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 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 14, 2017 by Taylor Dixon
Residences


There was a time when Taylor was sure he would never trust again. He had given Becca everything and she had betrayed him. His heart was shattered into a million pieces the day he found her in bed with that no good bastard. He thought he would never look at a woman the same way, until he started talking to Adelaide. Something about her drew him in and it only seemed to be getting stronger. He could only hope that Townsend wouldn't try to run him off in the end. He tried not to think about Adelaide too much as he worked, focusing all his attention on the lattice and then the hedges, but it was all he could do not to look over his shoulder every now and then, just to see her reading and petting Rose. She looked so peaceful, so natural. And so so beautiful. It took his breath away, so he'd have to resume his work, blaming the ragged breaths on the workout. He may not be good at algebra or grammar but he was at least good at this. He could do outside work all day long and never tire of it. And at the end of the day, he would feel accomplished. That had to be worth something.

When he finished with the lattice, he asked Townsend about paint and was rewarded with a task for the next morning. He smirked and shrugged it off. "You got it." He answered back before returning to his next task. He would be lying if he didn't admit he was a little surprised that Townsend didn't critisize his work. Maybe he didn't do a half bad job after all. He always seemed to be harder on himself than anyone else could be. His shirt was starting to stick to him more and more with every passing minute and he was really fighting the urge to take it off so he could move about more freely. Would Townsend really scold him for him? He had no doubt, really, not with Adelaide sitting right there. She may look like she was innocently reading her book but he swore he could feel her watching sometimes. Though maybe that was just his imagination running wild. He continued his work, his gaze wandering over to Reginald every once in a while. It was hard not to watch the boiterous dog, a chuckle dripping from his lips as the dog rolled on his back. He moved on to trimming the hedges, making a pile so he could clean it up after. It was like he felt someone watching him and he slowly turned to see none other than Reginald sitting there holding a stick like he was so proud of himself.

He snuck a sly glance at Townsend before holding his hand out. "Want to catch the stick, Reginald?" He said eagerly in a low voice. He waited to see if the dog would drop the stick and if so, he would lean back and throw it as far as he could, while keeping it within the back yard of course. He watched with glowing eyes as the dog bounced after it, looking every bit like a little kid playing with his dog. Only once he figured out he was probably being watched did he clear his throat, running a hand through his hair before he went back to trimming the hedges, though he kept one hand behind him in case Reginald wanted to continue the game. Meanwhile, his gaze swept to Rose every so often only to see her eying him like a suspicious neighbor. He offered a sheepish smirk before continuing his work. He wouldn't give up, though. He glanced over his shoulder as he sense movement, seeing Adelaide get up and go into the house. He almost felt disappointed, thinking she was done sitting outside for the day. But she reappeared moments later, carrying a tray with three glasses on it. His mouth started watering at just the sight of iced tea. Oh man, she was something else.

He turned back to the hedges, making sure he didn't miss anything and he heard Townsend's voice over his shoulder, saying well done. He raised his brow, turning back to him. "Careful, Townsend. I might start to think we're becoming friends." He offered a friendly smirk. He asked what next and right as it seemed Townsed was getting wound up for a list of chores, he was interrupted by Adelaide, saying a break was in order. He turned his bright gaze on her, his smile soft and open as he walked toward her. "You're too kind, Adelaide." He reached for a glass, taking a good healthy sip. "Mmm, this is just what the doctor ordered. Thank you." He turned his head as Townsend piped up, almost scolding her for not just telling him she was thirsty so he could get the drinks. He raised a brow, knowing better than to jump into this arguement. Adelaide held her own, telling him she hadn't done anything so it was the least she could do. When she turned her words on him, he chuckled. "I'm a bit more stubborn than that. You'll have to try a little harder to get rid of me." He gave her a playful wink.

Finishing off his glass, he put it back on the tray. "Need me to wash the glasses or anything?" He figured it was polite to ask though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. Once she had walked away, he turned back to Townsend. "Where do you want me to put these branches? Got a burn pile or should I stack them by the road?" He wiped at his face once more with his shirt, realizing that maybe he should start bringing an extra shirt to change into in case Adelaide wanted to continue watching. Wouldn't want Townsend getting the wrong idea. It was soaked in sweat. Good thing he had deodorant in his saddle bags on the harley. He would need it after this.

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