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 August 17, 2018 by Taylor Dixon
Residences


From a very young age, Taylor learned the art of rebellion. His sister Kari was the quiet one but she was also manipulative. She knew how to trick him into doing things as a child and then she'd get their parents' attention so he would be the one to get in trouble. Taylor's mother grew wise to it and made her punishments more for show but his father almost seemed to expect nothing but trouble out of him. And so it molded him. If trouble was what he expected then that's what he would get. Taylor stood taller and started sticking up to bullies in school. He defended the weak and got in fights. Most of the time, he got jumped by multiple kids after school hours for his trouble and he'd come home with black eyes and bruises. He became more a punching bag than anything but the kids who were being bullied idolized him. He became popular without even trying by the time he hit high school. The girls liked his no nonsense attitude and how he didn't seem to care what anyone thought, plus he was the mysterious brooding loner and they digged that.

He didn't give many girls the time of day though and the one he had his eye on wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole, not till well after he dropped out and picked her up on his Harley when she was walking home from school one day. By then, she was more a fad than anything, not anyone he wanted to be serious with. He found out quickly just how fake girls could be. The only one he ever obeyed without question was his mother. He felt protective over her and would do anything she asked when it came to helping out around the house. He was a realist. He saw things as they truly were and he got a voice at an early age for telling others exactly what he saw. That's how most of his fights with his father began. And fights in bars and other less savory places. He never hesitated to step in when he felt help was needed and he didn't think about the consequences of his words. But here with Adelaide, all that tension fell away and he was just a guy falling hard for a girl. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

He could tell by her impish smile that she was thinking exactly what he was thinking. One slip of a shirt or ragged breath drawn into the air and they would be tangled limbs and passionate kisses once again. But she was as eager for this trip as he was to show her the world he'd always known. So instead she let the conversation end and they were able to make it out to the bike and on the road in one piece. He was distracted easily by her wandering fingers as they rode down the endless roads but he never let his driving skills falter, his cargo far too precious to endanger. He gave a warning growl sometimes just to let her know he was looking forward to the next moment they might have alone by the end of the day when he could show her just how she affected him with every touch, every daring slide of that finger along the hemline of his jeans. The hours passed quickly and they made up a lot of miles for which he was thankful for the plans he had for them later on.

He glanced back just enough to see her curious gaze as they turned off the paved road onto the gravel, smirking as he drove her further into the countryside toward their first destination of many. She made a comment about the town being peaceful and quiet. He nodded. "I bet it's nice to fall asleep without the roaring of vehicles in your window." He led her into the stable to chain up his bike then turned to her as they walked out into the dusty street of the town. She had shook her hair down and it cascaded around her shoulders, catching the rays of the sun just right. He stared for a moment, mesmerized, until his lips turned up in the corner, his gaze a little more heated before he looked back to where they were walking. She said she'd love to live in a place like this and he chuckled. "With no cars or modern technology? Can you imagine all the things Townsend would say about it?" He smirked, his brow lifting teasingly.

As she looked fondly at some horses, he followed her over to the fence, smiling as she reached over to pet them. He came up beside her, offering his hand to the other black mare, before reaching up to scratch her between the ears. She lowered her head, her eyes half lidded as she snorted in contentment. His gaze drew back to Adelaide as she spoke of a horse back home. He tilted his head a little, eyes softening, wishing he could bring that horse over here just for her. "Do you think your parents would still have him? Could you have him shipped?" He didn't know if her parents would agree to it but they must still love their daughter. Or would they have sold him out of spite for her leaving? At her sudden question, he shook his head. "No. I've helped out on farms before, cleaning stalls and grooming for extra money but I wouldn't know the first thing about riding them." He admitted with a shrug, his expression almost sheepish.


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