Meet the Residents

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Six sims, six ends of the personality spectrum...what lies ahead for them, and what haunts their pasts? Find out as their life is chronicled in River Terrace...

Episode 1

"To one year of friendship and new love." Adela Chetwood raised her glass and watched as her dinner date, Roland Nash reluctantly raised his. But she wouldn't let his hesitation get to her. Not tonight. She and Roland had been friends for a year and finally she had convinced him to take their relationship to the next level.
"To you, Adela." Roland said as their glasses clinked. He sipped the champagne, feeling it's bitter sweet carbonation hit his stomach like acid. He liked Adela. There was no denying she was beautiful, but he knew what she expected tonight and he was not planning on living up to her expectations.

It was just like Adela had said. The two had been friends for about a year and romance had only recently been able to grow between them. But in the midst of discovering eachother, Roland had uncovered things about Adela that he both loathed and feared. He had to keep her happy, yet somehow let her down easy.

"Thanks for having dinner with me. You are absolutely stunning tonight." Roland laid it on thick.

"Oh Roland, your such a charmer! Why don't you give me a lift back to your place?" Adela's words slurred slightly from the champagne she had been drinking all night as she made an attempt to wink at Roland.

So he did just that and before he knew it they were in bed together...about to consumate the relationship for the first time. He had been careful not to cross the line that they were about to cross up to this point. He tried meekly to protest her advances, "Adela...I...hmph...", her kisses stopped the words at his lips.

"Shhh....", Adela whispered. And with that there was no turning back...

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Early the next morning Roland stumbled grogilly to the bathroom trying to recall the events of the previous night. Had he really done what he had told himself he would never do? He had polished off the bottle of champagne with Adela, but never in his life had he felt more hung over. The ringing phone echoing through the house caused searing pain to burn through his head.

"This is Roland." He answered the phone not recognizing his own voice as Roland gave his usual greeting.

"Is that really you Roland? You sure don't sound like yourself this morning!" The female voice snickered through the phone. He knew right away that it was his old friend Winnie Butler.

"Morning to you too Winnie. It is a little early to be calling, don't you think?" He teased her.

"I know it's early, but I thought you might be able to help me with something."

"Early? It's 6 am! But, anything for you, you know that." Roland and Winnie had been friends for a while, they had both moved to River Terrace around the same time, and she was someone he found he could really talk to.

"I haven't been sleeping...I just...I had this nightmare that feels so real...and I have not been back to sleep." Winnie went from her normally cheery, if reserved self, to being enveloped with her own irrational fears.

"Just calm down Win, it was only a dream...tell me what happend."

"It was her. I...I...saw her. She was here, in this house. I have to get out of here. I can still feel her here." Winnie still sounded frantic.

"You know you are welcome here anytime. Come over, I will see you in a few minutes." Roland's voice was soothing and welcoming. Immediately Winnie hung up the phone and started for the door.

When she got outside the sun had risen and she was forced to squint in the sunlight. Stressed and over tired, Winne made her way down the block to Roland's. the sun felt good on her face and shoulders, but it could not erase the pain she felt.