain or arrogant but he certainly had his own form of pride. He didn't mind that he had a worker's tan and calloused hands. He was used to manual labor and earning his cash the hard way. One thing he could promise was honesty. He didn't see the benefit in lying. You would only get found out eventually and then you would have to beg forgiveness. Whereas truth was more straight forward. It could either be taken with a grain of salt or it could turn your world upside down, but however you reacted to it, that was your problem. He wouldn't have the burden of guilt on his shoulders for saying it and he wouldn't want it any other way. He might feel bad about hurting someone's feelings but never about telling them the truth. He hoped that last night wouldn't be the last time she rode the Harley with him. He would be lying if he said he didn't like her close proximity on the seat, but it was more than that. He'd never seen someone so alive, so free, as she was on the back of that bike. He felt like he could trust her with his deepest darkest secrets. He had no doubt that she would take them to her grave, not spread them around like idle gossip. He knew the hardest one to win over would be Townsend. Well, other than Rose. Townsend was the closest thing she had to a friend/father/brother, any kind of figure that she respected the opinion of. If he couldn't win Townsend's approval, he would never had a chance. Of that, he was somehow sure.

Though she might indulge him with her company, it would never be complete. He felt like the teenage prom date shifting nervously on the porch step, waiting to be greeted with an overly protective father and his newly cleaned shotgun. Townsend was the one he needed to butter up and he would be determined to win him over, one way or another, if only to cement his time spent with Adelaide. He mentioned that he was trying to butter up the surpervisor as she let him in, her lips tugging into an easy smile as she admitted it may give him an advantage. "I'll take any kind of headstart I can get." He confessed as he ran a hand through his hair, following her further into the house and toward the kitchen. It smelled like heaven. Coffee and breakfast. It just went so well together. She laughed at his comment about whipping the yard into shape, saying she had no doubt that he would and he gave an easy smirk in return. He made a wry comment about guys on motorcycles and her only response was to smile at him softly as she continued to crack eggs and get breakfast ready. He watched with interest as she moved about the kitchen gracefully, pouring things into bowls and heading to the cutting board like she had the step by step list of cooking in her head. He didn't have to hide his interest without an overbearing father to worry about. He used to love to watch his mother move about the kitchen. She always knew what she was doing too.

She explained that Townsend meant well and Taylor nodded. "I have no doubt. He's protective of you. I bet if he'd been around the burlesque, I would have never had the chance to save you." His brow raised as she admitted that they might find common ground but it wasn't her story to tell. He smiled. "He'll warm up to me." His eyes glittered curiously when she said that she had already told him what she thought of Taylor. "Well I didn't have a hitman set up outside my hotel room this morning so I guess it was positive." He smirked playfully. His gaze moved to watch her as she started cutting the vegetables, intrigued by how she could do it so fast without cutting herself. He asked if there was anything he could do and he could practically see the wheels turning in her head before she finally told him he could grate the cheese next to her. He nodded, telling himself he had gotten himself into this so now he had to see it through. Getting up, he moved over to stand next to her, picking up the grater and the first block of cheese. He started swiping the cheese on the grater, remembering how his mom used to do it to make tacos for him when he had his cravings. It was one of his favorite tasks to do before his dad stepped in and tried to make it look like he would be gay if he learned how to cook. It didn't take long before he got into a rhythm, getting a good amount of both, probably more than she needed, but hey, he liked cheese. He put both piles on a plate and smirked at her, obviously proud of himself. "Anything else?"

She told him not to worry about there not being enough food though she cautioned him to eat his fill before trying to feed the dogs. He tried to look scolded. "Yes, ma'am." He said in a sulky voice, though his eyes gleamed playfully. He loved the look of pleasure on Reginald's face as he scratched behind his ears, that groan making him chuckle. "Is that your spot?" When he made a comment to Rose, who looked less thrilled with him, Adelaide told him that winning her might be harder than winning Townsend. "I'm quite stubborn so we'll just have to see who wins out." He smirked. Then Adelaide moved the conversation over to him, enticing him by saying she would share for each fact he shared about himself. He raised a brow. "Alright, I'll bite. Let's see." He looked thoughtful for a second. "I dropped out of high school in tenth grade. Didn't get a GED. Didn't go to college." If that didn't tell her how much of a loser he was, he didn't know what would. Might as well let her know what she's getting into with even just a friendship with him. He didn't want her to go back and regret being so friendly to him.



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