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    Fetch has always been a bright bubbly young woman. She makes friends easily everywhere she goes and just adores being social and having fun. This of course means she's a heavy partier once she reaches the fabulous freedom of college, but she doesn't think anything of it. She loves living life, and always has. She had a relatively good childhood, with a working dad a stay at home mom and two younger siblings; they'd lived together in a four bedroom two bathroom home in the suburb of Naperville, Illinois until fetched moved out and headed to University in New York.


    Here, in college is where she meets your character at one of the many parties she's attended. Fetch and your character get drunk and have fun all night and end up starting to go out afterwards. They pair still attend a plethora of parties as the year wears on and soon enough your character gets Fetch into drugs, nothing serious at first, just some weed. The drugs quickly escalate though and within a year of being together Fetch and your character are full blown drug addicts. Your character sees what is happening and quickly quit cold turkey, going through the agony of with drawl is worth his health and the health of the love of his life. Fetch does quit along with him and for a while things are fine; the pair gets married and have a child together and everything is looking up for the small family when Fetch relapses, overdoses, and dies of heart failure, leaving your character alone with their infant.


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    So this isn't a rule really, but we'll start with when they meet at the party cx
    Fetch will die in the end, there's no way to avoid it
    Don't reply for like ten pages and then ditch, that's no cool
    No need to ask to join, just post a picture and a short bio and we can begin c:


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    Mind if I join? Though I have a question after fetch does does my character tried to raise the child and also meets someone or does it just end?

    He can meet somebody else if we decide we want to continue the RP, or we could just end it, or we could also RP just Father and daughter and the struggles and all that jazz for a bit cx It really depends on what we want to do when we get to that point.


    Toby was a fun loving guy, he hung out with his friends, partied, slept around here and there but it was all an illusion he was a scared boy. Scared that his past would catch up to him. He left home and never talked about it. He came from California, not just a normal family he was rich and not like the normal rich that got nice things and a nice house but I mean filthy rich were he has two houses in the same neighborhood just for the hell of it. His dad was never home nor was his mother and that's all he'd tell people about his family and he never told anyone he had money nor did he tell people his last name fearing they would know who he really was. To everyone he was a guy who came from Cali who raised himself and moved away. Simple as that. He never had anyone think other wise but his smile never reached his eyes and he never spent any time alone always needing to do something or be around someone and always keeping the mood light no drama needed.

    (Okay, I'll begin then!)


    Fetch is currently at the biggest, most awaited frat party of the year. She's not in the greek system but still manages to wiggle her way into their parties whenever she wants, she a rather persuasive young eoman. Ay yhe moment she is on the dance floor, she has her hands up in the air, one fist clenched a bottle of beer and the other simply raised high as she sways her hips smoothly to the invasive thumping of the music. Each move she makes is subtly seductive in it's own way and she absolutely exudes confidence in everything she does. She spies somebody standing across the room with a drink in his own hand, he looks rather drunk he's hot. She slowy makes her way towards him as she continues dancing and when she reaches him she sniles triumphantly to herself for a moment. She then looks up into the eyes of the male that she has approached and a little smirk paints it's way onto her lips. She brings her bottle to her lips and takes a swig as she wraps her free arm around his neck and pulls him down closer, "You wanna' dance, pretty boy?" She purrs into his ear once he's leaning down far enough for her to do so. Throughout this whole exchange she keeps her hips moving fluidly to the steady pounding beat of the blasting song.

    He took a swing of his beer his eyes on a girl dancing like it was her life line. She moved with graces as her hips moved to the beat of the music. He didn't realize he was staring for so long till he watched her walk over to him, he bit the inside of his cheek nervously, the alcohol giving him a buzz. He leave down as she came in front of him his eyes going over her face then her beautiful body which had all the curves in the right places. He grinned when she asked him to dance her breath tickling his neck. "Of course," he said taking her hand, the one free of beer and pulled er to the dance floor. He twirled her around once they were on the floor before he stopped her facing him. He moved his hips with the beat his hands barely touching her but his eyes were he watched her closesly his eyes never leavin her face not his smile. He was part of the frat boys this was one of his parties though he wasn't running this one, he refused to run the big parties too much work and you couldn't really get drink when you have to worry about if there's beer, ice, food and no one is getting drugged with E or ruffies.

    Fetch giggles softly as he spins her around and then she resukes dancing fluidly to the thumping beat. After a little bit she tosses her beer into one of the strategically placed trashcans before turning her back to him and continuing to seductive movement of her hips against his. She guides his hands onto her hips and clamps them there before raising her arms above her head again and continuing to dance among the mass of bodies. The room smelled heavily of weed, alcohol and sweat, a scent that made Fetch heady with delight.

    He tossed his beer to the side not caring here it landed he knew he would be cleaning up later anyways. His hands went to her hips leading her in the dance. He was going into her personal space now thinking it was safe. "Does the beautiful dancer have a name?" He whispered into her ear his lips barely touching her ear. He pulled her so her back was pressed against his chest as he danced.

    "Call me Fetch..." she murmurs as she turns her head to the side slightly and continues dancing against the stranger to the thumping beat of the base. "And what about you? What's you name?" She asks as she turns in his firm grip so her front his pressed against his, their gazes locked together as she wraps her arms around his neck.

    He smiled down at her as his arms wrapped around her small waist. "Well my names toby, but you can call me whatever you want," he said with a wink his mind clouded with the alcohol but it seemed to only hce his attention on her. "Your not in a Greek house are you?" He asked knowing if she was e would know.

    "No, I never had any desire to be in a sorirty... I prefer to be a free lancer." She murmurs with a little smirk and then she falls silent again as she continues to dance against her new aquiantence named Toby. "Are you in a frat?" She asks after a few minutes, looking up into his eyes with her big dark ones and tipping in her to the side sightly as her hips begin moving against his.

    He smiled, she seemed to good to be in a house, all those girls were bitter and bitches. He gave her a nod as his head sunk down to her neck and nuzzled it softly not really thinking just needing to touch her to have her "this is my frat house your dancing in right now," he said other a wink as he looked up at her. "Though I'm not running this party," he added quickly a grin on his lips.

    A small shiver runs through her body as he presses his favr into her sensitive neck. She curls her fingers into the fabric of his shirt and draws him closer as they dance. She seems rather surprised at the admission that thisis his frat house and she says, "You're not going to kick me out? Even though I'm not in the greek system?" And she looks up into hisveyes and tips her head to the side slightly.

    He gave her a frown though you could tell he was holding back a smile,"well you see if I was running the place tonight, I might have to kick you out," he said taking her hand his eyes never leaving hers. He pulled her out before twirling her around before pulling her close to him,"but since I'm not running it I'm not kicking this cute ass of yours out," he said gently giving her butt a slap before chuckling in her ear softly all teasing of course.

    Fetch giggles softly as he twirls her aroumd and then pulls her in. She oresses a soft kiss to his neck as he holds her close again. She lets out a soft yip as he smacks her behind and them she smirks up at him as she reaches behind her and holds his hand on her cute little butt as she begins moving her his against his again to the beat of the new song that had begun playing.

    He chuckled as she yelped smiling down though he quickly stopped laughing when she allowed his hand to stay on her. A small bluh grew on his cheeks but he quickly shook his head to take the blush away. He had to hold back a moan as her lips to touched his neck and she moved against him. "God girl your driving me crazy," he said into her ear

    "That's my goal..." she purrs as she presses a few more soft, enticing kisses to his throat. She then moves her soft lips up to his jaw and leaves a small trail of kisses to the corner of his lips before pulling back and continuing to dance as though nothing had happened, now having guided his hand into her back pocket before releasing it.

    He closed his eyes as she kissed him this was completely turning him on and the alcohol wasn't helping it at all. His eyes though snapped open when she stopped and his neck and cheeks left a tingle and felt cold. He watched as she acted like she didn't just drive him crazy. He held her butt in his hand tighting it slightly pulling her back side close to his front showing her how excited he was just from her.

    Fetch smiles coyly and continues dancing against him happily for a couple more minutes before she turns and faces him again with a dark gleam in her eyes. "I can take care of that for you..." she whispers with a seductive little smirk, running her hand slowly over his shoulder and down his chest.

    His breath hitched and he closed his eyes and leaned into her."dear god," he whispered his head down by her neck as he gently sucked her neck and kissed it. He stopped dancing took her hand leading her up the stairs his eyes hungry and dark his breathing sharp. He took a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door he didn't want strangers havin it will they partied nor did he bring girls into his room. He opened it and stepped in pulling her in and kissing her lips deeply.