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.
You've got your ball, you've got your chain
Posted on January 05, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
 When faced with the brilliant opportunities that a new city offered me, I had never thought of the ways I would be presented with said opportunities. My home town had been nestled beneath a large city with inhabitants presenting themselves left and right, just waiting to make my acquaintance. My sisters introduced me to friends, playmates, giving me all of the ingredients I had needed to feel whole and allow me to make lasting relationships. Even if I hadn't had the extraneous people, I had my family. My sisters? Each and every one of them presented me with their heart and a soul that was similar to mine so never would I need look elsewhere, to another, if I needed comfort. Comfort was right beside me, and in that proximity? It had somehow allowed me to look inward, and use my own pieces to become whole. Without my siblings glued to my sides as they'd always been, I had somehow been allowed to blossom and grow and grab the slipping reins that were attached to the bridle of a new city. I had had doubts, of course, but dearest God I wanted them to be hidden beneath the cage of my ribs and nestled on the opposite side of my heart. I wanted new life, I wanted new chances... And somehow, in the middle of all of that, I was faced with the mirage of a young girl with blue eyes filled with a gripping fear of being alone. The apartment Davante had chosen was fabulous, it truly was. Unfortunately it was nowhere near his own apartment, or where Finley might have lived. Why were they so far? Did they actively try and give me scenarios that ended in all kinds of horror to think about when dreams won't come? I had happily accepted Davante's financial help as he was the closest thing I could have ever come to a benefactor... He didn't offer conditions, or terms. And if he had, I would have happily accepted them if it meant only his company. But his money? Davante wanted nothing but safety for me, and sometimes he would put a little too much effort in for said condition, and by effort, I mean money. The entire apartment was mine though the rent would have put a solid dent into anyone's savings, though Davante had merely shrugged when my jaw had all but hit the floor at the numbers. Without a roommate, I would have to endure a silence that I had never heard before. To fill the silence, I had taken to playing music a little louder than I had originally intended to blast out every inkling of nerves and loneliness that might have been lurking in the apartment. Unfortunately, the music didn't drown out the buzzer calling me to the front of the building to direct movers. When the movers had finished their "stay", all of my boxes had been lobbed haphazardly around what was now my apartment. I had needed to get out of the mess to clear my head, a small antique shop serving as a destination just up the street. A handful of unfortunate purchases later, I was on my way back to clean and organize the apartment I had been suddenly avoiding. How could I explain to Davante that I had accidentally bought a chair to replace the one he'd already lugged up to my apartment? That's right. I couldn't. And so instead, I found myself struggling a little under the weight of said beautifully crafted antique chair, emitting a jumbled squeak of distress as I began to worry about breaking my neck. The squeak was erased by a gentile voice emanating from the doorway that had me flop gracelessly in the chair that I had been thinking of carrying to the elevator. "Can you spare two hands?" My voice was just as gentle, but a little breathless as I had attempted to move the chair alone. It wasn't so... heavy, so much as it was large, bulky, and oversized and... Okay, maybe it was heavy. The pretty redhead looked at me as if I might bite, and instead of watching her expectantly my lips curled into a bright smile. "This wasn't my best idea, but... Hey, at least it's a pretty chair, right?" |
Replies
- there's beauty in the breakdown - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on January 18, 2015 at 9:15 PM
- who's got their claws in you, my friend? - By Elenore Dorian on January 19, 2015 at 10:20 AM
- find your rest and be made whole - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on March 12, 2015 at 4:36 PM
- You've got your ball, you've got your chain - By Elenore Dorian on March 18, 2015 at 10:03 AM
- find your rest and be made whole - By ISOLT GRIFFIN on April 06, 2015 at 7:38 PM
- You've got your ball, you've got your chain - By Elenore Dorian on May 18, 2015 at 7:08 AM