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Hi!  First and foremost I'm looking for a 1x1 roleplay over 
email or PMs with someone 18 and over.  
I don't care if you're a male or female, but as I 
am 26 it just... makes me 
uncomfortable. Ech.

-- a b o υ t  м e 

I'm 26, GMT -5 (Eastern), I'm married, 
and have two dogs.  I also work a full time job that
 requires 12 hour shifts with rotating weekends.  And
 I've started my master's degree so... I'm
 often times able to get a short post out during work 
or after I get home but it isn't a guarantee.  That being
 said, I should be able to reply at least once 
a week to you, given you want a decently long post.

--  l ι м ι t ѕ 

I have no limits when it comes to gore,
 violence, or cursing.  I do have limits when it comes
 to closed-door affairs, however. Please request a list
 from me; I'll be more than happy to provide it for you. 
 Most are the usual: no pedophilia, no scat, no vore.
  I have no triggers but please let me know if you do. I'll respect them. 

A Warning:
 I prefer roleplays that have darker elements.  
All of the aforementioned (gore, violence, cursing, and... activities) 
will probably - hopefully - be in our roleplay.

--  r o l e p l a y  ѕ t y l e 


First, post length.


   I like to think I mirror my partners but that isn't always the case. 
I've been known to put out 1500 - 2000 words or just 200.  
It depends on my muse, how inspired I am, and what you 
give me.  I'm prone to mistakes and know some of you are,
 too.  I won't call you out on your typos: as long as it's
 understandable and remains in character (if it's a canon
 you're playing), I'm good.  Also, I sometimes reply on my 
phone, so autocorrect.
Second, response time.


   As aforementioned, I'm a busy woman.  
There are times that I can stay on the computer all day 
for a couple days in a row; there are times I can't reply 
for a week or more.  I'll try to let you know when I'm 
unable to post, but life happens unexpectedly.

Third, ditching.


   Let's get real: everyone does it.  I've done it.
  I'm ashamed of it. 
 But it happens.
  I'll send you a complimentary 'hey, how are you', but I won't
 chase you down.  I expect the same courtesy of you.
I'M TRASH


Right now, I'm just looking to play as the female character. 
I know it's selfish, but I am just so tired of being 
the male or doubling.  Sorry to disappoint.  Also, right now, 
looking only for MxF romances.  Nothing against FxF or MxM, 
just not feeling it right now.

This does not mean that we can't have additional characters. In fact, 
I love them and get carried away. This does not mean that I expect 
you to play all the male characters, either. I think that a 
healthy mix between us is best c:


Plot


Honestly, I'm looking for this specific role-play at this time. It's kind of based off of Colleen Hoover's "It Ends with Us", hence the title. You need no prior knowledge of the author or the work to have this role-play, I just wanted to give credit where credit is due.

TRIGGERS: Domestic abuse, violence, bedroom scenes, language, and adult situations

My character and her boyfriend have been together for years. Lately, my character 
is more withdrawn and quiet. She isn't as friendly or easy going as normal.
 Now moody and irritable, she is slowly becoming a different person. Her best 
friend, a guy she's known since middle school, notices these changes more acutely
 than anyone else. Carter hasn't really every cared for him, but he's been there 
for her and - apart from one drunken night years ago - has never come on to her.
 Now, he wants only to figure out and remedy what ails his best friend. When he 
sees the telltale sign of bruises on her upper arm, he demands to know what is happening.

I'd love multiple characters, which would allow us to double if you want. If not,
I normally run a slew of them anyway, sooo whatevs. We can do whatever we want
with this, and I'm happy to have a partner in crime that will help with the plot
and development ^^

A laugh escaped Ellie, doubting Kaz was interested in hearing about how she expelled the anal glands of every canine within a twenty-mile radius. She wasn’t sure that the animals she cared for ‘appreciated’ her, but their humans certainly did. It wasn’t uncommon for her to now be stopped in the street if someone recognized her, filling her into the intimate details of Lola the Chihuahua or Buddy the Budgie. It was a far cry from dealing with the millions and billions of dollars that Kaz spoke of. She couldn’t imagine that kind of responsibility, knowing he was a better person than her for dealing with it. Had it been her parents that had egged her into a family business, she wouldn’t have been nearly as nice or as willing. 

… She doubted that she would have broken his heart in the process.

Elodie sipped on her coffee, simply listening to Kaz while he spoke and attempting to find some kind of way to continue the conversation. She wasn’t completely at ease with his presence but it still held a familiar calming effect on her even throughout the years. She only nodded as he explained that the phone call had been regarding business. What could she say otherwise? That she hoped it hadn’t been a girlfriend calling to check on him… or a wife? It made her sound desperate and there wasn’t any way in hell that she would fall back into a relationship with Kaz. With that in mind, her blue eyes flickered back up as the man spoke of Macon and noticed the rueful, reminiscent tone in his voice.

Macon had always been a well-kept town. It didn’t hold a candle to Savannah with its squares and boutiques, but it was a Southern jewel that still remained relatively rural. Technology had found its way to the town with a bit of resistance, though the residents seemed to have adapted eventually. The main street still held cherry trees between lanes of traffic and old, civil war storefronts that lined each side. It had expanded outwards, with poor communities and bad neighborhoods like any other city, but she still loved it. It was difficult to see the changes when she’d lived there all her life, after all.  “You know how proud we are,” Ellie said quietly, taking another drink of coffee and looking into the beige colored liquid. 

One eyebrow quirked as Kaz started again, seemingly nervous about whatever statement or request he’d began to say. Surprise rolled over Ellie, followed by a cold calm that washed over her. Her eyes ran over his features, seeing nothing there but sincerity. The vet’s fingers curled over the mug a bit more tightly as she fought to tamper down rage that began to build in her. 

He expected just to walk back into town, and into her life, almost as if nothing had happened? Ellie stayed quiet as she surveyed him, wanting him to squirm for a moment. There wasn’t any reason she should refuse, considering she was single and probably had nothing to do on a cold, Sunday evening. Tyler would be around but it was completely possible he would be at the station with the new murder case. Elodie fought the memories of the slightly decomposed body lying in the dead, brown field…

“l’Tuscani?” she asked, taking another casual sip of her coffee. “It is classy. Provided you get a reservation, I won’t mind joining you for dinner.” She didn’t know about walking along the streets like they had as teenagers or the talking part. Elodie kept those thoughts to herself, knowing it would do nothing but likely hurt Kaz. He was being friendly and he’d said he wanted as much at the swing. She’d agreed tentatively, but in a way that she thought he wouldn’t act on and simply forget. It didn’t seem like that was going to happen and she guessed that she was partially to blame. 

She shouldn’t have taken so much comfort in his presence. This was her fault, and now she had to deal with the consequences. “Just talk?” Ellie asked after a moment, keeping one brow raised. “That’s the best you can do, Kaz Ujohiri?” Perhaps flirtation would ease her troubled mind and make conversation a bit easier between them. She’d become prolific, even though Elodie hated to admit it. Years and years of short and failed relationships had helped her develop her proficiency, something she hadn’t exactly been an expert at when they were younger. “Sure. Wine and dine me. We’ll see where it gets you.”

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