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!
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 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.
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 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.
He'd heard very little of Yumi since the kidnapping incident, seeing only glimpses of her working at the tavern but it seemed any time he tried to get a little time alone with her, she was nowhere to be found. He didn't want to think she was avoiding him but the evidence was overwhelming and he only hated himself a little more for that. She must still be upset with him about the whole blood thing. He'd hoped she was at least talking to Isolt but even his fiance had very little to tell him. Guess he wasn't the only one she was avoiding. He hated the idea of her all alone in that house and he kept telling himself he needed to go see her but he always seemed to think of some lame excuse to get around it. But the longer he put it off, the more that self loathing churned in the dark pit of his stomach. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know how she was. He needed to fix this. He felt just as responsible for it as anyone else.
He knocked on the door and the pause was so long that he was sure she was going to continue avoiding him and ignore the door altogether. He was ready to camp out on the porch when he heard it. The smallest shuffle of feet on the other side of the door. It was her; he knew it. He drew a calming breath, instead saying her name, hoping his voice would entice her to open the door. He waited and waited and after what seemed an eternity, he heard the lock turning and the bolt unsnapping on the other side. Hope lifted inside him and his eyes brightened just a little as the door started to open. He leaned around it just as she did, his feet not moving from their spot on the porch. He wasn't about to force his company on her. His gaze softened with so many emotions the minute she came into view. Concern, anger at himself for taking so long to come, helplessness for not being able to protect her from all this, and so on.
She said only one word to him and while it was better than nothing, it was certainly nothing like her usual greeting used to be. Memories flooded his mind of her leaping on his back that night to go party. She was so carefree then, so joyful. She was a mere shadow of that person now and he ached to see a smile on her face again. His lips twitched in the barest hint of a smile as he searched her gaze gently. He opened his mouth to speak, about to give her a lame "hey" back, but before he could, everything welled back up and he crumpled to his knees on her porch. "I'm sorry, Yumi. I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm sorry I couldn't find you in time. I'm sorry I failed you. Please, I don't deserve your forgiveness." The words were gasped from his lips, their lyrics breaking on a sob as he looked up at her with red tears on his cheeks. She was so broken and he put it all on his shoulders. How could he ever get them back to the way they used to be?