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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 better get up, get out now, before you do something your going to regret;

Posted on May 19, 2019 by HARLEY WESTWARD

stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

Harley could hear the sound of her own heartbeat thudding within the confines of her own skull, within her fingertips even as she held that gun poised and at the ready. Which was surprising she could hear anything over that incessant barking of Ace attacking the door like it was his sole mission in life to alert the intruder where he and she was. Not that she was truly hiding. 'God Ace... I love you but shut the fuck up.' Of course, her little fur beast hardly listened to her inner thoughts... no pleading. She thought before the sound of her name was uttered again, her stance shifting to appear ready, strong. Her legs braced, her arms sure for now. Harley was so sure she looked the badass she felt, like someone plucked her right out of some action movie. Hell, she had the look down, her glare was unwavering as if it had any power of the brutish panther now within her apartment. That's right, HER apartment and she was willing to defend it as much as the feline inside of her was. This time she had more than a fork clasped within her hand and her weak point stowed safely behind the bathroom door. She had this covered, she was positive of it. His deadpan voice sounded closer which was then followed by her bedroom door swinging open. He was smart enough to not appear inside right away. She tested the firmness, her toes nearly kneading that plush of her bed steadily aiming that pistol at her assaulter who entered that room. How on edge she felt, her nerve endings singing and ever aware! "You should try it some time, it would save you a whole lot of trouble." Harley's sarcastic drenched words were firm, unwavering like her radiant violet eyes staring him down. She tightened her grip on that gun, her finger caressed threateningly upon that trigger. She smirked when she saw him look toward the bathroom door, yeah, fool me once shame on you.. fool me twice.. Harley was ever the quick learner it would seem and she had learned from their last ordeal.

Harley hardly liked his eyes straying, not wanting him to get any ideas to manipulate her again. She spat her vehemence easily even as he remained so painfully casual and unaffected by her. Tetradore's hands hardly strayed from the pockets of his jeans like he didn't have a care in the world. How could he be so relaxed while her bones were practically trickling with electricity! She hated the way he looked at her like some defenseless kitten. She was so fucking tired of it. The raven-haired woman was not that anymore.

She could feel that inner feline within her grow agitated, in turn causing the woman's upper lip to twitch. That memory of that deal she made vaguely pressing within her mind. Killing him... was apparently off the table. He shrugged idly, claiming she won't kill him. How fucking bad she wanted to prove him wrong. "Do you really want to take that chance? Even if I don't kill you. I can make you hurt really.. really.. bad.. I am not going back there." There was something that could be heard within her voice, that made it almost raspy like there was something pressing against the inside of her throat, straining. That prickling of her flesh returning with a force she hated that foreign feeling, like she instantly wanted to claw at her own skin. That very uncertainty caused her to draw in a breath at the same time the pitiful whining of her brave young pup reaches her. Without realizing it, she lowered that gun oh so slightly, she wasn't used to holding that gun in such a position for long periods of time. Regardless, she hardly got much a reaction from the man, as he now leans with that devil may care attitude on her door frame. That intimidation clearly wasn't working so she attempted to goad him. She truly should have just shot him and yet something inside of her hesitated. That would wake him up... she was sure of it.

"Really? You could have fooled me." She scoffs drily even despite the honesty that seemed to shine through those chosen words. Regaining her coiled, taut composure, that stance once more threatening. How desperately the woman wanted that vile pain in her ass panther out of her house, she could feel that strange assaulting prickling feeling upon her skin once more, like something needling into her skin. Fuck. She hardly wanted to spend a moment longer with him, especially not with these changes that assault her form, a figurative war waging within her. He rose his hand to run his fingers through his coiled locks, her angry vibrant eyes watch every damn gesture. She so treated him like the villainous piece of shit she viewed him as, like the man was going to lunge on her at any given moment. He didn't lunge, in fact he didn't try anything. He just stood there! Once more opening his mouth to speak. She wasn't going to shoot him just because he talked.. It didn't make her any less ready to do so..

That groan escaped her then. "Doesn't that sound lovely." That rich sarcasm laced within her voice, waving the gun like an extension of her hand. At least it wasn't pointed at him.. even though it would have taken no time to do so. "Oh I remember, I still have the fucking mark you gave me perv." She felt an icy shiver run down the length of her spine like a cold whisper ran down along it, it wasn't anything good either. A sigh escaped him as though he felt as weary about this as she felt. There was no sympathy for him, no god damn way.

He lifted his gaze to look her dead in the eye in an easy motion. Tetradore was the one that did this to her! He made her into a mirror of himself. A panther.... Of all damn things. She was going to turn furry... into a goddamn cat. "Fine, I heard you.. Now get the hell out. I've done everything on my own this far, this will be no different. You know it pisses me the fuck off when people act like they care, I see right through you Tetradore." She stepped down from her bed, that action was graceful as though it indicated what she harbored inside her. She strut right to him too, placing that mouth of the small gun, that was clearly made for her hand.. to poke the center of his chest firmly. "I will show you the door you don't know how to use. Go on.. Out and while we are on talking terms.. Don't come back either." Her voice was a growl, her narrowed eyes staring at own vibrant eyes boldly.

Harley Westward