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 16, 2017 by Taylor Dixon
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He was your normal run of the mill boy growing up. Playing in the dirt and catching frogs and running from girls that have cooties. He laughed at the girls on his block who played house, cooking on their toy stoves and offering him free cookies if he promised to play the doting husband who came home from work every day. He would laugh it off and tell them their cookies tasted like cardboard and he'd rather be dead than have to kiss any of them on the cheek. Then he would run off as quickly as he could cause even then, he hated to see a girl cry. And that's exactly what they'd do, manipulative little harlots that they were. They would cry and sniffle and do their very best to guilt him into playing but he would make sure he was halfway around the block on his bike by the time they conjured the first tear. He was smart. He never saw home as a prison, more of a home base. It was his rest stop when he wanted some food or a drink, then he would check in on his mom and head out the door again for a new adventure. He did miss his mom and he knew that some day he would have to visit her one way or another but until then, short phone calls would have to do. Just to hear her voice was usually enough for the nostalgia to pass.

He didn't know if she would ever truly open up to him but he would keep on hoping that she would. He wanted her to, more than he could ever admit. He wouldn't rush it though. If it happened, it happened. He would never pressure her to do or say anything. If there was one thing Taylor was good at with people, it was patience. At least in the civil sense. All patience went out the window when he was already hot under the collar. When he teased her back about getting sweaty, she said it wouldn't bother her and he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief, sure that Townsend was about to throttle him by this point. "Good to know." His brows rose at Townsend's exclamation, clearly scolding her by this point. Adelaide gave him one more amused look before returning to her seat and Taylor set about moving the branches to the fire pit, already knowing that it was going to be torture with how hot he already was. Even so, he obediantly set the fire and moved around a few branches until it caught on good. His shirt was already sticking to him though and he was about at his breaking point. Finally he couldn't take it anymore so he removed the shirt and slung it over the chair by Adelaide, asking her to watch it playfully.

She played right along though, giving him an impish grin as she said that she might get distracted by something more appealing. He laughed and turned his gaze on Rose, who was still watching him like a hawk. "Then I guess I'll have to ask you nicely to watch it for me. Your owner seems to think Johnny Depp or Zac Efron's going to come walking through here any second." Smirking teasingly, he returned to the fire before starting on the raking. He heard her voice over his shoulder and he continued raking even as he turned his head to reply. "Maybe if you ply me with a cute smile and a drink, I might just tell you everything you could ever imagine." He smiled, his eyes lighting up to let her know that he did indeed plan to tell her some time, just not today with Townsend watching. He finished up the raking, grabbing a few big lawn bags so he could pick up the leaves and put them in the bags, tying them off and putting them by the road for now. He didn't hesitate to look for the mulch Townsend had mentioned, finding it and moving to the trees to spread it. He crouched, sweat trickling down his back as he focused on the task at hand. He spread it out as evenly as possible before moving to the hedges and doing the same. As he backed up to inspect, he noticed that he could already tell a difference in the yard. It was starting to look cared for.

He smiled, glad that he could be a part of that. It was going to look amazing when everything was done, though he hoped that wouldn't be any time soon, at least for his sake of having a yard job and having an excuse to spend time with Adelaide. He glanced toward the house, wondering if Townsend was back yet as he wiped his gloved hands together and set the bag of mulch down by the shed.

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