Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

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.

somebody to hold

Posted on August 26, 2020 by Henry Tudor

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

Henry had tried to go to the DMV to get his license renewed, but upon his arrival, the place was closed. Who closed a DMV? It didn't make sense. Sure, there was some virus running rampant, but it was just a virus, right? It couldn't possibly be worse than the common flu. It was a silly reason to close the DMV, at least in his opinion. But there was nothing he could do or say on the matter. He didn't have a choice and would simply have to wait until they were able to open. Surely this "pandemic" would only last a few weeks and it would be over and done with.

The rest of the day was filled with Henry just meandering. He went to the store to stock up on supplies, but after he had a basket full of toilet paper, he realized that he didn't have a wallet. He abandoned the cart right there in the middle of the isle. Stepping back, he watched as two people ran towards his cart and began to fight over the contents. What was this world coming to? Was it really necessary to fight over toilet paper?

Since he couldn't buy groceries and he couldn't get his license, Henry decided that he would just take a walk on the beach. This used to be a place of peace and solitude, but it only left his mind unsettled. There were so many unknowns. Where was he going to live? He certainly couldn't stay with Sterling for ever.

Defeated, Henry began to walk back to Sterling's flat. By the time he arrived, the sun was setting. If he had been in a better frame of mind, he might have thought it looked beautiful. But depression had taken hold and there was little he could do to make the world look beautiful again.

As he entered the apartment, his eyes immediately went to Sterling who was settled on a barstool with his head resting in the crook of his arm. He said nothing at first, closing the door behind him and turning the lock. With a soft sigh, he moved into the kitchen and began to unload the groceries that Sterling had purchased. "Want me to cook some dinner?" Henry could hardly cook, but he could make spaghetti and grilled cheeses. They weren't much, but they were edible.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again