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Nadia stood beside her bags in silence as she watched her parents and two younger brothers drive away. She never took her eyes off the silver Camry until it went around the corner and was hidden by the wall of trees. She looked around at the exterior of her new home and was filled with a deep sadness, her mother may have been telling her that everything was going to be alright but the sorrow that Nadia felt in her words told her that may very well be the last time she saw her family again. A tear rolled down his soft white cheek and dropped from her chin leaving a small dot of moisture on her white dress.

The white cement steps although warming still made this 'school' look more like a dungeon then a place worth inhabiting. The adults may have thought she was too young to know but no one could keep what was really happening from her senses, the world was going to shit and it was Nadia and the others like her that they were depending on to restore order again.

After a long and over emphasized sigh Nadia bent at her knees to collect her bags, she certainly wasn't going to be winning any popularity contests with her hand-me-down ratted luggage. They were strands away from busting at the seams but it was the only thing she had that would remind her of the home she was leaving behind. Nadia, despite coming from a small Scandinavian home, was one of the most cheerful and kind hearted children around. It was a rare occasion for her to complain about the hand that had been dealt with her, she kept her fathers 'make the best of everything' attitude, and with that returned that Sunday morning sunrise smile to her face before making her way up the stairs and into the building.

Nadia grabbed her papers from her backpack and carefully looked them over as she had done time and time before room numer 301, room number 301, she wanted to make sure that it was engraved in her brain, getting lost in a place like this could be dangerous or worse lethal. After examining the layout of the building from the map posted on one of the walls Nadia made her way down the hall in search of her dorm room, if she knew her parents they had requested for her to have a single room, and if there was a way then it would be what she would have.

301

When she reached her room she carefully opened it and examined it thoroughly, leaving no crevasse or crack to imagination. She was a careful sole and with good reason, there was no way to tell what type of people she would be living with here and until she was able to get close enough to them she would never know. After she was comfortable that the room was secured she unzipped the largest of her cases, inside held all of her in-scents, candles and soothing items. It was the things pack in this case that were the most important of all her things, they were the few belongings she had that could help to calm her senses when she went into a sensory overload. Her mother had been sure to send a detailed list of exactly what to do should an over load occur:
To Whom It May Concern,
As my daughter, Nadia Snow, is sensory hypersensitive a situation in which she goes into a sensory overload may occur. Should this take place it is extremely important that she be taken to her room, there is a red clothed table with a variety of things atop of it. This is crucial to her recovery and must be followed to the exactness of how it is stated,
Step one, and this is the most important, she must be laid ontop of the 'white' goose feather blanket. Make sure her entire body it touching it and not even a fingernail is touching something else.
Step two, there is a small bottle with a bottle dropper labeled 'phenique' drop two droplets on either temple and rub simultaneously until dissolved.
Step three, light the three candles in order by color, white, red then black.
Step four, burn the sage and circle it completely around her, this will help to dim her sense, temporarily.
She should return to her normal states somewhere between an hour to a week, should the process take longer than 24 hours repeat steps 2-4 upon each 24th hour.
Much appreciated,
Cecilia Snow

Nadia laughed at the thought of her mother as she sat there typing that letter to the school, "They need to be sure so they can take care of my baby half as good as I can." She shook her head with a smile, her mother had always been very concerned for her children, it was almost as though if anyone were to get involved then they would mess up all the work that she had put into raising them. But then again, both her parents were careful people, that was probably where she learned to be so careful herself.

Carefully Nadia unfolded the table from her bag and covered it with the red velvet cloth, she carefully set each item in the order they would have to be used and in a mantilla envelope an extra set of instruction should the first be destroyed, she put the third set in-between her mattress. Nadia was a neat teenager unlike most she had come to know in her old school, most children her age were sloppy and careless where Nadia was careful and cautious, everything needed to be in perfect unison and order. Beneath her stand in a small lock drawer she placed her personal items, a silver brush and matching mirror, her tooth brush and a few cosmetic items.

The next thing she unpacked was her bed set, sure she could have slept on the plain white, vinyl feeling sheets they had already laid out for her but where was the fun in that. She neatly peeled back the sheets that were in place and folded them, setting them carefully in the bottom of her closet. The sheets she had brought with her were a sky blue, the had soft pinstripes and a high thread count making them soft to the touch, it was one of the few things she had been able to really splurge on. She held them to her face breathing in the smells from home, the sweet aroma of sage and honey suckle before strategically fitting them over her mattress and smoothing them out with her hands. Next she grabbed her matching comforter, the only difference between them was it was two shades darker and it had small embellishments the made collections of fabrics across the cover. Finally she grabbed her four pillows and two decorative pillows, already she could feel herself relaxing.

After hanging her single curtain and hanging the large painted photo of her family above her bed her room already began feeling like home. The last thing she unpacked was her clothing, it would take her the least amount of time because all she had were five white dresses, two pairs of white flowing night gowns two pairs of jeans that had been handed down from her mother, a green sweater and a grey t-shirt, the rest were her undergarments and three pairs of shoes... White sandals, white sneakers and white slippers. Nadia could never understand why it was so important for her to be dressed in white, but it was what she had done all her life and she wasn't about to start questioning it now.

Sample 2

It was the small pitter patter of tiny feet running a crossed the wooden floors that awoke Dominic, knowing exactly to whom they belong he kept very quiet. When the small girl was close enough he lunged open his arms scooping her up while she let out a scream followed by a laugh, those were the mornings he lived for. He attacked her with endless kisses, tickling her with the scruff on his unshaven face. "Don't you know you can't sneak up on your dad? Where's your mother, is she downstairs?"

"Yes daddy, a package came for you."

"A package huh?"

"Ya"

"A package?" Dominic grabbed the little girl again and rolled her to Audrey's side of the bed so that he could roll ontop of her and began tickling her again while she kicked her feet and wailed her arms about, "A package you say?!"

"Yes!" the young girl yelled in between booms of laughter.

Finally he stopped, "Okay!" He smiled and kissed her forehead, "Go get breakfast and tell your mom I'll be down soon")

Once the girl ran out of the room Dominic stretch himself, he had always slept naked since he was a teen so he walked from his bed into the bathroom and started the shower. The mirror was still slightly fogged from Audrey's shower so he used a hand towel and wiped it clean. He carefully brushed his teeth concentration on each individual tooth before flossing and rinsing with mouth wash. Rubbing the scruff on his face Dom debating weather he would shave today or not. Deciding it would only aggravate him he grabbed his straight razor and shave cream and carefully ran it down his skin until all the hair was gone.

He let out a soft moan as the hot water beaded down his body in the shower, tilting his head back he used his hands to push the water down his hair and opened his mouth. Water splattered on his tongue but he let it drip from his mouth, this was the place he could do most of his thinking, it was the time when there wasn't anything else to worry about, a time for peace.

When he was finished he wrapped the white towel around his waist, the initials DR hanging above his knee and staggered to his closet. All this suits were pressed and aligned, his shirts were color coated and his pants followed suit. He grabbed a white v neck from the small oak drawer and pulled it over his head before slipping into a pair or red silk boxers. Next he wrapped the garters around his calfs clipping his dress socks before pulling into a pair of tan pants. Once he buttoned his white dress shirt he clipped the sleeves with the diamond cufflinks Audrey had gotten him for Christians. The next thing he out on was his double breasted harness that held his .45 and 9mm and after tieing his favorite black tie into a double Windsor, smoothed his tan suit jacket over himself. He slicked back his hair with gel in the mirror and spritzed himself with cologne before making his way to the kitchen.

"I swear you get more beautiful each day Mrs. Rivera"

Sample 3

Summer smiled at Gabes embarrassment, his personality didn't really fit his appearance. He was actually quite gentleman like. Once in her room she took a glance around, it was much smaller then what she was used to but it was a place she could call hers. She closed the door and began to unpack. Opening the closet door she sighed, "That's hardly a shoe closet!"

Deciding she would need to get herself a few more things she unpacked her dresses which quickly filled the closet space and grabbed her purse. She had made quite a bit at her last photo shoot so a shopping spree was more than in order. A smile crossed her face, shopping was probably her favorite thing to do.

She practically skipped out of her room and down the hall, once she made it to the front door she called out to Gabe, "I'm headed to the store to grab a few things, I'll be back soon!"

She was about to leave but then it hit her, she wasn't in her secured building back home, she was living in a home with someone or someone's she didn't know, she ran back to her bedroom door, "Forgot my uhh, keys!"

She slapped her hand over her face, she was a terrible liar. Closing the door she locked it and giggled the handle to be sure. Once she was done she made her way back to the front and out.

Summer drove the Silver camaro her parents had gotten her for her birthday last year, she was used to having the newest vehicle every year but if she was going to leave that world behind then she would have to get used to driving the same car as well. Having parked it with the front end towards the road all she had to do was put it into first to drive off. She remembered the day her father how to drive a standard, he kept insuring her that it was a family tradition and she would pick it up with ease, after stalling three times and almost popping the clutch she was driving like a pro.

At the store Summer insisted on grabbing six sales associates to help her with her large purchase, an oak four post bed with matching side tables, dresser, wardrobe, mirror and vanity, a white cotton bedstead with a down comforter and matching pillows, an arrangement of decorative pillows, curtains and a large standing jewelry box. After cashing out she over paid the loaders to bring it to her home right away and set it all up for her. A smile crossed her face when they agreed and followed behind her back to the house.

"Just put it in room number 2 for me will you, and please be careful as to not ding anything. " she handed them her key and then walked into the living room.

"This place could really use a woman's touch" she smiled towards Gabe.

Sample 4

When Stephanie woke up her head was throbbing, it felt as though she had been heavily drinking the night before. Grabbing it she stood up and looked around' where the fuck am I? Nothing in the room looked familiar to her. She stumbled around the room, trying to grab her balance. When she couldn't she fell to the floor, what's happening?

Stephanie attempted once more to rise to her feet but had no such luck, her head was pounding, it was affecting her balance and possibly even her eyesight. "Jeremy, I need your help" she called out to her best friend.

She had been spending time with him lastnight for his birthday, they went to their favorite club and had a few beers, nothing that would have made her feel like this. She remembered getting ready at Jeremy's apartment, it was a costume party and she'd chosen to go as Minnie Mouse, Jeremy was a cop. She remembered taking the cab to the club and dancing, she could remember most of the night. She tried to remember how shed gotten here, but the memory had somehow escaped her, how much did I drink?

Deciding Jeremy must still be passed out somewhere she again tried rising to her feet, this time more successfully. She continued holding her head while she used her free arm for balance against the wall, making her way to the door. When she finally made it she opened it and stumbled out into what appeared to be a hallway, where am I?

Stephanie continued making her way down the hallway until she found a large open area, there were four chairs facing one another in a square and a large tv mounted on the wall, other than that the room was seemingly empty, "Jeremy this isn't funny where are you?" she tried again.

Beginning to feel dizzy Stephanie made her way to one of the chairs and sat down, her head was now not just pounding but it was spinning as well, she closed her eyes trying to gather herself.

Sample 5

Dominic after getting a kiss from his wife swiped the package off the counter and examined it while pouring himself a cup of coffee, it didn't have any writing on it other than his name and address, he flipped it over but it was perfectly sealed. "Not today baby, daddy has an early meeting for work, but I'll be picking you up later from daycare so that will be fun right?"

After sipping he coffee he set it down on the table beside his plate and picked up the daily news paper and scooped a mouthful of egg into his mouth. He could hear the children around him giggling and laughing but the minute he began reading the paper the rest of world around him began to fade away, he was always checking to make sure no one in the family made head news, or the obituaries.

An news broadcast from the tv caught his eye:
'LOCAL POLICE OFFICER FOUND DEAD IN DITCH'
Tradgedy hits home after local police officer George Lupez was found dead today in a ditch on the side of 125, reports idicate that Lupez was shot 7 times before being dragged to the ditch where he bled death, with no evidence showing- Dominic shut off the tv completely, it was probably just another one of Giovanni's boys making sure everyone knew they were still there.

Chewing on the last piece of bacon Dominic looked up to find he was the only one left at the table, "Go to the movies without them. What do you think?" Was all he heard, "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea"

Suddenly the loud cry of, 'NOO DONT GO WITHOUT US' meant the children were no longer hiding anymore. "Come give daddy a kiss he has to go to work." He gave each of the children three kisses before standing to kiss his wife, when the children began to complain he raised a hand and they knew to keep quiet. He gave his wife a long embrace before taking one last sip from his coffee and grabbing the package from the table.

His briefcase was neatly tucked by the front door underneath the place where all the keys were held and adjacent to the jackets. He pulled his trench coat around him, wrapped a sweater around his neck and grabbed his things before making his way out the door. He made it all the way to the car before swinging back around, Audrey was waiting by the door holding his cell phone, "What would I do with out you baby." He said before kissing her once again and yelling his goodbyes to the kids.

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Matthew, after having changed into his spandex, gym shorts and gloves, carefully wrapped the pads up to his arms. The only time he strapped up in them was when Kahn was going to knock him around in one of the arenas. It was all apart of the training process, a well defined fighter had to know how to give, and receive a massive beating. He stood, leaning against one of the sinks before inserting his mouth piece and staring at himself in the mirror. You are a warrior, you are a beast, you are UFC. It was the same thing every day, those eleven words were his motivation, his power to push through all the bullshit that came along with being a fighter.

Pushing himself away from the counter he tilted his head back and forth and shrugged his shoulder all the way down to his body, shaking loose any negativity that had built up. He then began to jog in place, slow at first with a rising pace until his knees were practically smacking into his jaw. He was ready.

Out on the floor Matthew made his way to his trainer, it had always been Rob that pushed him to work harder, train longer, it was Rob that had single handedly made him just the fighter he was. It was to that man that he owed his success. They had even opened their own MMA Academy which they named Gracie Tampa South. The two of them, Sullivan and Kahn, were one hell of a force to be reckoned with. It had always been Kahn who was there through every win and every loss, each rise and fall as Sullivan worked his way to the ultimate goal. It was even Kahn who had been Matt’s best man at his and Chelsea’s wedding.

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There he was, standing there with that same boyish grin he’d had the first day the two had done this exercise, years later, he still loved kicking the shit out of Sullivan. Matthew stopped, “Alright, I know I was late but take it easy, I know where that look gets me.”
Rob continued standing there, that smirk plastered on his face like a teenage boy whom had just lost his virginity. “Maybe now you won’t be late Matt, come on over here.”
Smiling Matthew made his way over to the man, lifting his arm in a taunting sort of way, “Alright old man hit me with your be-”
He didn’t have
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When Ari had eaten the last drop of food from his plate he sat back against the leather covered bench seat and placed on of his hands over his stomach, surely that will keep you at bay He was laughing to himself when the brunette approached him to clear the table and hand him his check. (

Ari was making his way quickly to the woods when he was bumped, chest to chest, with a brunette woman. "Oh geez, sorry I wasn't paying to much attention to where I was going" He looked up at the female, she was giving him the same look that many females that age gave him, you wouldn't be looking at me like that if you'd run into me in about 10 minutes from now he thought to himself as she struggled to make words. "I'm sorry again, I hope I didn't hurt you or anything"

Ari looked at the girl in complete silence until the blonde she had been walking with tugged her hand, pulling her away from him. He shook his head and checked his watch 5:54pm Beginning to worry that he wouldn't make it Ari started to jog, hitting more people, even knocking one over, as he went. It had been 5 months since he transitioned in front of other humans, a mistake he never wanted to make again. Ari could still hear the screams of horror and the distinct smell of human blood. He remembered waking up, naked and covered in the blood of his victims who's parts had been scattered all around him. Not even the pills he took could numb the memories.

When he finally reached the edge of the woods it was 5:58, he was running out of time. He looked up to the sky, the moon and sun were still present. He began to run, run as fast as he could, as fast and as far away from the other humans as possible. With every step he felt his breathing get deeper and more rapid, the transition was approaching...

As the day struck six Ari threw his head back towards the sky, he's knees buckeled beneath him and he fell to the ground, he still wasn't far enough. Breathing labored and body weak from the shifting Ari grabbed at the trees for support and trudge deeper and deeper to be further from the city. He had only made it about ten paces before his clothing began to rip and he was standing, not on two feet, but four. His long tail stretched out behind him and his mane fell around his face. The last thing to turn was his eyes, they widened before splitting and turning yellow, he was... The beast


Mistaken Love

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(I would actually link it but the computer I
m on wont allow me to do that.. It's FireFox)

Name: Craig Staples
Age: 24
Likes: Craig has always been huge into culinary, it was something that he wanted to make a career out of. Owning his own restaurant was all he has wanted since he was a small child. He also loves women, of all shapes and sizes, slender, curvy, petite, tall,, just women in general and everything about them; the way they smell, the clothes the way, their perfectly pedicured and manicured nails, if it's a woman it's for him.
Dislikes: Craig, although well known for being with multiple women at a time, is a very jealous man. He hates to know that the women he are having relations with are having relations with other males, even simple and innocent things, like a date, are enough to send the 24 year old off his rocker.
Bio: Craig was born in Boston Massachusetts to mother, Helen and father Randy Staples. When he was small his parents split up, he remembered that they used to fight a lot, his father was a drunken writer and his mother was heavy into drugs. One night after his father knocked out seven of his mother teeth he packed up Craig and his five siblings and left. He spent the next 16 years of his life being told that his mother had abandoned him, that she didn't want him. He was even told from time to time that his mother was coming back for his siblings but would leave him behind because she hated him. When Craig was 12 he developed a stutter, his father tantalized him for it, calling him stupid and worthless.
As time went on, things with his father grew increasingly worse, he had started using cocaine because his book was failing and relied on Craig and the other older siblings to earn money in order to pay for his drug addiction. Although there were many bad times there were also some good times too, after selling their house Craig's father took all of them to Disney and gave them each $1000 spending money. That was the best week of Craig's childhood, but it was short lived. As soon as they returned home his father went back to his nasty habits, drinking, snorting and beating. He was bitter man for unknown reasons to Craig and his siblings.
It didn't take long before he turned them against one another, they started to fight with each other, or turn on one another to avoid a beating... They began drifting apart. His father even started getting his older brother hooked onto cocaine as well. The lived this way for years, jumping from house to house, one hotel to the next. But finally they started getting out. As his brother rounded 21 he left, he got into his contact with his mother who had since cleaned her life around and he left. A few short years later Craig followed suit, he left and started the path to turning his life around.
Sample Post: Craig stretched in his king sized bed, each of his arms hit the women who had spent the night with him and the boyish smile crept onto his face. Bits of last night flowed back to his memory, the red head to his left standing on his bar in the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey handling it the way she said she was going to handle him, he watched with crimson eyes as she slid the bottle in and out of her mouth slowly, running her tongue around the the cap before the other tall blonde stole his attention with a long, wet, succulent kiss. He could remember the taste of them as they both slide their soft tongues in and out of his mouth in unison, the feel of their bodies pressing against him with lust and desire. That simple need they had to please him. He looked to either side of him as the naked woman stirred about and looked up to the mirror that hung above his four post bed.

He was envied by all men who knew him, it wasn't rare that he would be sought to for advice on stealing the hearts, or loins of women. If truth be told Craig himself had no idea why the women swooned to him like they did. Sure he was good looking, he was tall, built, his hair always gelled perfectly a top his head and hazel eyes that pierced through you like a knife. He carried himself like he owned the world, with a confidence that radiated around him.

He was also successful, he had started at the bottom of a world wide corporation pushing mail until one day the CEO noticed his talent and close attention to detail and worked him up the corporate ladder to president of the company. He worked side by side with the CEO over looking any and every financial or executive descision. It was his sudden success that made him all the more popular with women, they loved him, and if they weren't then they were dreaming of loving him.

Finally he used his arm to push the naked red head so that he could climb out of bed and stretch his legs across the light wooden floors to his private bathroom. The red headed responded with a groan, but sluggishly sat up so that Craig could slide behind her. As soon as he was out of bed she flopped herself back down on the goose pillows and curled back up to slumber. Watching her Craig couldn't help but chuckle like a school boy as he watched her breasts jiggle in such a way with the flopping.

Running his fingers threw his dirty blonde hair Craig yawned as he slowly dragged his feet across the floor towards his bathroom. He passed by the large floor to wall window that over looked the city, but even in his naked, and still slightly drunken state he leaned against it with one hand, scratching himself indecently before it, for all the city to see should they look up.

He sat there for a moment or two before dropping his arm as it dangled and moved his shoulder with it. He slugged back with two, lazy steps and continued his journey into the bathroom, the light of the sun making shadows on his face.

The light in his bathroom flooded his eyes, causing him to squint and put a hand over them "Jesus Christ thats fucking bright!" he waved his arms about the air as if fighting with the light before finally surrendering and turning them off completely, "You win, fuck" Standing over the porcelin toilet he held himself steady as a stream of urine splattered into it "Ohh fuck" he groaned. When the stream came to an end he shook the stray drops and slammed his hand down on the lever that emptied the bowl. Still feeling sluggish he leaned against the tile wall and turned on the eight shower heads that lined the wall of his large 'party' style shower.

Craig opened his mouth slightly, letting the hot water drip down his face and into his mouth, he let out a quiet groan before using his hands to push the bead of water back and down his hair. Admittedly showering was probably one of Craig's most favorite times of the day, it was during those brief 10-15 minutes of quiet bliss that he was able to void his mind of whatever was going on and just be himself. It was the time that he didn't have to spend his brain cells worrying about numbers or pie charts, the time he didn't have to worry about women, or sex, a time he didn't have to worry about anything. A smile crossed his lips as the water continued in a steady stream dripping from his forhead down to his toes.

Stepping onto the granite Craig cursed not having spent the extra money to heat the floors, he wrapped one of the white towels initialed CRS around his waist. His head was feeling less cloudy so he flicked the lights back on in the room as the flooded it and gazed at himself in the mirror. He was running his fingers over his face when he heard a stumble coming from the bedroom, the girls are up.

Moments later Craig was greated by the two naked females as they leaned against either side of the door frames,"Some party lastnight Craig, did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah Craig, did you enjoy yourself? I know we did." The two females giggled before running their hands over one another in an attempt to seduce him.

Well theres a samlpe... Don't want to give it all away.

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Frank Birch is a good willed but headstrong woodsman with a love for nature and his modest cabin in the mountains. There are few things he loves more than a cool winter breeze and a trout on the end of his line. But all of that changed when the infection hit... he lost his family, his friends and his home. Overcame by fear and guilt for surviving he nearly drank himself to death. Now he travels the roads and cities looking for places to loot, people to help and zombies to kill... forever chasing a dream of revenge that will never be fulfilled. He's a skilled hunter and survivalist and few can out shoot him with a hunting rifle but he doubts himself a little to much which often sets himself up for failure. He wasn't always like that though, he was as confident as he could be after he left high school. He didn't hesitate to join the miltary and get a spot as a scout sniper in the marines but after he served his four years he had had enough, and returned home to be with his loved ones. He had trouble adjusting to the world again and found it difficult to talk to people who didn't understand what he went through.

Mistaken Love

http://fashionablethings.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Channing-Tatum.jpg
(I would actually link it but the computer I
m on wont allow me to do that.. It's FireFox)

Name: Craig Staples
Age: 24
Likes: Craig has always been huge into culinary, it was something that he wanted to make a career out of. Owning his own restaurant was all he has wanted since he was a small child. He also loves women, of all shapes and sizes, slender, curvy, petite, tall,, just women in general and everything about them; the way they smell, the clothes the way, their perfectly pedicured and manicured nails, if it's a woman it's for him.
Dislikes: Craig, although well known for being with multiple women at a time, is a very jealous man. He hates to know that the women he are having relations with are having relations with other males, even simple and innocent things, like a date, are enough to send the 24 year old off his rocker.
Bio: Craig was born in Boston Massachusetts to mother, Helen and father Randy Staples. When he was small his parents split up, he remembered that they used to fight a lot, his father was a drunken writer and his mother was heavy into drugs. One night after his father knocked out seven of his mother teeth he packed up Craig and his five siblings and left. He spent the next 16 years of his life being told that his mother had abandoned him, that she didn't want him. He was even told from time to time that his mother was coming back for his siblings but would leave him behind because she hated him. When Craig was 12 he developed a stutter, his father tantalized him for it, calling him stupid and worthless.
As time went on, things with his father grew increasingly worse, he had started using cocaine because his book was failing and relied on Craig and the other older siblings to earn money in order to pay for his drug addiction. Although there were many bad times there were also some good times too, after selling their house Craig's father took all of them to Disney and gave them each $1000 spending money. That was the best week of Craig's childhood, but it was short lived. As soon as they returned home his father went back to his nasty habits, drinking, snorting and beating. He was bitter man for unknown reasons to Craig and his siblings.
It didn't take long before he turned them against one another, they started to fight with each other, or turn on one another to avoid a beating... They began drifting apart. His father even started getting his older brother hooked onto cocaine as well. The lived this way for years, jumping from house to house, one hotel to the next. But finally they started getting out. As his brother rounded 21 he left, he got into his contact with his mother who had since cleaned her life around and he left. A few short years later Craig followed suit, he left and started the path to turning his life around.
Sample Post: Craig stretched in his king sized bed, each of his arms hit the women who had spent the night with him and the boyish smile crept onto his face. Bits of last night flowed back to his memory, the red head to his left standing on his bar in the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey handling it the way she said she was going to handle him, he watched with crimson eyes as she slid the bottle in and out of her mouth slowly, running her tongue around the the cap before the other tall blonde stole his attention with a long, wet, succulent kiss. He could remember the taste of them as they both slide their soft tongues in and out of his mouth in unison, the feel of their bodies pressing against him with lust and desire. That simple need they had to please him. He looked to either side of him as the naked woman stirred about and looked up to the mirror that hung above his four post bed.

He was envied by all men who knew him, it wasn't rare that he would be sought to for advice on stealing the hearts, or loins of women. If truth be told Craig himself had no idea why the women swooned to him like they did. Sure he was good looking, he was tall, built, his hair always gelled perfectly a top his head and hazel eyes that pierced through you like a knife. He carried himself like he owned the world, with a confidence that radiated around him.

He was also successful, he had started at the bottom of a world wide corporation pushing mail until one day the CEO noticed his talent and close attention to detail and worked him up the corporate ladder to president of the company. He worked side by side with the CEO over looking any and every financial or executive descision. It was his sudden success that made him all the more popular with women, they loved him, and if they weren't then they were dreaming of loving him.

Finally he used his arm to push the naked red head so that he could climb out of bed and stretch his legs across the light wooden floors to his private bathroom. The red headed responded with a groan, but sluggishly sat up so that Craig could slide behind her. As soon as he was out of bed she flopped herself back down on the goose pillows and curled back up to slumber. Watching her Craig couldn't help but chuckle like a school boy as he watched her breasts jiggle in such a way with the flopping.

Running his fingers threw his dirty blonde hair Craig yawned as he slowly dragged his feet across the floor towards his bathroom. He passed by the large floor to wall window that over looked the city, but even in his naked, and still slightly drunken state he leaned against it with one hand, scratching himself indecently before it, for all the city to see should they look up.

He sat there for a moment or two before dropping his arm as it dangled and moved his shoulder with it. He slugged back with two, lazy steps and continued his journey into the bathroom, the light of the sun making shadows on his face.

The light in his bathroom flooded his eyes, causing him to squint and put a hand over them "Jesus Christ thats fucking bright!" he waved his arms about the air as if fighting with the light before finally surrendering and turning them off completely, "You win, fuck" Standing over the porcelin toilet he held himself steady as a stream of urine splattered into it "Ohh fuck" he groaned. When the stream came to an end he shook the stray drops and slammed his hand down on the lever that emptied the bowl. Still feeling sluggish he leaned against the tile wall and turned on the eight shower heads that lined the wall of his large 'party' style shower.

Craig opened his mouth slightly, letting the hot water drip down his face and into his mouth, he let out a quiet groan before using his hands to push the bead of water back and down his hair. Admittedly showering was probably one of Craig's most favorite times of the day, it was during those brief 10-15 minutes of quiet bliss that he was able to void his mind of whatever was going on and just be himself. It was the time that he didn't have to spend his brain cells worrying about numbers or pie charts, the time he didn't have to worry about women, or sex, a time he didn't have to worry about anything. A smile crossed his lips as the water continued in a steady stream dripping from his forhead down to his toes.

Stepping onto the granite Craig cursed not having spent the extra money to heat the floors, he wrapped one of the white towels initialed CRS around his waist. His head was feeling less cloudy so he flicked the lights back on in the room as the flooded it and gazed at himself in the mirror. He was running his fingers over his face when he heard a stumble coming from the bedroom, the girls are up.

Moments later Craig was greated by the two naked females as they leaned against either side of the door frames,"Some party lastnight Craig, did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah Craig, did you enjoy yourself? I know we did." The two females giggled before running their hands over one another in an attempt to seduce him.
"Sorry ladies, but play times over, I've got to go to work. Now that your both up though you really need to get going, I've got to be out of here in like 5 minutes." They looked at him with disbelief until he ushered them with both hands out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Okay, there you are… I hope you like it, but I must admit, normally Im a 1500-3000 character role-player, but I am hoping you’ll still give me a chance.
  MamaStapes / 6y 138d 15h 14m 42s
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