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Anacosta Heights
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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.

The world we knew has left us and I don't know where it's at;

Posted on April 09, 2020 by Mira Ramos

The pack had dispersed to their own accommodations, where no one but Tetradore and Mira remained in the wake of the wreckage. There was a heaviness watching each one disperse, there was a certain wrongness to it and yet she knew it would not be the end. It wasn't long before Tetradore left to secure a place for his cars, that desire to follow him tugging resolutely then as if there was some fear like she would lose him too. Yet someone needed to watch over those vehicles. From all that had been lost, he couldn't lose these too. Those cherished cars were more than just exotic, expensive cars to the alpha that owned them. Tetradore was surely not the type to allow just anyone to stand guard of his fleet. Tetradore was gone, like a whisper on the wind... as enigmatic as his inky black shadows that whisked him away with little on where he was going or when he was to return. A sigh escaped her as her gaze lingered where the wisps of blackness began to fade, glad that no one was around to see the longing and concern in her golden eyes when he left. Seeing how fragile their life was made her only want to cling on to those that she cared for even more than ever before. The very thought of having him send her away coiled around her heart in an unfathomable way she hardly realized was there as she waited, alone. Where did this leave them? In the wake of uncertainty she hardly knew. It was strange these desires that surfaced and those concerns of saying goodbye. There was too much unvoiced... too many unanswered questions that loomed over their head. Who would have thought it took losing almost everything to have the surface in this way. How much it seemed to concern her that she was the only one feeling this. Mira frowned lost in a complicated tangle of her thoughts. Never had she been on this side of things, being the one with the feelings and not entirely certain where he stood. She knew he cared, she felt it and yet there were still so many secrets, so many shifts, a sway between hot and cold she couldn't even be certain.

A frown induced by her own thoughts seemed to kiss her forehead in that oddly peaceful lull that encased the western docks. The familiar clang of the boats, the sounds of the water sloshing gently, and she knew it lied. There was nothing peaceful about the utter chaos that had transpired earlier. The ship completely swallowed by the greedy harbour. The boat was older, but it certainly was by no means ready to fall apart. The skyline would never be the same without that once proud vessel that stood strong. A "landmark" that would never be again. She peered down into the appearing endless depths as if to see if she could make out the Ark, an effort seemingly futile. Even the gorgeous fleet appeared despondent without their safe shelter to shield them.

That was when a sound, an ordinary sound that would have been easy to ignore. But not tonight when everything was amiss. Surely that could have been the sound of the sole of a shoe scraping against concrete. She grew still, frozen in place straining to listen. Nothing. But she swore she could feel something, her heightened senses alerting her of an intruder looming nearby. She stalked toward the sound to investigate.

Word travelled fast and those exotic cars would certainly be quite the mark for anyone with the nerve to attempt to steal from the western king himself. It would come to no surprise that there were some that thrived on the chaos inflicted upon others, seeking out that weakness in order to strike. It would not come to a surprise if the rats of the city began sniffing. Was that what this was? Mira travelled along the nearest towering stack of shipping containers, more like the wolf she shifted into. Little did she know that she was being watched from above, by a pair of mischievous eyes observing her.

That was when she heard a deliberate noise above, the most subtle of sounds that caused her to snap her gaze upward. Nothing. A frown etched upon her features when suddenly she felt a tap upon her shoulder. She yelped as she spun around to face the culprit, nearly jumping out of her own skin at having been snuck up only to find nothing but air. But she had felt it. It was like the threat was everywhere... and then nowhere. She would need to draw them out, she knew it. Determination set within her jaw... the lava within her veins churning in anticipation of a nearby threat, her body coiled for an assault she was prepared for.

A seemingly disembodied voice cut through the fresh night air, a voice that belonged to a man. Was that accent fake? She wasn't entirely certain that it wasn't fake. He was toying with her...

"Now is not the time for games stranger. Come out... Your fake french accent isn't fooling anyone." Mira called out a hint of a growl wove in her words, better to face a threat that you could see.

A flash of movement, noticing a dark hair round about the corner towards the back of those shipping containers... "Gotcha." she muttered under her breath and yet he must have known she saw him, his gait all too casual. What if this person had something to do with the ark sinking? She considered, foolishly leaving those cars for even a moment would be her own downfall. Yet she had to find out who that strange man was. This wasn't Negan's style... None of it.. Not the boat sinking or this simple toying.. And yet at the same time Tet and Mira had blown up a boat of one of his associates. What if this was some kind of backwards payback? She could feel the heated press of her powers rushing to her palms, that glowed in molten fury in preparation for an altercation.

Not too close to the cars she vowed... stalking the figure that seemed to anticipate her very moves before she took them. When she made it to where he should have been... he was gone. He had to be teleporting or something. The realization that this could have very much a trap was affirmed when she was met with the rumbling sound of an engine. It was either the man she was tracking or an accomplice.

No.. nononoonoooo. She had fallen for the oldest trick in the books... She thought of those duffel bags too containing what was left, right out in the open. "Coño!" she muttered with feeling, eyes widening as she bolted back toward where the vehicles were. It was not too far, but far enough. When she finally got there the car had already squealed and sped away, only capturing but a glimpse of the man behind the wheel. It was the same guy working alone. Was he smiling at her? She moved after the car on instinct as if she could do a damn thing to stop the super car from speeding away. A growl ripped from her throat in frustration. How quickly executed it was... it was like he knew her actions before she took them.

She could have used those powers to incinerate.. But thought better of it. They could recover that car if it was whole, not if it was burned to ruin. There was enough destruction for one night.

She lunged forward in a futile effort to try and stop it, but she was far too late. The Aventador was gone. Just like that, she wanted to grab her bike and chase after the car and the man who had outmanoeuvred her. How could a man be everywhere and yet nowhere. She ran a frustrated hand through her hair, stopping short as that sleek car all but zipped away. "Shiit." She whined. She could have chased him down and perhaps that was exactly what he wanted so they could steal the rest. Dammit. She couldn't leave the fleet. How was she going to explain this to the man who had just lost everything? It was going to crush him. She knew it. How that thrum of anxiety hammered through her, her gut twisting. What was she going to do? The one job... and she failed to keep that last bit of happiness safe.

How she was going to explain this to Tetradore she hardly knew. She knew how aloof he usually was, but there was no one to blame for that missing car other than herself. She could feel her own stress rise within her as she anticipated round two... expecting those cars to disappear one after another. She would be ready... After all, why would the french man stop at only one. Thank god he didn't take the noir. Tetradore would NEVER forgive her.

She was hardly aware of Tetradore's sudden approach, Mira's fingertips pressed into her forehead, eyes welling with tears. She had a plan. She would track down that up to no good thief and she would get that car back if it was the last thing she did. She wouldn't rest until she found its return. What a mess. It was Tetradore's smooth baritone voice that made her jump out of her skin as she whirled around, her eyes widened in surprise, her hand glowing a vicious and unforgiving orangey red. It wasn't like Mira to feel this flustered, at all. It wasn't like her to break such news to him. How she could already imagine his face and how crushed it would be that she had lost one of his cherished cars. Relief and distress at his arrival... made it all worse as she tried to soothe her inflamed powers.

Are you ok? Was that flustered appearance not an answer enough?

"Tetradore.. I..." What was she going to say? Someone simply appeared and stole one of fleet? That she couldn't stop one infuriorating little man??

"I lost one..." She blurted flustered... before the rest of the words flowed freely from her lips like a verbal tirade. She rose a hand before it fell away before thinking better of it, some innate part of her craved his touch."There was this frenchman.. He teleported all over the place... he..." Tetradore rose a singular hand as if to stop her nonsensical words that included some made up version of barely comprehensible spanglish. Her stress was apparent, her shoulders rose from the very tension. The lava that flowed within her veins drew so precariously to the surface that the ethereal glow of her gaze flared as she grappled to keep it tamed. How badly did that destructive substance wanted to break through the surface of her skin an outlet for this entire mess.

He silenced her.. With his words. He knew that guy? She frowned, what? Tetradore's gaze trailed across his vehicles. He knew? How? She shook her head softly before heaving a hefty sigh to calm the volcano that could have blown. Neither of them needed that right now. "It's like he was everywhere and nowhere... Hell, he got to the Aventador and had it running before I could even get to him..." She uttered even in spite of Tetradore knowing the slippery man, it did little to soothe her. Why didn't he just introduce himself? Not that she would put any kind of trust with Tetradore's cars with anyone she had not met before. " Who the hell was that?" She questioned. For once she hoped he'd give her some kind of answer. Was it that unreasonable? But then she was convinced Tetradore lived some secret life that no one knew. He did disappear without a trace for days at a time. Yet... it was like her soul felt some kind of relief whenever he returned, some eternal exhale.

Her head was spinning. Where was she going to go.. Where was he going to go? She hardly wished to leave him. There were too many complicated questions she possessed, ones that she hardly wanted to assault him with. She never saw him so visibly stressed, the man usually unflappable, but now all she wished to do was comfort him.

She hardly had time to explain that she had gathered some of his belongings.

That was when a flash of headlights drew her attention, the woman still on edge faced the blazing light that cut through the darkness. She blinked attempting to adjust to the sudden assault, Tetradore hardly seemed concerned at all by the strange vehicle or the strange men that stepped outside of it. Mira felt somewhat wary still in the darkness Tetradore left her in. He couldn't keep her there forever. She could feel her lips instinctively curl in defence. These men were no pack and yet Tetradore seemed to find a flash of relief in their presence. She silently appraised the situation, trying to seek for clues as to who they were. But their presence was not even the most peculiar part. The British vampire... addressed him by his first name. Aiden. He hated that name.. He prevented most from knowing it let alone uttering a single syllable of it. How could she forget that adverse reaction to it the first night they met?

Yet here was this man, Sebastian uttering it so casually like he had a thousand times before. There were no introductions, no explanation. How very Tetradore. Her very jaw could have fallen to the goddamn floor when Tetradore handed the British man his keys. First the Frenchman... now the Brit. What was this? Some international affairs gathering?

Once out of ear shot she eyed the strange new flurry of activity with wariness. She didn't trust them... but Tetradore... despite all his convoluted secrets she did. She looked to him for answers. "Who are these people Tet?" She leaned into him in a hushed tone and yet no less alarmed. They certainly weren't pack and they didn't seem like the people he usually did business with. All she was afforded was barely an answer.

Follow closely. Follow closely where? Another demand and yet no answers, simply placing the bags into the car without another word. There was something distinctly sure in his actions, his proximity seemed almost possessive. Yet there was no sign of affection. He was all business even though his instincts seemed to war with him. "You know I will." Of course she would follow him into the unknown. He had to know that. "You're going to have to give me something... you can't keep me out forever." The last she needed was more uncertainty with all of this going on.

What were they going to do? She supposed there were always hotels.. Perhaps... she could convince him that he didn't have to be alone. Details... but cars first.. Tetradore and her could talk later... How unprepared she was as she sealed her fate with the helmet on her head and did exactly as she said she would upon her faithful steed. How glad she was to see it had made the wreckage. She trailed behind the Bugatti after a procession of exotic cars. Any one who saw it.. Would certainly never forget the sight. Hell... even she wouldn't. People snapped pictures of them as they made their way to the city, at the very least there was little traffic even though they certainly garnered attention. The she-wolf could at least garner some amusement from that before they ended up outside a gated mansion, surprise graced her features from under the helmet as she uttered the words that no one could hear. "What the..." She certainly wasn't expecting this..

Mira Ramos