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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.

Wake me up when the heartache is over;

Posted on September 24, 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

That sharp rap upon her door has the woman freezing upon that couch.. which was odd, considering she wasn't expecting anyone tonight. It was supposed to be a peaceful evening... which, if history were to serve as a reminder, it would have served as a bad omen. Her lips pressing into a firm line as Ace protectively ran to that door, he was growing rapidly, his face no longer possessing the cute puppy face. That deep rumbling bark slicing through the quiet of her apartment. Didn't anyone believe in texting? She thought going through the long list of people she would rather not see, vampire and were alike. Placing down the leather clad art book she had sketched the beginnings of a drawing with, a picture of a mature looking Ace and the outline of a panther, allowing it to fall closed.

"Ace.. that's enough. Good boy." She spoke in that tone that demanded the canines obedience, those once out of control antics finally diminishing with training and maturity, which meant everything now. The german shepherd gave out a final whine of protest all the same, before sitting in a rather dramatic fashion as the intent brown gaze fixated upon that wooden door. In the time she took getting to that door itself, she half expected for the door to burst wide open, and yet it didn't. Already a proving to be a promising sign that she wasn't getting dragged off to some obscure hell. At least she woman clad in her favourite pair or lounging jeans and her usual tank top.

Whoever, or whatever lingered on the other side of the door, they picked the wrong fucking moment bucko bear. She didn't even bother to look at the peep hole this time, ready to smack a jerk... Her inner feline seemed to awaken from its slumber as if sensing a threat.... Rattling its bone cage that sent her upon full attention, ready to claw her way out if need be. The decision of flight or fight already been made just as her hand reaching to unlock the one measly lock with a little too much zealous intent considering her home had been nothing but grand central station to the creatures of the night. Locks were nothing but a formal nicety... a false sense of security, a habitual ritual if you will. She knew better. Harley all but cast a none to pleased glance at it before swinging the door open, that word 'what' near ready to be spat out.. those vibrant eyes ready to skewer heads like shish kabobs.

It took but a few moments before those eyes focused upon not an enemy, but one of the few people on this forsaken world she could trust. The familiar sight of her closest friend saw to that breath to exhaling as relief overtook her. How wrapped up in her own crap that she had almost forgotten to pester her companion in the days of late. As her face softens while her hand still upon that door as if prepared to having slammed it shut. "Oh hey Sterling.." Simply uttering that name had her inner retreating back to its peaceful slumber, or wherever it went inside of her. The woman not quite willing to accept the truth that they were now one in the same. Sending one last look beyond Sterling as if to make sure the coast was clear before reaching out to ensnare his wrist to pull him into the faux safety of her home closing it behind him,

Unfortunately... once her hand released his wrist, Ace took it upon himself to launch himself forward nudging him with enough sheer happy force to knock the poor man over, his tail practically a propeller. That was when the true assault of a very wet tongue met any exposed skin Sterling had, causing the woman to shake her head in amusement, laughing at the man's expression shift. No inch of his hands were safe!

It was then Sterling's question has her vibrant gaze focusing that cops-like stare upon him with a undoubtedly hardened expression. A flash of vulnerability piercing through that well-maintained veil, as her face settled into a frown. What would he need boxes for? "That depends on what the boxes are for? You aren't leaving me to this dumb city forever are you?" Please say no... her mind sang and yet that sarcasm remained just as thick.. that curiousity betrayed that playful jest... but somewhere beyond that hardened exterior she felt almost desperate for him to hear those words. Her eyes remained trained upon him, something seemed... off about Sterling. She didn't know what.... She stared a little harder as if she could pinpoint it by those cutting vibrant hued eyes. Crossing her arms across her chest, leaning against the door frame she finally uttered the most vital question. "What happened?"

Harley Westward