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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.

Numb you up until you can't feel a goddamn thing;


Posted on July 25, 2020 by HARLEY WESTWARD
Residences

harley westward

No black magic can control me and no curse can let you own me

Tonight? He questioned almost warily. Oh. The look on his face was almost too good. Her lush lips quirked upward into a mischievous grin as she procured the coins and inserted them into the slot just above the headboard. She was met with the satisfying metal clinking sound. She looked over her shoulder in an almost flirtatious look that was soon obliterated with the sound of laughter that easily slipped free. She shook her head a look akin to one of disbelief. "You worry too much." She added before the bed eventually started that steady droning sound of vibration. The shifter was almost morbidly curious about the bed that clearly had seen far too much in this world! She flopped on that bed, staring at the ceiling as if.. Unsure what to think all while Sterling seemed almost disappointed in its performance. What the hell did he think it was going to do? Perform tricks? Although she had to admit for a vibrating sex bed, she expected... more. What that exactly entailed she hardly knew. Upon that bed she contemplated what was worse, the bed or the heart-shaped jacuzzi. Unable to decide which monstrosity seemed to hold the title of victor she rose off the strange spectacle of a bed toward the thing that truly mattered in this room. Free champagne. Celebrating the throes of single life.

She joined Sterling as they contemplated food. The man was nothing short of a snob when it came to pizza. Seriously, did he have a vendetta against cheesy delicious heaven? Her brows pitched upwards in question, ready to defend the honour of pizza. "What's wrong with pizza?" She looked genuinely concerned. If she wasn't going to die of a heart attack.. Why not reap the rewards of superhuman amazingness. "Finnne you get to choose what we eat then." She added shortly afterwards, which was hardly something to frown about. He had exceptional taste when it came to food. If anyone could find a good place to gorge their singledom, it was a true foodie.

But that meant getting out of this sex dungeon of a room, in an instant the petite woman sprung to life, all but dragging the warlock out the door. They certainly didn't come all this way for the cliche room. That clear tease escaped and at least she was fortunate the man got the joke. Perhaps he wasn't as doomed as she thought. The words 'shut up', oh, he should have known better to think that would deter Harley in the slightest. "Never." She all but beamed with complete sardonic humour as the pair ventured out to the sunny paradise that awaited them. They were greeted with endless sand and frothy crashing waves, along with the sun beating down on them. The sand was warmed from its fiery radiance. She had to admit, it was kind of nice... even though they indulged in the cheap alcohol that certainly wouldn't matter when they drank enough. Even Fiddy looked content, swooping about playfully, tormenting a few lone seagulls who hardly wished to mess with the predatory bird.

The pair felt content enough to sit within the warm sand that cradled them just so. Sterling urged her to frolic, scoffing at the warlock with natural derision. Like she... frolicked. The thought in itself was nothing short of disturbing. She went anyway after removing her own shoes and socks, the woman took the time to enjoy the new sensation as she moved toward the deceptively inviting water. She, of course, looked over her shoulder to glare at the warlock behind her, the look alone, determined to convey that she was absolutely NOT going to frolic. Suddenly, the woman pivoted, her toes sinking into the sand as she stepped backwards, her arms opened in a gesture that she dared him to come at her, knowing damn well he wouldn't. Of course, it was all in jest, the raven-haired woman soon lost to the ocean sounds that whispered sweetly to her. She nudged shells embedded within the sand with her toe.

This felt oddly peaceful. For a second... she allowed herself to daydream of a tattoo parlour off the beach, her own. Being able to lounge in the sun where no vampire would dare to walk. The beach with all its people really wasn't her thing... but hell, any of it sounded better than the hellhole that was Sacrosanct. Perhaps that was what she should have done before Risque got her hooks in before she could be a true pawn in her game like she was. It was like the ocean sensed her turbulent thoughts, the waves seemed to garner power with its impending tides. That was when she spotted it, as the water receded, something wedged within the wet sand while Sterling nursed the bottle. It didn't take long for that wave to plot its sneaky attack, drenching her thoroughly as she all but took the bait. Fucker. She swore loudly and hardly cared that it drew attention.

The petite woman could hear her companions none too subtle laughter as the woman stood dripping wet. Even her hair had gotten sodden with seawater, strands humorously plastered in long thin clumps upon the side of her face that she all but tried to slick back with desperate, combing fingers in some semblance of order. As if all that hair could ever truly be tamed amongst the elements! Her clothes plastered to her figure as she returned to him, fully prepared to share her own misfortune, rather than wallow in complaints. The grin on his face had her all but glowering, even though she had to fully admit that she probably looked utterly ridiculous. Sterling had already risen to his feet, quickly stealing a few steps back as if he could wave the wild-cat away with his waving arms.

She prowled closer with clear determination to drench him anyways, batting his hands away in an all too playful gesture that he seemed to combat with ease. <1>"Alright.... finne." She seemingly forfeited, the raven-haired woman rolled her eyes at him all the same. "I am going to need to buy one of those cheesy oversized shirts at the stands over there." She moaned half-heartedly, in feigned defeat, pointing to one of the cheesy souvenir shops in the distance.

Sterling so diligently attempted to distract her with the case in her hand that she lowered her gaze to peer at curiously. Oh yeah... that. Her gaze lingered upon the hard surface in consideration but truly... she was plotting. If only she could keep it from her face long enough to execute it. The drenched woman was content to allow her warlock companion to believe that she had been distracted by such a weak attempt at misdirection. "I don't know. You tell me." She replied with such thorough deviousness and a far too idle shrug of her sopping wet shoulders, the fabric of her t-shirt clung to her body. It would dry fast enough in this heat, or perhaps she would just buy a shirt from one of the shops instead. "It could be sunglasses.... Drugs.. Money.... Or maybe something so amazing it will turn our lives around for forever. You have better luck than me... so you open it." She insisted before tossing the case at his feet, purposefully, so he would need to crouch to get it. She waited only so long for him to do that as she moved in a slight casual circle behind him as if to peer over his shoulder. Innocent... and yet part of it felt almost predatory; her instincts vaguely nagged somewhere within her mind and yet how easy it was to ignore it, focused on her impromptu plan.

A slightly wicked little plan, but she had counted on the fact that he was less than suspicious of her. Just as he straightened, she moved like a feline ready to pounce in ambush. She studied him, his movements and his form in a way that hardly seemed human. Fortunately for her, he might have been too distracted to notice. She lept so she could thrust herself in the air to land on his back, a move that would have been far more dramatic in feline form.. Quite certain that he would have been genuinely horrified! After all, he had been brutally mauled by a man he loved. Yet Harley, perhaps hardly possessed such potent animalistic desires even if they surfaced in the most peculiar of ways. However, instead of claws she all but wrapped her legs around his waist along with her arms that clung tightly around his chest. Oh, she hoped he didn't fall. The small woman was deceptively strong, even more so since she had turned into a were.

Harley so nonchalantly brought her head next to his own, allowing her chin to rest on his shoulder. Those striking purple eyes shifted sideways to catch the corner of his eye.. "Go on.... frolic." That iconic sarcasm spoken into his ear parroting his words back at him. How she took such great satisfaction at having drenched him and had no intention of letting go. She wiggled her feet, which hung by his sides as her legs squeezed to ensure she stayed on should Sterling decide to throw her off.

Oh and victory certainly always helped. How sweet a taste. Then again, Sterling hadn't a chance.

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