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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 November 24, 2020 by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

It was, Arlo supposed, at least some level of comfort to know that were Sebastian to suddenly return home with neo hair that Dorian probably wouldn't divorce. Abigail and himself were hardly married. The little Panda couldn't divorce him over this and surely....surely she wouldn't break up with him would she? Then again how the fuck was he supposed to explain it? He couldn't exactly tell Ab's what he'd been doing could he? Maybe he could say he'd simply been watching something on tv and his hair had...changed? Abigail, he suspected, would believe him and yet really- did anyone ever recover from enon hair fully? She was going to ask him to wash it out, he knew it. Christ, it didn't even seem to wash out! The frown that had found its way to Arlo's features as he raised his head from the sink, his fingers still working at a lock of once brunette hair- only seemed to deepen as Sebastian queried whether or not it was possible this might be the work of some other magic. A curse, even an affinity. The Crusnik was near certain he hadn't offended any witches lately. He certainly hadn't fed off of them. Their blood held no appeal. Was it possible he'd fed off of a vampire with a witch or a warlock for a lover? Was this a revenge act? What a weird fucking thing to do. Then again it had freaked him out. Maybe that was the purpose. Unless this was the dong of the woman at the gas station. The one who had, he swore, looked pregnant. He'donly made an innocent comment!

Sebastian's shoulders lifted in a loose shrug as the Englishman lent far too casually within the doorway. The Incubus suggested that coloured hair would be an appropriate sort of revenge for the apparent verbal assault the woman had suffered and yet...would she really wait two weeks just for this? Arlo's head shook lightly as he returned to attempting to scrub the colour from his hair. The consideration that maybe shampoo might be more effective was halted only by Sebastian's comment upon his affinities and whether or not he had discovered them all just yet. Arlo's gaze shifted toward is ocven leader once more. Sebastian, this time, me with a dubious and yet near wary stare. This, surely, was not an affinity. What a fucking useless affintiy to have! That very sentiment left Arlo's lips no more than a minute later. That string of expletives so seemingly amusing Sebastian all the more as the Incubus chuckled. That very sound earned the elder man another glare. Abby, once, had told him about camouflage in animals. Was it possible that this was some sort of...animal....thing? What sort of environment did a vampire with red or blue hair fit into? Sebastians decidedly unhelpful comment that a rave was exactly the type of environment Arlo would fit right into was hardly comforting as a groan of frustration fell from the younger man's lips. This was....a nightmare. Could it really be a power?

Arlo was oblivious, in that moment, to the fashion in which his hair had, finally, begun to return to its natural brunette hue. His decreasing panic and too- the fading of those far more sexual hormones Sebastian had coaxed into existence had prompted those colours to fade with his, slowly, calming mood. Explaining this to Abby was hardly going to be easy and yet if he explained it as the affinity it was- and his lack of control over it, well, she was sure to understand that. Maybe this wasn't exactly...terrible. Weird- but not terrible. Still, it was hardly a useful power, not like Sebastian's sex-god abilities. Another sigh left the Crusniks lips as Arlo, at last, moved to turn away from the mirror and lean back agianst the basin. His blue gaze, finally, focused entirely upon Sebastian as the elder vampire insisted his 'sex god' affinities were reflective of who he had been when he was mortal. Arlo's hair, perhaps, a testament to the life he had once lived. His own head tilted in consideration before a faith simper tugged at his lips.

"I did a lot of shit when I was human, bud- but I never dyed my hair. Got it spray painted a couple of times, sure, but never dyed it. If this really is a power then....I don't know what part of me it's trying to reflect. Maybe it is supposed to be lifestyle I left behind. It's still part of me, after all. I still don't know how I'm going to explain to Abby that I- wait, what?"

Sebastian's insistence his hair was changing again prompted Arlo to near pivot in place, the man eyeing that bathroom mirror once more only to spot his familiar brown locks. Thank god. The relief upon his features was nothing short of palpable. Arlo raised one hand, running it through his hair if only to prove to himself that colour would stay before the Crusnik turned back to his attention once more.

"Well, crisis averted for now I guess. Jesus, I don't know what i'm going to do if it happens again though. If that happens when I'm with Abby I....christ I have no idea how i'm going to explain it."

Arlo's head shook once more. At the very least he'd have the rest of the night to think about it. Maybe by tomorrow, when he saw Abby again, he'd have some sort of....story worked out. One that did not include getting....pleasure from a vampires venom. His gaze shifted toward his companion again.

"Thanks though, for what you did tonight. You know, with the venom and stuff? I needed that. I'm going to take a shower and try not to freak out again. I'm worried I'm going to set my hair off. Damn, that's a sentence I never thought i'd say. Your welcome to crash here for a bit longer if you want though, watch the tv or something, or you can head off if you need to get back before Dorian starts phoning you."

A simper tugged at Arlo's lips once, the younger vampire eternally content to tease Sebastian about his husband and how whipped he was sure Seb was when it came to the Fae.

"Reckon we probably shouldn't tell them about tonight though, Ab's and Dorian. Better that they.....don't know about the venom and all. Vampire business, yeah?"

Sebastian, he suspected, was wholly willing to keep that secret between them. The Englishman was one of the few beings in all the world Arlo was inclined to trust entirely.