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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

Runnin' round leaving scars


Posted on July 30, 2014 by Felicity Stryker
Residences


Busied and settled into the work of decorating, preoccupied to the hilt with her own business, Felicity had taken little into account despite even her repetitive checking here and there. She considered herself the cautious sort, particularly due to her heritage, but today all else seemed to escape her when it came to her natural born influences. Though the nagging was there she shrugged it off in negligence, the doe eyed face within her mind squelched and 'grazing' as she plucked at the figurines and shifted the books just so on their shelves. Turning her back she had completely missed the arrival sitting there watching curiously from his own perspective, a hint of flaring senses drawing her actions to softer mannerisms and mild actions as she pulled at the decorative curtains she had placed just an hour prior. When at last she turned the cat was no longer in the doorway but making his way to the kitchen, something that quite suddenly set her on edge.

Where she was just moments before at ease and concerned with only her unpacking her mind was filled with so much it seemed clouded. Fear came naturally, the thrum and heat of the need to run fusing itself to her muscles begging for relief that wouldn't come as she simply stared blankly. She didn't step back, didn't move an inch, simply observed as the large feline moved so casually to a particular spot before the fridge, bowl in tow and a leather collar about its thick muscled neck. It seemed almost comical really, in some hysterical form to her at least, that here she was new to this place and absently deciding an open door would invite a neighbor or two to attentions only allowed something so frightening into her abode, something so oddly out of place she almost questioned if perhaps a circus was in town.

Had she been anything but what she was she would have believed this first, yet something...a hunch perhaps was all it was, told her otherwise.

Slowly she approached, pausing only as the cat moved to indicate his wants, looking him over with a careful intrigue as if to inspect him, abuse questions or no she wouldn't just approach something like this without really good reason. The bowl had been apparently empty, his desire to have it filled even more apparent which only allowed her gaze to stray from the cat to the fridge in quick flits. Odd as it was she had been considered the black sheep of her family, hence her solitude, as the innate desire to do more than just stare but to feel it and test its reality despite the danger was so prevalent she almost followed that thought through. She smiled then, a nervous smile but a smile nonetheless as she blinked rapidly and reached for the fridge handle. To him she would have been just slightly hunched, prepared to flee should the need arise allowing the 'alternate' to take her far away from there until the danger was gone.

"You hungry? I will feed you, just don't try to eat me first."

She spoke quickly, her voice filled with a youth but also hinting at her growing maturity almost using a joking tone, one that was meant more to calm herself than to really make sure the cat wouldn't try to attack her. Pulling at the door handle it made the casual puff of chill that was familiar to fridges and looking in she was quite glad she had stocked the fridge the day prior. Looking through there was chicken thighs, packaged and uncooked that she had planned to boil for use throughout the week, collecting the whole thing and tearing at the plastic before picking up one thigh by the drumstick. Stepping away her knee provided the effort to close the fridge before she tossed the leg into the bowl, distantly despising the cold slimy sensation that stuck to her hand from the chicken itself. Surely he would want more, no doubt she told herself, easing back at a slow pace until she was planted against the arm of her sofa. The packaged chicken still in hand she watched, wary and prepared to drop it at a moment's notice.

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