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Current Hi friends, I’ve messaged those who I’ve been role playing with. I may be gone for maybe another month? I’m struggling with irl issues and it’s haulted my writing. Many apologies. ):
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4 yrs ago
Hi friends, I’ve messaged those who I’ve been role playing with. I may be gone for maybe another month? I’m struggling with irl issues and it’s haunted my writing. Many apologies. ):
4 yrs ago
Hey guys! I'm getting replies out shortly, just struggling with writing and connecting to characters right now. Thanks for your patience.
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4 yrs ago
Replies coming soon!
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4 yrs ago
I’m still here, doing a lot of cleaning.
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Disappointment filled in the girl's chest and welled into her throat. Immediately her lips were in a tight frown, her cheeks puffing out into a pout. It was the expression she always unintentionally took on when she was disappointed or didn't get her way. Olivia wasn't necessarily spoiled but when she was looking forward to a promise being fulfilled it was always a let down when she didn't get what was promised to her. She was glowering at her brother when Steve spoke up. Fortunately for Ethan, Olivia had missed the silent plead for help that he had sent to his roommate who was handling the situation a lot better than he would have.

Ethan wasn't short-tempered but more so short of patience. Handling an argument with Olivia was not on his agenda right now as the blonde could be rather...persistant. As Steve spoke Olivia's features softened, her cheeks deflating as her hazel eyes settled on him. She took his words into consideration, her eyes lowering, lashes fluttering as she nodded her head, completely missing the glance Steve and her brother shared. Her eyes had moved back to Steve when he finished. Her expression completely dissolved into one of submission. Letting out a sigh, she turned from the two men and headed up the stairs without a word. God, why does Steve have to be such a cinnamon roll. She blushingly thought to herself, finding it hard to argue with the man after his well-spoken words of reason and smile.

Ethan's shoulders relaxed as he mouthed a silent 'thank you' to his roommate. The man was truly a lifesaver in more ways than one and Ethan was going to owe Steve big time when all was said and done. If anything he owed him a drink, or two, for that matter. Ethan followed his sister up the stairs to their apartment mentally noting that he also needed to take a page from Steve's book in how to carefully diffuse pouty teens.

Setting down the last two boxes into what as now Olivia's room, rather than the two men's makeshift office, was a like a huge weight lifted off of his shoulders. Running a hand through his mousy brown hair that was nearly falling into his eyes now that he was close to being due for a hair cut, he went to go slump into the couch in the living room but, it seemed that Olivia already had the idea to do so before him. The blonde was sprawled out on the sofa on her stomach, taking up most of the cushions. Ethan sighed, instead deciding he needed something to drink.

Two sodas in hand, one for himself and one for his sister, he made a move to take up a spot on the couch by placing a cold soda can against the back of his sister's leg that wasn't covered by her denim shorts. Olivia jerked, immediately moving to sit up on the couch, "What the hell?" She asked throwing a playful smack toward Ethan before taking the offending soda from his hand.

"You were taking up too much room on the couch, I saw an opening and took it." Ethan said simply, sinking down into the couch and opening the soda.
Hadley nodded. Chloe had every right to be angry, after all he did keep something rather important from her. They had gotten close during their time in Mexico but he wondered if a full explination would really clear the air between them. Hadley knew better, he knows that whatever is between them or was between them, it may slip between his fingers like sand. Not that she was something he was truly ment to have in the first place.

Yet here he was, testing that rational and there she was doing the same. "Y-yeah." He cleared his throat, regaining his composure quickly, "Yes, you should." It would be wise that she did. Right now he had drug this young woman unknowingly into an affair and the last thing he wanted to do was compromise both of their statuses and the University. Hadley stepped back to give Chloe her space. He had nearly forgotten he had positioned her against his desk as though he really could have had her in this setting. What the hell was he doing?

Hadley was smoothing out his grey vest and the white button-up shirt's sleeves when she suggested they talk at some point. He looked up at her, hazel eyes looking for any sort of uneasiness about her person. Yet she seemed like her usual self, always curious. The corner of his lips turned upward into a smile, "If you're willing to hear me out then, anything you wish." At that point, Hadley was telling her his cell phone number, just so they could be in contact for the discussion they would soon be having.

"We can meet over coffee, or dinner, just call me when you're ready." Hadley wanted to leave things on her terms. Ultimately he was giving her the choice to either decide that he was the scum of the earth, an awful sleuth, or that he surely had good reason to be escaping his wife. It was up to her, whatever she decided he would respect.
Hadley expected a smack to the face from Chloe, not a kiss. Was she not angry with him? He'd seen it on her face, in her eyes. They were full of fire but he could tell there was uncertainty there and temptation. Hadley knew he had a lot of explaining to do but at this moment it could wait.

It was Hadley's own instincts and desire that influenced his next actions. He had kissed her back greedily, having missed the feeling of her lips against his own. This was wrong and dangerous but all reason had quickly left for the time being. His hands rested on her hips, his fingertips digging in and pulling her to him. Besides her whimsical personality, he'd missed her warmth the most, and how she felt pressed against him.

After a moment he'd broken their kiss only to turn them so he could push her up against the edge of his desk, thankfully nothing was on it except for his own bag of things, or else he was sure it would've been knocked off. "I've missed you." He said before entangling his fingers through soft blonde curls. That was the truth, he'd thought about her, dreamed about her but he never thought she'd be here in front of him like this again.
Yeah, it had been a long day for Steve. Or at least he was assuming by his answer anyway. Ethan closed his truck's tailgate and picked up the last two boxes off of the ground. His back was probably going to kill him tomorrow but that was something he would deal with later. Unlike his sister, he wasn't athletic. In high school he had been but in college and now with work he didn't have time to be but, he was still the same as he had been since high school, tall and slender with slight muscle tone. "Yeah, I know." Was Ethan's empathetic response, he knew how upper management tended to work, along with corporate as he was in the same position himself.

"Ah, well unless you can drive a manual, moving the truck would help. The keys are in it if you are insistent but this is the last load. We're okay for right now." The brother spoke while adjusting the boxes in his arms as he headed towards the steps with Olivia in front of him. It was then his roommate mentioned pizza. If Ethan could speak for both him and his sister he would say that they were both starving, or at least he was as his stomach was already in protest of not being fed.

"That would be wonderful, Steve." Olivia chimed in suddenly. Apparently, she too was enticed at the idea of pizza, or food in general. "Also, I want to park the truck Ethan. You said I could. I need the practice anyway."

Did he say that? An exasperated look crossed his features as he looked to his roommate for help. Olivia had been driving for a while now, and sure she could drive a manual but she was definitely not used to being in a tuck. God, why did women have to hold everyone and everything accountable for anything they'd ever promised. "Ahh, why don't you worry about unpacking your things and getting your bedroom set up? I'm sure you would want to have your bed arranged for tonight."

Smooth save.
Goofy as ever, maybe even more so. It almost made Hadley smile but then he refrained due to the reason he’d called her over. Hadley was hoping to explain himself and he was struggling to find the words to do so. He didn’t think he’d see her again even though he had dreamed he would just about every night since he’d left Mexico. He sill remembered the feel of her skin underneath his fingertips, her at his mercy.

Then, like a slap, she brought him back from his thoughts by addressing him as her professor that he was. God this was messy. Was it worth it? Yes, no question about that. “Distant and self absorbed.”

The words slipped out without hesitation but it was the truth none the less. “Look, it wasn’t my intention to lie to you in Mexico. I just didn’t expect to see you again. Not that I’m unhappy to see you again.” He offered a smile but it was strained and apologetic.
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In the midst of everything to start off the first day of class, Hadley, during attendance toward the end of the hour noticed a familiar name. One he didn't think he'd see in his class, though considering he had only known Chloe's first name he'd dared not to see if it was her. He couldn't, it surely wasn't possible so there was no point in looking for the girl who was in an alternate reality he'd left behind in Mexico. Though, he was proven to be wrong. At the end of his class as the students began to file out he caught a glimpse of blonde curls and tanned skin. Looking closer he saw that it was indeed Chloe.

Hadley couldn't believe it. A part of him almost called out to her, just like he would have in Mexico when they would run into each other. Luckily he had his wits about him, so it didn't happen. He wasn't in Mexico, he was home, in his actual life. She was his student, and he was married. It was apparent that Chloe was not happy to see him as she didn't care to look at him, let alone greet him. A part of him wondered if she was embarrassed. They had gotten close in Mexico, maybe too close. He knew better than to get close to her as he did but, he just couldn't help himself.

Even now he couldn't. "Chloe. A word?" He called out to her like a teacher would call out to a student. Not that she was in trouble but he did make it a point to seem like it wasn't something non-related to what he really wanted to speak to her about.
Mexico was only but a restful sleep with pleasant dreams for Hadley. Unfortunately the last week of Mexico was the alarm clock blaring in Hadley’s ears signaling for him to wake up. It was hard leaving Chloe behind without a word to her. She really was a charming girl, a girl that he could only dream of having by his side. The reality, however, was that he already had another by his side, another that he had chosen nearly two decades ago. Chloe could be nothing but a wistful desire in a vacation that was nothing but an alternate reality that would never collide to the one he lived in.

Or at least he’d thought.

Going back to his life as a husband and professor was like waking up with only a few hours of sleep, groggy and needing some substance to kick him back into gear. The cheerfulness and attention from his wife after being gone for so long did nothing to excite him. He knew her excitement of him being home would dwindle and she would return to her own life of luxury. Which quite honestly he detested. He wish she would slow down to his level but that was not in the forecast of their relationship anytime soon.

The first morning back to the University was more of a fresh breath of air than he had expected it to be. He had new faces in his class and some he didn’t recognize but he was quickly greeted by a crowd he had had the pleasure of educating before. They crowded him, asking him about the course, excited about the overview of the syllabus and the controversy around such subjects the literature they would be reading contained.

Before he had a moment to finish conversations he had to begin class, telling the students to get settled in. Once everyone was quiet and settled their full attention on Hadley he greeted the class.

“Good morning everyone, I hope you all have had an exciting summer.” He said as he was beginning to write out his name on the board at the center of the class room. “For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Hadley Foster. I prefer you address me as Professor or Mr. Foster.”

“I’m fairly laid back but I do expect the closest we humans can achieve to perfection. So, if you’re thinking on taking the challenge of writing an essay for me the night before, well quite frankly you’re not going to make it far in this class.”

At that point he went on to discuss the syllabus for that semester, trying to keep it mildly entertaining. “Please take the time to actually look over it, because if you ask me a question that you already have the answer to in front of you, I’m going to tell you to refer to your syllabus.”

“Or I’m going to start wearing the shirt my wife got me that says “it’s in the syllabus” if I get tired of repeating myself.” He said rather casually that made a couple chuckle and some sigh because they knew it to be true from previous classes.
Here his sister was, wanting to join the military when she graduates, giving up after hauling in boxes that didn't weigh any more than twenty pounds for an hour and a half. Not that he could say anything as his arms weren't too happy either but, he knew that she was going to be in for a rude awakening if she went into training with the same sort of giving up attitude once she'd reached her limit. Ethan decided to not push her, she wasn't in the sort of mood to handle playful jabs being thrown in her direction. It would be taken too seriously due to both of their mindsets. That and they were going up two half flights of stairs.

"Fine, fine." Ethan said, passing by her on the stairs once more. He had barely noticed that his roommate had just arrived home from work. It wasn't until he heard his voice did he realize that it was Steve. The guy was a good friend and a godsend. Honestly, if Steve would've been just any other friend or roommate, he would've really struggled with dealing with the apartment and working on preparing for Olivia to move in with them. Steve had done a lot for him this past month, he really didn't know how to thank him, except for maybe taking on more bills so Steve could go see his folks at some point. After everything that has happened with Ethan's family, he felt more obligated to push others into spending as much time with their family as they could and to not take a minute for granted.

Hearing the sound of footsteps other than her brother's coming toward her made Livie bring her head up. She looked at the man approaching, immediately knowing that it was her brother's college friend and roommate. They'd met before when their family would visit Ethan at college and then again at her brother's college graduation. God, her friends back home would fall out in the floor if they knew she was living with a recently graduated college guy along with her brother. It appeared that it took him a moment to realize who she was. Curious, she tilted her head at him wondering if she looked different now that she was older since she'd last saw him.

Pouty pink lips returned his smile as she then decided to stand, finding it improper to stay seated in a rather sprawled out state as she had been. "Hi Steve, been a minute." She shook her head no at his offer. "No way, you've done so much already. Besides, there's only one more trip left with Ethan and I." It was as if she suddenly wasn't exhausted anymore.

Footsteps came down the stairs behind her and she knew it was Ethan who followed with the sound of them. "Hey Steve, long day at work?" Living together with someone after a while you come to know their body language fairly well. Which was why Ethan asked, as he did he went to grab two more boxes from the back of his truck.

Ethan questioning the other man made Livie give Steve another once over. Perhaps she hadn't noticed when he first walked over to her but, now that her brother asked he did look like he could've had a long day at work. Then again she didn't know him all that well so he didn't look too much different than what she considered as normal.

"Livie, come grab these." Her brother had paused in his conversation with his roommate to regain her focus on the task at hand. Without a word she had left her new housemate's side to collect the two boxes on the tailgate Ethan had set out for her. They were heavier than the last few but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Despite her complaining about noodle arms, she wasn't the type of girl that was lithe with no muscle as most were her at her age.

No, Livie was the type of curvy that a woman in her twenties would be. It was due to her time in weight training at school and diet she'd been able to mold herself into her desired figure quiet early. However, she did it because she was preparing herself for her life after high school so she could actually pass a physical training test for the military without having to scrape by like some girls who went into training would.
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