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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.

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Posted on December 04, 2016 by Katarina Foster
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I know he's always been a night person and sleeps till at least noon and that's been his routine. I'd like to say I shook that up a bit when I came along. I tried to get him into the whole jogging thing and it didn't work out. Turns out he hates to sweat or anything having to do with physical exercise that isn't done in a bedroom but I love him anyway. I also know a little of that night thing came back when I went back to hunting. He stays up at night waiting on me and it's kinda adorable.

I really did miss him while I was away. It felt so off coming home after a hunt and having to sleep alone in a cold bed. I had no one to, daresay, cuddle with after a hard night.

I know he must be awake when I sneak in. His breathing is way too fast and shallow for that of a deep sleeper which I know he is once he actually goes to sleep. Waking that man up any time before noon is like waking a log. Of course I don't really want him to see me like this, all banged up and bruised. I'm pretty sure my lip is cut from falling on the concrete and my back feels like I got run over by a bus three times over. I try to be quiet but I know the arm wound is the worst of it. I'm just not sure I can doctor it up by myself though.

I hear him the minute he gets out of bed. I sigh softly, not sure if I want him to come in here to help me or if he's better off lying in bed just waiting on me to make myself presentable. I wonder briefly if he has any clothes in. I know his night clothes are sometimes lacking and though I won't complain about the view, I'm sure he doesn't want to get blood on his clothes, let along his skin.

I turn to the door even as I finish un-wrapping my arm, already biting down on the cushion of my bottom lip as I wait for the verdict. I can practically hear him breathing on the other side of the door and yet he doesn't open it up right away. My head tilts, one brow rising and for a moment, I almost forget about the pain from my arm as I picture him in all his bedtime glory.

Then he's there, guiding the door open and I can tell he's about to say something but then he sees my arm and his eyes widen. I part my lips to say something, that I'm okay and it'll heal in no time, but then I follow his gaze to the floor mat and I huff out a sigh, rolling my eyes. "I'll get it bleached and washed if that's what you're worried about. Hello to you, too." I say sarcastically, the corners of my lips quirking with humor.

When he finally does look up at me, he asks what happened and if I need to go to the hospital. I shake my head. "No, I'll be fine, thanks. I just need to stitch up this arm and then let nature take its course." I start to ask him but then I remember his needle phobia. Oh gosh, how to go about this. I bite my lip again, taking a step toward him. "Hey, Kohl...would you maybe do me a little favor?" I flash him a smile. "You have a first aide kit, right? One with a needle and suture?"


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