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 January 29, 2019 by malek ackerman.
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It was a peculiar sensation to feel her fingers combing through his hair, the weight of his long locks becoming lighter by the second as they pool around their feet. He's silent through the process, though her fingers begin to relax his body, if only a bit. When she's finished, she's quick to announce the whereabouts of the razor and he doesn't waste a moment as he begins to work on that beard, the hair falling away quickly only to reveal a clean shaven face, a face he hadn't seen in decades. Though, he hardly stares at himself in the mirror, the scent of blood finally beginning to drift away, his mind slowly clearing as he inhales deeply, feeling a bit more stable. The demon didn't seem to have as strong of a hold on him, or at the very least, he was kept at bay for the meantime. Her comment has him turning to the smaller female, a ghost of a smile forming on the corner of his lips, though his eyes remain haunted all the same, "It's been a very long time since I've seen the man beneath all that hair," he states, attempting to push his lyrics into a bit more light heartedness. Yet, he can't resist the desire to touch another body, so he reaches forward and pulls Chizue close to him, noting the way she tenses a bit in his arms.

Normally, he would have immediately let go, and yet, he couldn't, he just needed to touch something solid, to let his mind know he was in control. He thanks her again, only for the girl to stammer out at him. He doesn't respond, instead he holds her for a moment longer, wishing he could stay like this for a bit longer, but his senses were finally returning and he didn't want to make the girl anymore uncomfortable than he already had. Reluctantly, he releases her and takes a step back, his arms dropping to his side, "Do you mind if we talk about something else for awhile? At least until I'm in... better control?" He asks, his voice straining to keep level, though a little bit of light was returning to those grey eyes of his. "And perhaps, not in here?" He quirks a hesitant smile, "I promise to clean up my mess," he states, waiting for her to agree before gesturing her towards the door, "Let me put on some clothes and attempt to make myself a bit more presentable," he dips his head to her, waiting for her to exit the bathroom before shutting the door. Grabbing the clothes, he begins to slip them on, the pants a bit snug and a little too short, however, the shirt simply did not fit, far too tight for his liking.

Refolding it, he sets it on the counter as he begins to sweep up the hair with his hand form the counter and depositing it in the trash, only to move onto the floor next, getting as much as he could with his fingers. He would need a broom to finish the cleaning, but for now, it would do. Sighing, he stands back up and opens the door, hanging the wet towel over a hook and quietly pads down the corridor in a rather ridiculous looking pair of pants. He hardly complains simply thankful for Chizue and everything she had done. As he enters the seating area, he finds Chizue there as he moves forward, "The shirt didn't fit," he explains with an apologetic look, "And thank you for the pants," he states as he sits down on the couch, settling into the comfort of her home. "So, was the sex that bad?" He asks, knowing this conversation would keep other conversations at bay for a little while at least. Tilting his head, he hardly looks hurt in any sense, merely just curious, "You left before I was awake," he mentions before pausing for a moment, "Or perhaps you thought I took advantage of you in your drunken state?" He asks, his brows furrowing ever so slightly, he hoped she didn't feel that way.

Still, he continues to glance at her, his hand reaching up to scratch at his face, the smoothness almost startling him. Lowering his hand, he drapes an arm over the back of the couch, his grey eyes locked onto her, curious to see what she would say.

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