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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.
i'd cover your body with my autograph
Posted on July 17, 2014 by Alekai
 The hot water is a relief, every sore muscle and tight limb relaxing beneath that scalding hot caress as he sighs, moving to run his bloodied fingers through his hair, washing away the stains from his hands, the majority of which has come from his tending to Caprice's wounds rather then himself of his victims. The water around him rapidly turns to a deep red that just as quickly beings to pale into a dull pink before running clear again, the man reaching for the soap readily in some effort to be entirely rid of any of the remains of his activities tonight. It was late, he was tired and if fate felt merciful the girl would be gone by the time he was done, either that, or still asleep entirely. It had been....at least a few months since he'd had a woman in his apartment, his last conquest more an act of her intoxication and his finally having given in to his more basal male needs. He has little patience from human women, despite his somewhat being charged with protecting them from the supernatural world and yet female hunters are hard to find, much less those willing to engage him in one night stands, thus human women have become his more common target for such things. As it is however, he is often content to attempt to go for as entirely as long as he can without engaging in such animalistic things. It never meant much. Never really made him feel any better, nothing had, not since Evelyn, no woman- he is sure, ever capable of living up to the one he had lost. Such thoughts are hurriedly removed from his mind, the blonde paused momentarily, having believed he had heard some sort of sound before he dismisses it quickly enough. He can sense Caprice and yet such a thing hurriedly surprise him, the girl surely still passed out on his couch with a stick note taped to her head, a soft snort of amusement released as he moves to shut off the water, shaking the last few droplets from his damp hair- those golden strands plastered against his face and neck from the shower. He simply reaches to pull back the curtain back, stepping out and onto the bath matt- only to freeze in place, golden amber eyes held entirely against the woman whom seems utterly content to stare right back. For a moment he is entirely to surprised to move, staring blankly at the woman before instinct final seems to return, the man hurriedly grabbing for the shower curtain itself, desperately struggling to wrap it around his lower half in some effort to keep himself from her. "What the fuck are you doing?!" The words are snapped hurriedly as he continues to entangle himself in his own shower curtain, one hand holding the pieces together, satisfied that he is at least now decently covered enough to continue this conversation. She was supposed to be asleep, not standing in his bathroom and certainly not....looking at him. "Is there something wrong with you? For fuck's sake, what part of your ridiculous mind thinks standing here is ok? I just....I don't even want to know." He manages now to reach for his towel, hurriedly replacing his shower curtain skirt with the thick, woollen cloth, wrapping it tightly now around his waist as she has the audacity to ask of it's her turn. For a moment he simply stares blankly once more, utterly unable to believe what he is hearing- although some part of himself, perhaps, registers her condition. She looks as if she has become entangled in a fight with a lawn mower and lost, her form having seemingly failed to heal at all. For half a moment his own features from, contemplating this lack of change in her condition, perhaps she looks a little less bruised and yet his own wounds have already sealed, the bruises already fading into nothing. His curiosity however, is short lived, his irritation at her being within his home, let alone his bathroom seeming to win out, eyes momentarily resting on her semi-naked form all the same, at least mildly appreciated of her unarguable lovely figure- another thought he is quick to dismiss as he hurriedly averts his gaze, hardly willing to let himself be accused of this same....behaviour. He moves to step forward now, pausing only momentarily beside her, words little more than an irritated grunt. "Next time, just knock. There's a spare towel over there." One hand gestured haphazardly towards the aforementioned spare towel, giving his permission, begrudgingly, for her to actually use the shower if she wanted to before proceeding to storm out, slamming the bathroom door behind him as he did. Women- he thinks, are utterly ridiculous creatures and far better not kept any longer then a night- even ones with nice chests. He moves to close the door to his own bedroom, careful to lock this one before managing to find some less...professional clothing, pulling own an old pair of jeans and simple, white cotton shirt, haphazardly drying his ever-tousled hair before reaching back into his own wardrobe. For all his...angst and poor attitude and infamous temper the man is not entirely....selfish, reaching to grab the smallest articles of his own clothing he could find, an old pair of jeans he no longer actually fitted and a small, dark t-shirt, muttering irritably to himself about his own inability to total ignore mentally unstable people as he wandered back down the hall, knuckles wrapping against the wood of the bathroom door before opening it barely a crack. "See? Knocking. Not all that bloody hard." He pauses only long enough to toss the clean, dry clothing in, entirely assured they have to be better then the ripped, bloodied outfit that she had taken off, slamming the door once more behind him before heading for the kitchen, flicking the kettle as he walked past. Two-minute noodles after all- only require hot water to make, his cooking skills a severely lacking thing, his hunger often far more demanding than his patience for attempting to actually cook anything as he paused to lean against the bench, arms crossing over his chest as he waited for the water to boil. If she thought she was getting any of his noodles, she was entirely wrong. A momentary sound behind him surely indicated Caprices return, Azrael hardly bothering to turn around and actually engage her, far more determined to keep up his agitated act and ignore her as he moved to pour boiling water over his attempts at his own dinner. "You didn't open that wound again did you?" Not that he actually cares. |
Replies
- SOLO I FORTI VIVO - By Caprice de Ricci on July 17, 2014 at 7:37 PM
- she ran outta gas and somehow i'm to blame - By Alekai on July 18, 2014 at 8:55 PM