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Shayla woke up in her tiny dorm bed with the sun shining through the tiny window. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and popped her head off her pillow. She looked at her clock, late...as always. She sighed and stood up, walking over to her closet. Her roommate slept soundly, lucky b***h didn't have classes til three. She rummaged through her closet trying to find something decent to wear; girls always have so many clothes, but never anything to wear. She settled for a decent outfit and draped it on. She grabbed her phone from her night stand, trying to be as quiet as possible and slid it into her pocket. She made her way down the long dorm halls to the elevator. Looking around she saw girls passed out by their doors, well, this was a party school. She chuckled and hoped into the elevator. She was especially giddy today, she had just grabbed herself a new boyfriend. He was prim and proper and way different than any other boy she had ever dated. He cared, about everything. She could easily see him being the owner of a rich company or the head of a very sophisticated frat. She see's him owning a yacht or a private helicopter one day, he was that kind of guy.

Shay made her way into out of the dorm building and into the university's court yard; where everyone gathered between classes. She looked around for Noah, but she couldn't find him. She pulled her phone from her pocket and shot him a text.
to: Noah
from: Shay
message: Hey babe.
I'm in the court yard waiting for ya.
See ya soon,
xoxo
Shay found a seat and waited for Noah to text her or find her.

Since there relationship was just blooming, she was still in the excited stage of finding out all about him; his quirks, his buttons, everything. He was the mysterious type, Noah...you never really knew what he was really up to. At the same time, he was still finding out all about her. She had not yet told him that she was a bit of a party animal, and with that comes lots of drinking. Though she was more of a social drinker, she always seemed to go overboard. Lot's of drunken nights with her friends trying to help her get into a taxi or to the toilet. She wasn't proud of it, but she couldn't control herself. She is completely terrified of Noah finding out, but she knows all secrets come out in time. He will either continue seeing her, or leave. At the same time, she knew he had to have a secret of his own; no one as perfect as him is THAT perfect.

Her and Noah are two completely different people, but she was convinced opposites attract. She had never wanted a relationship to work out so bad. She thought he would be good for her, keep her grounded so she wouldn't fly off the handle. He seemed stable, and she was, well, unstable. Drunken nights led to her being late for numerous classes; causing her grades to drop. She has been working harder to stop, but something always pulls her back to the parties as the late nights. She want's to make herself, her family, and especially Noah proud, but the pressure makes it even harder.

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Ｑｕｉｎｎ Ｌ. Ｔｏｒｒｅ
your heartbroken heartbreaker
fighting a silent battle for the
affection he so desperately
seeks despite his growing
feelings of animosity

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Of course this wasn't his bed. It was twin sized and the girl next to him was holding him instead of facing the wall and being just as cold asleep as she was awake. He shuddered and pushed the arm of the sleeping beauty off of him; her name might have been Andrea. But, as routine dictated, he would not be sticking around to find out. It saddened him that his body was accustomed to waking up at four in the morning on little to to no sleep and more often than not with a hangover. He had found recently that it was easier to take on his unfaithful endeavors on an empty stomach and a full fifth of whiskey. Not that he was using alcohol to escape his problem (the catch phrase of any regular AA member), but more so to assist in covering the problems he was secretly creating. Like many men, he felt justified, however. Claudine had turned from darling angel to hardened prisoner of war in the span of a year. Quinn couldn't even recall the last time he'd seen a genuine smile on that beautiful face. With an anxiety laden sigh he picked his dirty, wrinkled clothes up off the unfamiliar floor and slipped into them with the expertise that suggested he'd had to sneak into clothes many times before. He couldn't tell, and frankly, couldn't remember what he'd been wearing the night before, but he wasn't about to turn on the lights to awaken Darla(?) for a fashion show.

On his way out of the apartment, which he had no problem navigating (he felt as if he might have been to this complex earlier this week), he swiped his keys, wallet, and phone off the kitchen counter. As tradition predicted, he'd turned his phone off last night, likely before he'd even left his and Claudine's shared one bedroom apartment. One could call it guilt. He hadn't made this a regular occurrence until just recently. At first he'd find a stranger at the biweekly frat party he attended, now it was at least twice a week. He doubted Claudine was oblivious, how could she miss him failing to return home two nights a week? Instead of facing the thought that she was skating through this relationship just as much as he was, he pushed opened the door and left it unlocked like he had so many other front doors. No note, no number, all he ever left was likely a nauseated feeling in the stomachs of the girls he used. He couldn't afford to leave proof, too many of the girls attended the University with him and Claudine.

Quinn's old, reliable Chevy pick up sat miserably in the cold morning fog. Rarely did he lock it (rarely did the locks actually function), but his truck was sparse of anything of actual value. It was littered with various receipts from liquor stores, fast food joints, and gas stations. Today, however, he noticed a rather scandalous (and quite incriminating if found) pair of red lace panties. He knew for a fact Claudine didn't wear lingerie like that, and never would he ask her to. He preferred subtle attempts at being undeniably sexy. Regardless, he tossed the evidence into the parking lot before pulling out and venturing into the empty road system that was his four in he morning neighborhood of college kids.

The trip home was short, and undeniably too familiar. He passed by a multitude of complexes that he'd likely ventured into on nights quite similar to this past one. Though, he only recalled a couple of the names and even less of the faces, the ones that did manage to stick in his ever overwhelmed mind never stuck for good reasons. Rachel in the complex next to McDonalds lived in a studio apartment with her father, which of course Quinn was blissfully unaware of until the man walked in mid-performance. Mr. Carter turned out to actually be Officer Carter of the city's sheriff department. Never before had Quinn actually feared for his life. Natalie in the upscale apartments closest to campus owned more chains than an ice road trucker. She, however, didn't use her chains for safely navigating ice covered roadways. Another shudder shook his muscular torso and he found himself gripping his steering wheel with white knuckles. He willed the memories away as he pulled into the parking lot of his complex. Idling his truck for a couple minutes he collected what was left of his scattered mind. Never before had Claudine been awake, or at least never before had she made him aware that she was awake, but he still wanted to be prepared for a Hell storm if she did happen to be. Not that she'd yell or hit him, but her cold glares and muttered insults would likely reduce him to a ball of anger. Quinn knew he'd never touch her, he didn't even think he could yell at her- but he'd probably say something he'd regret and drive Claudine further away from him.

Despite his weekly endeavors and the building resentment for the girl, he wasn't quite sure if he could break it off. He'd been so in love with her for so long, they had literally been walking on sunshine. It was astonishing how one honest mistake could smash their image of perfection. He'd been cross faded at a frat party during initiation. There was likely a mix of encouragement from his frat brothers, encouragement from the woman, and plenty of encouragement from the drugs and alcohol. Those encouragements were why he'd denounced his membership from his frat, stopped using anything except alcohol, but somehow his affection for unclaimed women (and sometimes claimed) had only blossomed. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to mend their relationship, but every attempt on his part was thwarted by Claudine's ego. She wouldn't let him back in and he felt it like a knife continually turning in his chest. Of course, he was still in the wrong, he knew that. But he felt a year of cold shoulder and an even colder bedroom had eventually broken his spirit. Now not only did he get the sex he felt he needed, but he got something even more important each of those nights he wasn't under Claudine's dagger gaze. He got appreciation and admiration. He'd heard a couple "I love you"s and despite the odd, and probably untrue, sentiment, he liked to hear it every once in awhile and pretend the words were once again coming off Claudine's lips.

Finally he exited his truck and jogged through the lot and up the stairs to his front door. He unlocked the door quietly and placed his effects on the table just inside the door. He pushed into their shared bedroom and astonished himself with how talented he was at navigating his apartment in the dark. On his tip toes he entered the bathroom and shucked off his dirty clothes, dropping them in a shared hamper. He felt dirty, like he always did, but he was scheduled for a morning run to the coffee shop on campus with Hannah. Today's run would be brutal; a headache from the previous night's lack of sleep and excess of alcohol had set in just behind his eyes. With a deep exhale he returned to their room and moved swiftly into the closet which was dominated by clothes that weren't his. Quickly, he grabbed an old, ragged, evergreen sweatshirt from high school and a pair of black athletic shorts. He slipped into a jockey and then the rest of his clothes before putting his putrid running shoes on and exiting the closet. With a sigh he sat finally on his made up side of the bed and longingly glanced at Claudine's sleeping figure. She was beautiful, and in her sleep she didn't look quite so demanding. Her mouth was closed, but not in the hard set line it so frequently fell to when she was around him. Maybe he was even more justified than he thought for staying away; it always seemed to cause her so much pain to look at him. Before his thoughts went too far downhill he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I'm sorry," he whispered before standing and leaving the bedroom.

Before he left the apartment completely he slid his phone in his pocket along with his wallet. He slid his hood over his head and left into the early morning chill. By now it was around five in the morning. He jogged down the steps and sprinted to the road. Running gave him time to get his s**t together for the week so all of his school work would get finished. This semester was a light one, however, he'd given himself more hours to work- he was supposed to be saving up for a ring. On his schedule was Psychology, Statistics, Environmental Science, and Sociology. His speech to the various adults who asked him about life after graduation included graduate school and an eventual career as an environmental therapist, a new field he planned on using as his graduate thesis. He was on schedule to graduate after spring semester and he was so ready to move on. As he jogged he compiled a list in his head of all the assignments specifically due this week that he hadn't finished yet. He worked late afternoons and evenings at the gym him and Hannah frequented, and the lull around eight gave him time to get some school work done.

By the time he reached the street he usually found Hannah on he'd worked through his week's scheduling and his thoughts had come spiraling back to Claudine. The more he thought about her bitter attitude, the faster he ran. Eventually he was running sprints up and down the familiar road, touching the pavement at each end with his hand before turning and shooting off in the opposite direction. This exercise was something he was accustomed to from years of playing basketball. This did not mean, however, that he was super human and could actually physically keep the pace he'd started. A rip, he was sure, had formed in his lungs and he came to a sudden halt. Doubled over with an all over kind of pain he rested his elbows on his knees. He knew he needed to stand up and catch his breath, but everything hurt. His breath was ragged, his saliva tasted like blood and he was again reminded of the joys of basketball practice.

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The time : about 12:00pm
The place: the university
The starting point: everyone is getting ready for and leaving to school.
Yes they all go to the same school, but don't necessarily all know each other.

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COUPLE THREE

He is hiding from her.
He is hiding the fact that he didn't use protection the last time they had sex.
He is hiding the fact that he got married just a year go and still isn't legally divorced.
He is a paranoid soul.

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She's been getting sick every morning, but won't face the fact that she is pregnant.
She is too in love and too scared of losing the boy she loves.
She has her suspicions however; that they boy she loves, is bound to someone else.

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COUPLE TWO

He is everything she wants him to be, but he can't take her standards.
He sneaks out each night to take from other girls what he can't get from her.
He hates what he does, but he hates her more.

She may be an uptight know it all, but she has good intentions.
Sadly, she actually hates herself too, and has multiple secret attempts at her life.

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COUPLE ONE

You could call him the real life Christian Gray.
Though his desires and secrets are taboo, he lives a completely normal life.
As a college senior, he is still young, but he has the maturity of a fifty year old wealthy business man.

She's a very loving girlfriend, but still has not been exposed to her lovers secrets.
She keeps herself sheltered and isn't really one to branch out; however, she loves a good drink to loosen up.
Maybe a few drinks, maybe a lot.

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Though this is a dark and heavy role play, we must stick to Gaia's rules and we must also stick to mine.

✕ Follow the TOS at all times.
I am ok with fights, a little language, and sex, but we have to keep it all within the rules.
Time skip if need be and respect the websites rules.
Don't go overboard with bad language, no one wants a paragraph of the F word.

✕ Real people only; no TV stars or commonly used people.
Be as original as possible here.

✕ No sob stories; though this is a heavy RP, please don't make us cry.
Everyone here has a harsh desire, but nothing that ruins lives forever.

✕ I know this is a heavy RP, but their can AND MUST BE happy moments.
Not everyone is sad all the time, they are normal people.

✕ Post reserves in OOC and please include samples (samples must have their own thread, no onexones).
Make your characters story creative and not too depressing.

✕ Dress up posts.
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✕ All characters are college age.

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Everyone has a dark side to compliment their light side. Everyone has experienced someone elses wrath and that is what our story is based around. Everyone get's used by someone they love because whether we like it or not, bad sides comes out. Sexual desire, drugs, gambling; just a few examples of where people get used. Whats' your deep secret? How far will you go to get what you want? who will you use to get it?

This story follows the lives of four couples who each have their own dark sides. Everyone uses everyone to get what they want, what they crave, and what they need. This is no pg-13 story (but we will stick to the rules). Dark drama, sexual tension, fights; it all happens here.

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