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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.
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Posted on June 02, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 "That is the very reason he should listen to a little girl. I have spent a lot of time around Hunter's, the older they are the more they tend to cling to the past- sometimes they need a voice to remind them is it no longer the eighteen hundreds." It is a simple comment, easy, such words perhaps divulging the barest hints of his own well-guarded past and yet he sees no reason to conceal each and every facet of his own long abandoned history in the presence of the young woman. She was an intriguing creature, a puzzle for his mind and a challenged he revelled in. He was...unused to more outspoken women, those of his homeland and society were quieter creatures, possessing of little more than singular purpose and yet it is his Mother perhaps, whom should be thanked for his ability to perceive the more feminine of the species as more than merely carriers of children. He enjoys there company, is given to hold some belief they are worthy or more then what his own society had preached to a certain extent. After all- not every great leader had been male and few would ever succeed without a woman in some form. Calliel was refreshing, in an entirely different manner to Claire and yet he was tolerant of both their company- even despite the sass of Calliel. Provided her Uncle did not totally destroy that spark of curiosity within her so entirely. How unfortunate that would be. Her reply in response to his own saw that gaze rest upon her once more, a soft chuckle humming within his throat. "You want to dream of me do you? How very intriguing." It is a more open tease this time, her words so shamelessly twisted with an effortless ease that perhaps lends itself to his talent with words as he offers them back towards her now in an effort to destabilize her once more and tread softly upon whatever fine line may well exist between them. His gaze continues to rest upon her features, delicately picking apart whatever reaction she might have to such a comment before moving to lean away and wander towards the aged sofa. Why anyone would keep a piece of furniture offering such a pattern he hardly knows, though for now he holds little desire to comment on it- far more intrigued with the conversation the woman offers him, picking apart each of his words with a care unusual for a young girl. It is rare to find someone so young and so...aware and yet such awareness is often brought about by terms far more tragic. After all, he has seen it for himself- lived it and it is this very sense of familiarity perhaps that so inclines him towards the delicate little blonde creature. His question, this time, is far more probing, direct- the flinch she offers in response offering him an answer all the same. She lived with her Uncle, such a situation offering little else by way of explanation other than the deaths of her parents- though it would seem he remains unmoved by such a plight. She rises, moving to wash up the mugs, as if to deflect any further questions as a ghost of a simper trace his lips- assured now of his observation as Calliel sipped at a glass of water and his gaze remained upon the magazines. "I suppose you could." It is not a true answer, though nor does he actively deny such a claim all the same, seating himself now upon the edge of the couch before sinking back into it with a sigh, one leg folding over the other in a manner unperturbed by the stench of Hunter that so grates against his nerves and yet.....he has spent the better portion of his life perfecting his ability to conceal any- distress he may feel. Her position upon the arm of the couch sees his head tilt upward and towards her own, meeting that blue of her gaze now though his features remain frustratingly impassive still. "Hmm." It is little more than a sound within his throat, as if he almost contemplates her words before offering an answer in those same cool, smooth tones as always. "For me- it was the death of another Were when I was oh, twelve, maybe thirteen." His shoulders roll in a shrug, such an event dismissed with the same callousness he treats so many other things, one hand lifting to run fingers through the thickness of his hair, both eyes visible for barely a moment before those thick locks fall back into place again as he moves to stand, stretching now. He has gotten most of what he wanted to night, her answers not as entirely astute as he would like and yet he has gleamed enough to be of use to himself for now. Besides, the scent of Hunter was growing....thicker, Azrael's rather imminent return seeming to prod the man into action as a single stride brings him to her side and almost behind her as she sits. "I am sorry about your parents- to an extent." It is unfortunate for a child to lose a parent, let alone both and yet life was harsh, life was cruel and if not for that event he is assured she would hardly be the entertaining little creature she was. He lent forward now, ever so slightly, a soft exhale offering the girl little more than a tickle of warm air against her before his lips brush ever so faintly across her cheek. "Sweet dreams, little Engill." Why not leave a little mark? Even one so tiny as that just to prove how close he could get to the everything Azrael surely valued the most. Hunters took such pride in believing they controlled the world- how little the blonde Hunter truly knew. "Góða nótt, Calliel." He rights himself smoothly, offering no backward glance as he heads for the door, the locks easily unhinged before he steps easily out and into the hallway in an effort to make himself scarce before Azrael arrived. |
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