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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
rules were meant to be bent and broken67.143.208.182Posted On December 16, 2017 at 9:24 AM by Taylor Dixon



He found himself thinking about Paris and it might have meant for Adelaide as he worked. She seemed to think of it as a prison but there was still something for her there. She had many suitors but none of them caught her fancy. Or had someone and she had been betrayed in the end? That could be a last straw and the nudge she needed to leave Paris and never look back. A broken heart always wants a clean start. He would know. But he didn't want to go reading too much into her past. He didn't know much about it and he didn't want to assume anything. She probably had a colorful past just like he did and he knew how he liked to keep some things to himself so he wouldn't blame her for doing the same. He wondered if any of those suitors would be determined enough to look for her, to pry the information from her parents and follow her here. Would he show up to find a man in a three piece suit sitting in the same place he'd sat only last night some day? He didn't want to think about it or the emotions that were already fighting to surface at such an idea. They barely knew each other. He had no business in feeling jealousy. She could date anyone she wanted. She was a free woman, just as he was a free man.

He liked the easy way with which they could open up to each other. She seemed able to talk to him about almost anything just as he found himself telling her things he never volunteered for anyone. He knew that took trust, to say such things with no fear of judgement and he knew after what she'd been through, it probably wasn't easy at all to give out such trust. He felt honored that she would choose him to share those things with. He thought he might feel fear himself at having such responsibility on his shoulders, like he was tasked with holding that trust or risk everything. And yet he found that he almost cherished holding onto that trust more than feared it. It had quickly become something precious to him, important, something worth keeping. He didn't want to betray her trust ever. He wanted to learn more about her, learn all her colorful secrets and he even wanted to share his own skeletons, if only so she would know exactly what she was getting into just by inviting him into her home. He didn't want her in danger because of the poor decisions he'd made. He would never forgive himself if something happened to her because of him.

The companionship he'd managed to garner from Reginald was a clear bonus to Adelaide's company but he enjoyed it. Reginald had gotten a stick from his pile as naturally as if it were laid out specifically for him. Taylor may have never had a dog but even he knew that a dog sitting as alertly as he was with a stick in his mouth could only mean he wanted someone to play with him and what better game to play than the traditional fetch? He knew Townsend probably wouldn't be amused so he tried to make sure the Englishman wasn't paying attention as he held out his hand for the stick. Reginald gladly dropped it in his hand and Taylor chuckled as he then threw the stick, watching Reginald dart after it with glee. His whole face lit up at the picture, before he turned to see Townsend giving him a look before turning back to his own task. Feeling sufficiently scolded, Taylor went back to his task, but not without glancing over his shoulder to see if Reginald had the stick yet and was coming back his way. He kept up with the dog even while finishing off the hedges, holding his hand out behind his back stealthily so Reginald could drop the stick there for them to continue playing.

Adelaide's movement caught his attention and he glanced up to watch her walk inside, thinking she may have gotten enough outside time for the day, but then he saw her coming back with a tray and he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips. Townsend complimented him and he had to make a smart comment about them becoming friends, chuckling at Townsend's response. He would keep trying. Then he turned his attention to Adelaide, who said that she didn't want him working himself too hard and she'd hate to have to revive him. His brow rose teasingly. "I don't blame you. I'd hate to think you got yourself all sweaty from trying to bring me back to life." His lips quirked at the innocent expression she shot Townsend, as if she wasn't hinting in any way, shape, or form of giving him mouth to mouth. He ran a hand through his hair almost sheepishly as if he'd said it, the idea of it happening enough to make him feel like it was twenty degrees hotter. She asked Townsend if he was okay and Townsend responded gruffly that CPR was a job for emergency responders. Taylor's brow rose, simply watching the exchange. She laughed, a musical sound that made him feel ten times lighter before saying that she would be faster but that nothing of the sort would happen. Townsend agreed in that same gruff manner and Taylor finished off his glass for lack of anything to say.

He asked if he needed to come clean his glass and Adelaide fixed him with a teasing glance that had him clearing his throat before she said that she could manage. He nodded with a smirk. "I'm sure you can." He watched her walk back over to her seat and return to her book, exhaling as he then turned back to Townsend to ask about the branches. Townsend pointed out where to burn them and he nodded before moving the pile diligently over to the pit. He grabbed a box of matches from the shed and lit the pile, suddenly feeling the heat like an oven. Sighing, he turned to glance at Townsend and feeling satisfied enough, he slipped his shirt over his head and laid it across the other seat by Adelaide. "Watch that for me, will ya?" He whispered with a playful wink before he returned to the pile to make sure it was burning properly. He felt ten times better without the shirt, his sweaty torso in plain sight for all to see but he didn't care. He had worked outside most of his life so he was tan all the way to the hem of his pants. His skin was smooth, having never been one for chest or back hair but it wasn't because he shaved. He was actually naturally gifted with no hair and he was thankful for it. He hated the idea of looking like a gorilla.

He didn't have many scars but the ones he did told a story. He had a white line about two inches long that cut diagnolly across right about where his kidney would be and a crescent moon shape on his upper arm. No tattoos in sight because he never had the money to get one and he didn't know what he'd get even if he did. Tattoos were supposed to mean something and he didn't have anything like that in his life, not after Becca and he was glad he'd never gotten anything permanent having to do with her. Once he was satisfied the pile ws burning properly, he moved to grab the rake from the shed and started raking. He hadn't seen Townsend come back out from the house yet but he was sure it would be any minute. He didn't know how bad it would be for him to find Taylor shirtless but he wasn't too worried about it. His shirt was soaked in sweat. It was hardly hygienic to keep wearing it. He focused instead of raking the leaves into big piles, thankful for the gloves he'd remembered to bring cause blisters were no fun.



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