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.

Alistair Rosenthal

haven't always been this way


Posted on March 21, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
Residences

Walk me home in the dead of night
I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

Spring was slow to come to the Pacific north west, a fact which she should be used to by now and yet as she stared out into the dreary afternoon Carolina found herself restless. Surely it was better than the pollen and allergies the South always used to ring in the changing of the seasons, but she found herself missing the sunshine. With the release of a vaccine the world had started to get back to some semblance of normal, even the Ark was finalizing its preparations to fully reopen soon, and she was eager to get back to her busy lifestyle. Setting down the book she had only half been reading she sighed and ran a hand through the unkempt waves of her blonde hair. The feline had always been a bit restless, it's what led her out here after all, so it should be no surprise that being so pent up for nearly a solid year now was beginning to wear on her last nerve.

Chewing on her lower lip she turned her gaze from the window and surveyed the dim interior of her apartment for a moment, letting it slide over the mundane household chores that she should be doing until it alighted on the frame hanging by the couch in her living room. Her eyes lingered on the piece as they always seemed do, reminding her of another rainy day and that chance encounter with the dark-haired artist from whom she had somehow swindled what was, to her, a priceless piece of art. The wildness contained on that page never failed to speak to a part of her and she would have enjoyed it for that reason alone, the memories attached to it a definite bonus.

She had seen Alistair only a time or two since that day and in nothing more than passing, one of them always coming as the other was going from their shared apartment complex. Quick pleasantries exchanged as they both went about their lives, and yet as she stared at that drawing, the crashing of those waves echoing in her ears, an idea came to her. Ridiculous really, she thought to herself as she pulled on a comfortable t-shirt and quickly laced up her boots. There was no way he was even home, she argued to herself as she brushed her wild hair into some semblance of control and shrugged on the light blue rain jacket that got far too much use. No harm if he didn't answer, she reminded herself as she latched the door to her apartment and wandered down the hall counting the numbers as she went.

Despite the pair exchanging information about where they lived in that complex she had yet to actually walk down to where 310 was blazoned across his door, his apartment being the opposite way from the stairs she used. Pausing in front of his door she bounced on the balls of her feet for a moment contemplating fleeing back to her own home, but what awaited her there but more of the same. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she gritted her teeth and shoved down her nervousness before knocking on his door solidly a few times. What did she have reason to be nervous about she chided herself, though her mind was quick to try and remind her of any number of reasons as she waited to see if he would answer.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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