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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

but i think i know enough of hate


Posted on October 24, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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Of all the things the man had expected that morning it had, perhaps, not been to find Alexis at his bedroom door. Claire and Calliel, after all, were well versed in the rules in this regard- his bedroom was entirely off limits unless something or someone was on fire and as such the soft creak of his door opening saw the man look up sharply. He had been awake for a half an hour or so, his form seated, cross-legged, in a manner almost boyish atop his rather large bed, a tray of breakfast on one side and the newspaper spread before him with what remained of a crust of toast was held within his left hand. It was, truly, as if yesterday had simply failed to occur at all. For a moment at least he merely stares at the vixen wordlessly, her eyes carefully held down in a manner both submissive and yet almost repentant- though he suspects perhaps, she simply fears he may well have been half dressed as she herself seemed to be from lack of clothing. He is silent in the moments that follow her words, pausing to turn the next page of his paper before finally offering her his attention in full.

"You can come in- shut the door behind you."

It had taken longer then he had truly anticipated to force the woman to this point, to the realisation that she truly did need his help and was willing to ask for it. He had been harsh with her, to be sure and yet it was by her own doing. She had been determined to remain difficult and as such he had been determined to continue to press her until she finally saw the sense behind his own actions- or at least that it was far easier to appease the war horse then to disagree with him. He waits another moment for the woman to do as asked, leaning back against the headboard of his bed, one jean-clad leg folded over the other as his arms fold smoothly across his chest.

"Do you know how they train horses, Alexis?"

It is, surely, a seemingly bizarre question and yet the snowy-haired man's words remain cool, assured and evidently expectant of an answer as he continues to watch her now, one violet eye slightly visible now beneath that mop of tousled hair.

"Pressure. You put a horse in a situation he dislikes or finds uncomfortable, you apply pressure to him in that situation and he will attempt to alleviate it- when he alleviates it in a manner you find acceptable, without fighting, you release that pressure and allow him to escape the situation he disliked in the first place. He learns faster the next time, what he has to do to stop himself being uncomfortable and in that manner you can train him to do all manner of things. The pressure does not always have to be negative either. This method however- tends to work for most animals, or so I've found, to your credit you lasted longer than I thought you would- it took rather a lot of pressure to get to this stage."

His lip quirks ever so slightly, the faintest snort of amusement resounding within the room, allowing her to truly comprehend the words he is offering now. An insinuation that he had, from the beginning, purposely acted towards her in a manner designed entirely to make her uncomfortable, continuing to pressure her until she had finally given in and acted in a manner he finds acceptable by asking for his assistance. She would have given in eventually, he is sure, they always did although truly she had surprised him with just how much spine she was capable of showing she had when pressured enough. That simply needed to be tailored into something useful, indeed the girl very near needed to be broken down and built back up, though for now he is content enough in her yield to him and her acknowledgement that she would be little more than a hindrance to anyone in her current state of power. For now, her asking for help would be enough, his demeanour towards her already decidedly more.....placid then it has been before. A release from pressure, just as he had said. It was nothing if not effective, after all, it had been used upon himself for rather a long time before he had found his own way to...apply it to those around him. They never had liked that, indeed it is surely where so many of his own problems had begun. For now however, he simply dismisses them, gaze returned to the woman's own now as he moves at last to slide from the bed, strolling across the room to snatch a white, button-down shirt from the chair beside his desk, allowing with a notepad and pencil- handing the pad and pencil abruptly to Alexis as he moves to finish dressing.

"If you are ever asked about last night, Alexis, your answer is simple. You and I were talking on the west side, discussing nothing of particular importance, you were merely telling me about your powers and asking how they could be improved, Raven interrupted, we asked her to leave, she demanded we remove ourselves from the territory- but why should we? Countless Were's are moving about it, to and from the Ark. Raven attacked me, I tossed her into a wall and asked her again to leave though did nothing further, she attacked again and I merely defended myself, seeing that she needed medical aid I took her back to her Alpha. He didn't care to listen to what had occurred, he attacked me as well, a fight broke out- one that you ended with your shields after the spotted fellow picked up the harpoon gun. Understood?"

His voice leaves no room for question, the story true- to an extent, the man waiting for some conformation the woman understood what she was being told before he simply moved to step past her, the implication that she should follow surely made clear as the stallion crossed the landing, stepping briefly inside Calliel's room- the girl within the shower at the end of the hall- snatching up a set of clean clothing to toss at Alexis now.

"Come downstairs and out into the yard when you're done. Bring that paper and pencil too- you will need it."

He moves to leave her then, wandering quietly down the stairs, bare feet near-silent upon the wood as he steps through the kitchen and out into the yard. The morning sun was almost pleasant really, the air still crisp from the night before- though his own powers readily end its ability to nip at his skin as he moves to lean back against the nearest tree, waiting for the woman to appear now. He had, to a certain extent, already come to understand where the woman was lacking in regards to her skill, Frost inclined to be....more gentle perhaps, now that she had offered him the request he had desired from the beginning. She would learn soon enough that displeasing him would achieve little other then her own suffering. One hand gestures loosely to the nearest lawn chair, the sun, after all, was pleasant and today at least he saw no need to further upset the girl, waiting for her to make herself comfortable as he continued to lean against the tree in a manner entirely....relaxed.

"I need you to draw your power, the shield one, draw yourself and then draw how you think your power looks around you when in use. It is unusual, I understand, but I have every belief it will yield a result helpful to both of us. Go on."

He can be almost pleasant- when he tries.






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