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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.

KATO: we won't recover from a night like this


Posted on September 02, 2016 by Edith Graham
Residences

It had been a long night, even if Edie wasn't entirely sure exactly how long of a night it had been. She remembered leaving the house and dancing at the club. She remembered ending up in the graveyard - even if she wasn't entirely sure how she had got there in the first place. She remembered the charming vampire that had helped her off the ground and danced with her under that dim moonlight. She could remember the feeling of his fangs piercing into her neck and the way it had felt... good... to be fed upon. And she remembered him offering the blood that would make her feel high for days. She could remember the instant rush she'd felt from his blood. The rest of the night, however, remained a blur.

She was still positively giddy as she unlocked the door to the pack house. It took her three tries to get the key in the lock and some possibly unforgivable curses leaving her lips to do so. Since when did keyholes move? That was decidedly unfair of them, couldn't they see she was still... what was she? The effects of the alcohol should have worn off hours ago, and yet she still wobbled on her feet and felt that giddy lightness that always accompanied not being quite sober. High, maybe? She'd never been high before. But if this was what it felt like, maybe she should try it more often. It was positively delightful, she'd decided. Maybe she'd have to try vampire blood more often then. Damon - yes, that was his name! - had promised that if she wanted it again, he would let her, right?

It was too early for anyone to be awake within the house, and as such Edie tried to be as quiet as she possibly could as she kicked the heels off in the foyer. She wasn't quiet at all, not really, the shoes making a loud thud as she tossed them aside. "Oops," She giggled, losing her balance to land with a thump on the hardwood floor. A loud laugh escaped her before she could help it, and she quickly covered her mouth and uttered several 'sshhh's to herself in an attempt to remind herself to be quiet. She wouldn't want to wake Frost up. Oh no, he'd be so sad if she woke him up before the first few rays of sunlight peaked out.

The young Were half-crawled, half-climbed the stairs as she maneuvered herself towards the second flight. By the time she got to the top of the stairs, she was sure she was loud enough that she'd woke the whole house, and for several moments she merely sat at the top of the stairs listening for sounds of movement within the house. There were none, and yet the young girl still couldn't quite get herself to her feet. She'd felt fine the whole night - or at least she thought she had, she couldn't quite remember - but now that it was turning to daylight, she felt positively as though the world was spinning.

It was quite some time before she managed to get herself to the bedroom that she had claimed as her own. She'd somehow managed to hoist herself to her feet as she struggled with the doorknob - why did the bloody things have to be so difficult? It was a struggle, but she finally managed to get the door open, get herself through the door, and shut it again without too much noise - or so she thought. She giggled as she leaned against the closed door, moving to pull the leather jacket from her frame to toss it aside, the tank top and jeans following suit until she was left with nothing but her bra and panties as she made her way to the bed. She paused only briefly to examine herself in the mirror, a giggle escaping her lips at the sight of the two puncture wounds on her neck. They were beginning to heal now, though they were still evident on her fair skin.

She hadn't noticed the figure within it yet, only noticing it when she tripped into the bed and landed half on top of him. Kato! A grin spread across her features as she regarded her boyfriend's sleeping form in the bed. "Hi you," She said, her accented voice entirely slurred as she reached out to stroke the man's cheek. She giggled once more, moving her body to lay down beside him as she wiggled into his chest. "Kaaatooo, wake up..." She was entirely thrilled to see him, oblivious to the fact that he may not be too thrilled to see her in her... whatever she was... state.

Edith Graham

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