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!
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 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.
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 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.
you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared
Her darting motion towards the rampaging hunter might have seen like a death sentence and yet, he had been distracted by the water pouring from the ceiling. Wrapping her arms around his mid section, she drives her shoulder in his abdomen - right below the sternum. No matter how much you trained, it was near impossible to withstand the wind being knocked out of you. Just as she anticipates, the exhaling grunt that leave's Will's lips makes the woman grimace as they land heavily upon the floor. Their combined weight skidding them very slightly making the pain in her wrist flare agonizingly. When he screams at her, she's only vaguely aware of the nasty words he throws in her face, Vhalla firmly planting herself on top of the man and pinning his arms to the side. It's easy to call on the flames, directing all the heat to her palms as she burns shackle light handprints onto his wrists. He twists under her, trying to dislodge the woman but she has a firm hold, the heat from her palms seeming to do the intended job.
She casts a quick glance down at his hands. Empty. Releasing a breath, her blue eyes drag up to his once more, perhaps she was finally getting through to him. She couldn't have been more wrong. He suddenly rips his hand free from her weekend wrist, Vhalla wildly attempting to restrain him once more and instead is flung across the room. The assassin is hardly in control as her body skids across the soaked ground, her head slamming into the corner of the coffee table. Pain explodes behind her eyes as she quickly tries to blink away the black spots that threaten to pull her under. She's unable to keep the groan that leaves her lips as she attempts to scrabble to a sitting position, the feeling of warm blood coursing down her face and blinding her in one eye. The wicked grin that peels across Will's features is entirely lost on her as she wipes at her face, trying to regain eyesight in her blinded eye. Just as she lifts a hand to drag across her face, the hunter is on her.
She doesn't have time to react as he launches himself across the room, her hands somehow ending up in his grip as they are shoved roughly above her head. A fiery pain erupts in her wrist again, Vhalla grunting just as Will places himself above her, pinning her against the floor with his weight. Her legs flail, trying to dislodge his weight and yet, it's entirely hopeless as she struggles and when she falls limp, she's panting with disorientation. Blue eyes flick up to Will's face, her pupils dilated... a clear indication of the minor concussion she's nursing, just as the hunter's purring words stroke her ears. Vhalla doesn't say anything, her gaze darting immediately to the blade of energy that formed into his free hand. She sucks in a breath at the sight of it, the woman realizing that she was entirely incapable of doing anything more without severely hurting the man. She had learned to encompass her entire body in flames... flames that would eat away at the man and everything within her home. Despite the situation, she couldn't actually imagine doing real harm to Will.
She had one option... and it was something she had buried so deep. Something that she had refused to take out and examine.
Her attention is brought back to the hunter, the man looking utterly insane as he drives all of his weight into pinning her to the floor. She struggles again, hoping to dislodge him and instead she finds that blade at her throat. Instantly freezing, Vhalla holds her breath, the only movement the hammering of her pulse in her neck as she stares wildly up at him. When he begins to drag that blade, mere centimeters above her, down her body does she speak, "You don't have to do this," she chokes out, making her voice as even as possible. Clearly, it falls on deaf words as his hand hovers just above her before he presses it down. Her fabric is eaten away by the energy and her skin parts instantaneously to allow the intrusion. She hisses in pain, refusing to move as that blade continues to sink into her skin, "Will," she pants once before making a split second decision. She calls on that water affinity, gathering the water in the loft into a ball, hovering just behind the Englishman's head.
She pants again, a combination of pain and exertion before she sends that ball of liquid flying the air and shooting into his face. The water almost has a mind of it's own as it races through his eyes, down his throat and up his nose... suffocating him. The weight of his body suddenly leaves her and she doesn't waste the opportunity to launch to her feet. The world sways around her but she locks her gaze on the stumbling man in front of her. Releasing the affinity, she lurches at him, slamming an elbow across his temple as he drops to her feet, knocked unconscious. Sucking in breaths, she falls down next to him, the water deciding it had put out the 'house fire' though her clothes are entirely drenched through and so is her entire flat. Trivial things, things that she would worry about later.
Vhalla isn't entirely sure how long she lays there but she's stiff when she rolls over, the shooting pain in her side bringing her back to reality. Grunting, she pulls herself to her feet and staggers the short distance to the table, dragging a chair out and falling heavily into it. Her hand is pressed into her side to staunch the bleeding though its clear she's doing a terrible job as the warm liquid flows through her fingers and drips onto the ground. Allowing her eyes to close for the briefest of moments, she pulls her hand away to inspect the wound. It wasn't terribly deep though it was long and it wouldn't stop bleeding. With a bloodied hand, she rolls up her tee shirt, firmly wedging the hem of it in her mouth as she brings her palm back to the wound once more. Sucking in a deep breath, she calls on the flames as she cauterizes the wound. A screech leaves her gagged mouth but she doesn't stop until the slice is closed over. The scent of burning flesh drifting into the air as she collapses into the chair, her hands falling uselessly to the side.
The assassin sits like that for a long moment, allowing the pain to dull before she stands, searching through the flat to find something to restrain the unconscious hunter. It takes her only a few moments to produce zip ties, the woman making her way back to Will and kneeling beside him. She stares at him sadly before dragging his arms behind his back and cinching the zip ties tight enough to keep him from getting free, though not tight enough to cut off the blood circulation. Dragging a blanket off from the back of the couch, she rolls his limp body onto it before she drags him back to the couch and maneuvering him onto the seat, the man laying on his side. She's gasping when she finishes. It wasn't easy to lift deadweight up. She was a mess and though her skin healed decently well to burn marks... Will's did not. Sighing heavily, she stands - grabbing the burnt leather jacket, soaked now, and slinging it around her shoulders. She winces, her wrist screaming painfully though there was hardly anything she could do about that at the moment.
She needed to make a stop at Spencer's.
He could whip up a burn salve she was sure and he hardly lived far from here. Striding out the door, she heads towards the warlock's home.
It doesn't take her long to return, salve in hand and the woman looking slightly better - the blood having been wiped away from her face though the corner of her forehead was already bruising rapidly. She was almost sure it would turn into a black eye before the night was over. As she opens the door, she finds that Will is still unconscious on the couch, Vhalla taking the opportunity to toss the salve onto the dining room table and slowly make her way to her bedroom. She changes quickly, throwing the bloodied clothes into a corner and drawing on a new pair of jeans and a shortsleeved teeshirt. The bruise where Will and gripped her upper arm, peaked through the sleeve, though she doesn't notice as she makes her way back to the dining room, the woman falling heavily back into one of the chairs. She positions it towards Will, her blue gaze neutral as she waits for him to wake up.
To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered