Boreal Springs

October 25, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 26: ‘What It Takes’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Knight,Saunders — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 11:36 am

Sage Saunders, Daisy Saunders, and Jennifer Knight are all looking forward to graduating college.  Will Jennifer’s secret find its way to Daisy before then?

“I think we should go on a cruise,” Daisy suggested.  “I like cruises.”

“Those are a bit expensive for a bunch of barely making it college kids,” Sage replied, shaking her head.  “We need something simpler.”

Jennifer shrugged, “we’ve got a few months, we’ll think of something.”

It was a few weeks before the girls managed to decide on something–the outdoors.  They were all looking for some way to celebrate the end of their four years together.  They didn’t just want a party, they wanted something bigger–a vacation!

“Sage wants to go camping, what do you say?”

Daisy made a face, “I guess I could.  But we’re bringing bug spray… lots of it.”

So, camping they went.  The great outdoors, the forested unknown–okay, so it wasn’t so much unknown, especially considering they’d started logging already, but that’s what the brochure said!  Sage and Jennifer immediately tried out their skills with an axe while Daisy stood by the sidelines.

“I’m going to nail this,” Sage said confidently, holding her axe in a perfect stance.

“That’s kind of scary,” Jennifer said, lifting her own axe up.  She looked at Daisy, “are you sure you don’t want to try?”

“No, that’s all right.  Throwing sharp, pointy things isn’t exactly my cup of tea.”

Daisy and Jennifer found the sauna while Sage went out to look for what she called “some hot locals”.  The two were comfortably quiet for awhile until finally, Daisy spoke.

“Have you thought about what you’re doing after you graduate?”  She paused, thoughtful for a minute.  “I don’t have a clue.  It’s almost as if the closer we get, the blanker my mind gets.  I had all these grand ideas and now?  Nothing.  It seems hollow somehow.”

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about it at all,” Jennifer replied leaning forward.  “Kit kind of scrambled everything up.  Now, instead of going home, I’m on my own.  I mean, I’m sure if I needed to go home, my family would welcome me… but I don’t want to.  I guess I’ll just get an apartment in Aperture, find a job, figure everything out as it comes.”

“Yeah, I thought I wanted to go with Sage, back home… but now?  I’m not so sure.  I don’t know if there’s a place for me there.”

“That’s silly, Daisy.  You know Sage will always have room for you.”

Daisy laughed, “sure, until she actually finds this illusive hot guy she’s searching for.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” Jennifer mumbled, swatting at a wayward mosquito.  “Sleeping under the stars is for woodland creatures and crazy people.”

“Aw, c’mon!  It’ll be fun,” Sage said excitedly.  “I’ve never slept in a tent before.”

Daisy frowned, “see?  This is why I didn’t want to come camping.  Now I’m going to get sick.”

“You won’t get sick if you bundle up.  Just make sure you have a nice, warm blanket.”

“She wouldn’t get sick if we could just stay in a hotel,” Jennifer added, making a face.  “My back is going to kill me after this dirt nap.”

“You guys are no fun!  This is camping, the great outdoors, the–”

“Yeah, yeah, we read it in the brochure!” Daisy and Jennifer interrupted together, waving her off with a dismissive hand.

After the disastrous night in the tent, the three spent the rest of their vacation beneath the safety of a hotel roof.  They spent the entire day lounging in its simple luxuries, too sore and tired from their night beneath the stars–a night when it hailed, of all things–to bother going to see the sights.  The next day, rejuvenated and livened, they went to the logging yard and tried their luck with some old school log rolling.

Neither Jennifer or Daisy had wanted to play Sage, given her skills with all things athletic, so it was left to them to battle it out.  Sage worried from the sidelines while Jennifer playfully taunted her opponent.  Surprisingly, Daisy won each time.

Before they knew it, the vacation was on its last evening and they were all thoroughly exhausted.  Between hiking, checking out the local sights, and Sage’s need to find someone attractive and single, the girls were run ragged.  Unfortunately for Sage, there had been no men that struck her fancy.

“I’m beginning to think there aren’t any decent guys anywhere.”

“I think you need to focus on hitting the books, anyway.  You need to graduate!”  Daisy lectured.

Sage sulked, “the only reason I even came to college was to find some hot guy!  Now I’m still single and we’re going back home.  This sucks.”  She looked at Jennifer, “you’ve got it easy.  There’s plenty of great girls around.”

Jennifer tried not to choke on her water, “yeah, lucky me.”

Sage was the first one back to the hotel.  She wasted no time going to her room and crashing out.  Tomorrow was going to be a long day of traveling and prepping for those final exams.  Jennifer walked with Daisy to her room, which was just before Jennifer’s.  She stopped Daisy at her door.

“I need to talk to you.”

“What’s wrong?” Daisy asked, genuinely curious.  “You’re not mad at Sage, are you?  She didn’t mean–”

“No, I’m not mad at Sage.  There’s something I kind of need to tell you…”

Daisy was shocked, to say the least.  After that, she was embarrassed.  Not because Jennifer was a girl, but because no one had really told Daisy anything like that before.  She felt suddenly shy and awkward.  What was she supposed to say?  She’d never dated or anything, but had always assumed that… well, she liked boys.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jennifer said.  “I just wanted you to know.  Don’t feel like you have to do anything about it.  We’re friends first.”

“I’m just… I don’t know, I guess, I just always thought…”

“It’s okay.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, okay…”

Things were understandably awkward when they got back.  Sage could sense it, but thought it best not to ask at this particular moment.  They put all their remaining energy into cramming for exams.  It wasn’t until they were over and graduation approached that they had a moment to relax.  Daisy laid outside, staring up at the stars.  Jennifer joined her.

“I probably shouldn’t have said anything, I’ve made us awkward.”

“No, it isn’t that,” Daisy replied, still staring up at the sky.  “It’s just… I don’t know what I am or what I… like.  I never dated or did anything that would give me an indication.  I just always assumed.  Now I’m just confused.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Daisy said, crawling to her feet.  She brushed herself off.

“I just need to figure it out and… I don’t want to mess up our friendship if it’s, well, not that,” Daisy continued with a sigh.

“It’s not an instantaneous thing.  It won’t come jumping out of the dark at you.  Whatever you  feel or whatever it is that’s inside you is there and has always been there.  You can’t change it.”

“I know, but I’ve never even tried to figure it out.  I guess now’s the time.”

Jennifer laughed, “seriously delayed, too.  Oh well.  Come on, let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”

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Note from Mao: Jennifer and Daisy have three bolts without my interference.  Unfortunately, while Jennifer spins up wants for Daisy, Daisy has yet to spin up any romantic wants for Jennifer.  That doesn’t keep her from heart-farting all over the place or flirting, though.  Sigh.  She needs to make up her mind!

And with that, round twenty-six is over… woohoo!

October 23, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 26: ‘Love Song’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Davis,O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 3:37 pm

Emma Davis is completing her final two years at University while Francis O`Hanlon is just starting his four year venture.

Emma smiled, greeting Francis as he walked in.  She knew him, but they were never very close.  The most she knew about him came from her friend, Rosa Anderson, who had dated him in high school.  He certainly grew up well.  He looked almost exactly like his father, only blond and with dark, foreign eyes.

“So, it’s just us.  Hope that’s okay.”

“That’s fine,” Francis said, looking around.  “This place shaped up nicely.”

“Yeah, it turned out great.”

When she had initially found out that she would be spending her last two years with Francis, Emma hadn’t thought anything of it.  Unfortunately, she had underestimated the tension that can grow when two attractive people are stuck in a house together.  She didn’t like him like that, that’s impossible.  He was like his father, a womanizer.  Emma wasn’t one of those girls.  She didn’t go for guys like that.

She liked to be the one in control.

Emma was surprised when her adoptive grandfather, Gordon, stopped by one night for a visit.  She let him in, feeling suddenly nervous.  This wasn’t a pleasure call, she could tell by the way he was standing.  He was tense.  He had come to yell at her.  She tried to let on as if she were clueless.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“Hello, Emma.  I hear you’re falling behind with your scholarship.”

“My parents sent you, didn’t they?  Why can’t everyone just leave me alone, it isn’t like I’ve done anything wrong…”

“Messing with people’s lives is wrong, Emma.  You can’t just hurt someone because they’re ‘in the way’, especially when the person you’re after… doesn’t feel the same.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “Lydia has no business!  She’s not like us.”

At this, Gordon’s eyebrows quirked upward, “What is this us you speak of, Emma?”

“What?  You’re going to deny me now?  I’m not your biological granddaughter, whatever… but I might as well be!”

“I wasn’t saying that at all,” Gordon snapped back, angered.  “I’m simply wondering where you get off considering yourself of higher worth than anyone else.  You’re not a special snowflake, Emma.  You’re with the rest of us.”

Her brows furrowed, “I am not on the same level as Lydia Anderson!  She’s trash!  She comes from some kind of weird… experiment.  I mean, her great grandparents were lesbians!

What happened next shocked Emma to her core.  Gordon’s hand shot out and struck her, right on the cheek.  She recoiled, the pain stinging.  She tried not to cry, but it was fruitless.  Tears formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks unchecked.

“You are out of control!”  Gordon roared, drawing his hand back.  He didn’t usually resort to violence, but Emma was beyond talking.  “You’re in for a very hard lesson in life.  If you keep this up, you’ll find yourself in more trouble than you are now.  Remember who you’re talking to, Emma Davis.  I am not your parents and I will not tolerate your belligerent attitude!”

“I–”

“Be silent!  I suppose this is my fault, you were spoiled… and look what it’s done to you.  You were such a sweet girl, but money has turned you sour.  I can fix that real quick.”

“W-what are you saying?” She sniffed.

“I am cutting you off, Emma.  I’ve given you every chance I could think of and still, you act this way.  Your money is going to be locked down and I swear, if you so much as even try to touch it, I will take it… all of it.”

“You can’t!” She wailed, hands on her hips.  The tears streaming from her eyes and the defeat written all over her face did little to help her stance.  “You can’t do that!  How will I finish college?”

“I suppose it’d be wise to keep up with your scholarship, wouldn’t it?  And don’t go to your parents, they have no control over my assets.”

“You can’t do this…”

“It’s done, Emma,” Gordon said, turning and heading out the door.  “I’ve given you enough chances.”

She fell silent, watching him walk away.  What else could she say?  There was nothing to do.  It was his, it had always been his.  Her mother and father had good jobs, true, but it was Gordon’s kindness and money that kept them comfortable.  She couldn’t run to them for help.

“And stay away from Gregory and Lydia.  If I find out you so much as look at either one, I’ll be back.”

Emma sat in her room, trying to swallow down her sorrow.  She’d brought this all on herself, but she certainly hadn’t expected this kind of reaction.  Her fingers tensed on the bed and she sucked in a big breath.  Everytime she assumed there were no more tears to cry, more came.

Suddenly, her door opened.  She didn’t bother looking, she didn’t care.  Francis stepped in, regarding her with curiosity.

“You cry really loud, you know, for a girl.”

“Leave me alone, Francis.”

“What’s wrong?”

He sat down next to her as she explained a little bit about what had happened.  He listened quietly, absorbing all the details.  He had heard some of it from Rosa, especially the bit about catching Gregory and Emma in a supposed romantic situation, which turned out to have been staged by Emma.

“So, let me get this straight, you thought this guy was perfect because you’re both rich?”

She sniffed, “well, yeah, and we’ve known one another since we were little.  Plus, our families kind of hate each other.”

“Because that makes total sense.”

“Shut up,” Emma bristled, lips pursing.  “Don’t make fun of me.”

June 24, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 25: ‘The Reflex’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Knight,Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 11:33 am

Sage and Daisy Saunders had a somewhat neglectful upbringing, will their time in college give them a chance to redeem what’s been done to them or will they complete the cycle?  Jennifer Knight’s family is just as messed up.  Can she overcome everything she’s seen and what’s up with her attitude lately?

Sage, Daisy, and Jennifer had all been friends since they were young teens, so it was no surprise when they decided to all get a rental together.  Unfortunately, the only thing they could afford was this old house that had once been inhabited by hippies.  Despite the ever-present smell of patchouli and the bizarre decor, it was big enough for the three of them and very close to their class buildings.

Sage tried to be the house mother, but her cooking skills left a lot to be desired.

Jennifer wordlessly took on the role of the house chef.  Unlike her sister, Kit, Jennifer had inherited her mother’s ability in the kitchen, even if she’d never admit it.  Jennifer didn’t like talking about her family and she especially didn’t want to talk about her parents.

It wasn’t because she hated them.  She’d long gotten used to the dysfunction… it was because her sister, Kit, had once again come in and taken over.  Kit wasn’t leaving, she’d get the house and Jennifer would get nothing.  Maybe Jennifer should’ve gotten knocked up by a playboy vampire, too.

Daisy was friends with Emma, despite her solitary nature.  She met up with her friend at a local karaoke club at her insistence and listened to her plan.  Daisy was horrified.  She couldn’t believe Emma was still going on about this whole Gregory and Lydia thing.

“That’s a really bad idea,” Daisy said, recovering from her surprise.  “This isn’t just about what you want, Emma.  You could hurt people.”

“Lydia doesn’t really like him, anyway.  I’m doing her a favor.”

Daisy shook her head, “it’s not up to you to decide.  Besides, if Gregory loves Lydia, that isn’t going to change… no matter what you do.  You have to give it up.”

Emma was adamant, “I’m not going down without a fight.”

Meanwhile, Sage was trying to get to the bottom of Jennifer’s recent changes.  They’d been in college a full year now and Jennifer never went out, she didn’t date, she just went to class and came home.  Several times Sage had pleaded with her to go out ‘guy hunting’, but Jennifer refused.

“So, what’s going on?  I need a wingwoman!  Being single sucks.” Sage mumbled, poking her spaghetti with her fork.  “College boys are so weird.”

“I’m just… not interested.  Why don’t you ask Daisy?”

Sage choked back her laughter, “are you serious?  I love my sister, but come on.  No, I need you.  What happened to 0ld times, Jenn?  What’s going on with you lately?”

Jennifer closed her eyes and took a breath.  There was no time like the present, right?  She didn’t notice that Sage had taken a big bite of a meatball when she said:

“I think I’m gay, Sage.”

Thankfully, Jennifer was well-versed in the Heimlich remover and Sage was all right.  She was still quite shocked, though.  Jennifer… a lesbian?  Since when?  But then again, she never did date and she always had an excuse to not flirt with boys — acne, video games, etc.  It all made sense.

Daisy was a little more understanding.  Sage told her everything and she was quick to support her friend.

“You know you could have told us sooner,” Daisy said, smiling.  “It isn’t like we’d suddenly hate you.  Whatever makes you happy!”

That was all well and good, but Jennifer was pretty certain Daisy wouldn’t think that when she found out Jennifer’s feelings on the matter.  Jennifer couldn’t be certain, but she was pretty sure that Daisy was straight.  It was a very unrequited love and she wasn’t about to mess up everything by blabbing about it.

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Note from Mao: Sorry this took so long.  I seriously have had very little computer time lately.  :(   As for Jennifer, she’s never really shown interest in either and it wasn’t until I checked her token that she revealed she could go both ways… but started heart farting over Daisy.  I assume they could easily be three bolts, but I’m not too sure Daisy is into chicks.  Only time will tell.

Of course, the hippie house was purely for my own amusement.  Hehe.

A very disturbing outtake.  Emma did this while on her outing with Daisy.  One of these bubbles is not disturbing… the other is.  Can you guess which one it is?

WTF EMMA? That’s your adoptive grandfather, for crying out loud!  He bought you a piano.  Dirty thoughts = NOT COOL.  This girl has issues.  Serious ones.

June 17, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 25: ‘Head Over Heels’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 12:59 am

Gregory Anderson has gone to great lengths to convince his best friend, Lydia, that they should be more than friends.  Will Emma Davis joining them at University cause some unnecessary complications?

Emma arrived at university, filled with the hopes of perhaps that Lydia and Gregory hadn’t yet hooked up.  Everything seemed pretty normal, at first.  Still, there was that obvious, underlying something else going on.  She noticed it the most while they were all having lunch.  Gregory and Lydia kept talking as if they were the only two in existence, though Emma knew full well Lydia knew she was there.  Every now and again their eyes would meet for a brief moment.  Maybe she was just as baffled as Emma.

She tried cornering Gregory in the hot tub, appealing to his cultured side with talks of art and everything high class.  Everything seemed to be going well and Emma was glad she had brought that small bikini with her.  She was a bit of a dancer, so her body was definitely toned to garner male appreciation.  Unfortunately, Gregory mostly met her eyes and spoke to her like a human being.

Even worse, Lydia seemed to shop at the same store (though hers was blue) and was just as toned, if not more, than Emma was.  She was athletic, a tomboy, but still somehow had enough curve to remain girlish.  It wasn’t fair.  Emma grumbled and left the hot tub defeated while Lydia and Gregory became amorous, forgetting she was even there.

This was really becoming a bother.

Unfortunately for Emma, Gregory and Lydia had intensified their relationship before she’d even come into the picture.  Lydia wasn’t in love with Gregory, but she was certainly comfortable with him.  When you’re young, in college, and looking for new experiences… that’s really all you need.

Of course, to Gregory, it was more than just friendly experimentation.

Emma was surprised when he approached her while she was practicing her ballet.  She nearly kicked him in the face, causing him to cry out and duck just in time.  She flushed a little, looking incredibly sheepish.

“Sorry,” she said, lowering her leg slowly and trying to act casual.  “I didn’t see you.”

“That’s all right, I shouldn’t have crept up on you like that,” Gregory laughed a little.  “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

Emma tried to contain her excitement and said, very coolly, “sure.”

“I’m going to propose to Lydia,” Gregory confided, pulling a little box out of his pocket.  He didn’t notice that Emma’s face drained of color, nor did he see how truly fake her smile had become.  “What do you think?”

It was hard to speak, her heart felt as if it had suddenly jumped into her throat.  She managed to sputter, “d-do your parents know?”

“Yeah, it’s senior year.  I’ve all but graduated with a 4.0.  That was the deal, after all.”

“A-Are you sure… about this, Gregory?  I mean, Lydia… she isn’t in love with you, is she?  I thought you said–”

He sighed, “we’ve been doing this for four years now.  If she doesn’t feel it now, she never will.  So I’m taking that chance.”

March 16, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 24: ‘Slow Ride’

Filed under: Anderson,B.S.U. Campus,O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:35 am

Maggie O`Hanlon is preparing to finish her years at University while Gregory Anderson and Lydia Anderson are just getting started.

Lydia and Gregory arrived together.  It was a little surprising for them to see how quickly they had each grown in such a little amount of time.  Lydia had decided her braids were a bit too childish for the stylings of a young adult.  Gregory spent most of his time studying, trying to please his father.  If Lydia noticed the distance, she didn’t say anything.

Maggie, meanwhile, was hanging out with James.  Maggie had always been fond of James.  That didn’t mean they were hanging out because he had recently divorced Kit Knight.  No, they were friends.  They’d been friends since James started hanging out with Maggie’s older brother, Timothy.  She had drug him out in an effort to cheer him up.  Losing your love because she gave birth to the guy you hate’s children isn’t an easy thing to get over.

Maggie, with her playful ways and consistently upbeat demeanor, did manage to bring James out of his funk.  They had fun.  She even conned him into some karaoke, which he was good at.  His father had been Shang Yu, after all.  Maggie would be lying if she had said she wasn’t hoping that he’d finally see her, though.  She was.  She was so much better for him than Kit, she had always thought so.  She had no interest in Claude freakin’ Saunders.

Lydia still enjoyed fitness.  She especially enjoyed jogging around campus.  It was a good way to clear her mind and she was doing tons of thinking lately.  She felt strange about the way things had gone with Gregory.  Ever since arriving at University, he’d been a little distant.  They’d always been best friends–talking, enjoying one another’s company, everything… but now, things were just awkward.  She hated it.  She especially hated that she had grown kind of used to being even closer to him.

She finally managed to drag him away from his studies long enough to explain what was going on.  It was a relief to hear that it wasn’t anything to do with her, but with his father, Roman.

“I have to keep my grades up, any hint of distraction…”

“You think he’d pull you out?  Really?” Lydia was a little startled.

“No, but he’d probably keep me from seeing you.  Best friends or not.  Whatever else or not.  I really don’t want that to happen.”

Lydia nodded, “I didn’t realize…”

Meanwhile, Maggie was having a discussion with her older brother Timothy.  It wasn’t one she particularly looked forward to.  He wasn’t very pleased to find out she’d been hanging out rather closely with James so soon after his break-up with Kit.

“Don’t be a rebound girl, Maggie.  You’re better than that,” he advised.  She could hear Isolde in the background, trying to take the phone from him.

“I won’t, I told you.  I’m fine.  And tell Isolde that, too.  You guys worry too much.”

Timothy sighed, “I spoke to James.  I know what you’re planning, Mags.  It isn’t–” there was static and the Isolde’s voice broke through, “If you need a place to stay, you can always stay with us!”  More static as Timothy stole back the phone.  “Yeah, what she said.”

Maggie laughed, “you guys are expecting.  And you’ll need the room.  It’ll be fine, I promise.”

Maggie was elated when James came to see her the night before her graduation.  He hadn’t called in advance or anything, just popped up.

“We have an extra room, if you need it,” James offered.  He was fond of Maggie, she was pretty, defintiely, and her personality opposite of Kit’s… but he knew better than to make any moves.  It was too soon and she was Timothy’s little sister.  He was offering her as a friend.

“That would be nice.  Isolde wants me to stay with them, but with the baby and all…”

He nodded, “yeah, I was just there yesterday.  It’s a little hectic.”

She took his hand and smiled, “thanks, James.  I see you in a few days.”

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Note from Mao: Ahh, Maggie and James have almost three bolts, lol.  Lydia and Gregory were also quite amorous this update…

What’s with the mascots and cheering woohoos?  Seriously!  This was at the end of the round, too… dundundun.

February 10, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 23: ‘Love Hurts’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:15 pm

Timothy O`Hanlon, Isolde Anderson, and Cole Anderson are all on their final years of University and eager to begin their adult lives.  Maggie O`Hanlon has just joined her older brother, Timothy, at University.

Timothy wasn’t quite sure how he felt about his little sister joining him at University.  On one hand, he had missed her, they had always been close… but on the other hand, he wasn’t really ready for her to show an interest in boys yet.  When Maggie arrived, that’s all she seemed to talk about.  Who could blame her?  It was no secret that poor Maggie, despite her looks, had been terribly unlucky in love and romance during her teen years.  Would being a young adult change her luck any?

Having family join him at University gave Timothy the push he needed.  He had always known that Isolde was a one-of-a-kind type of girl and while most people thought she was odd, he thought she was amazing.  He had wanted to propose immediately, as soon as they had gotten out of the cab and before they laid eyes on the house, but thought better of it.  He was glad he had waited.  There was no apprehension and he wasn’t scared–he knew what she’d say.

Maggie, meanwhile, was stuck fixing things.  She wondered if Timothy had heard about the whole ‘shocking’ incident involving the trash compactor at home.  Obviously not, or he wouldn’t have her fixing things!  She sighed.  It wasn’t fair.  Timothy had Isolde, Cole had Shelly, what did Maggie have?  A soaked shirt, because the stupid shower sprayed water all over her when she turned it wrong!

Cole was rarely seen by the others.  When he wasn’t at class or working on a term paper, he was with Shelly.  She would come to campus now and again, but with her new job, it was becoming impossible to travel.  More often than not, Cole ended up driving back to Boreal Springs to visit her on weekends.

Maggie tried her luck with a fireman that came to put out a fire she had caused while trying to cook.  It was moot.  He responded, at first, and then realized he wasn’t into attractive brunettes.  Maggie grumbled and wallowed in her defeat.  Was there no one out there for Maggie?

Before Isolde, Timothy, and Cole all left for graduation, Maggie tried to get Isolde to help her with her love woes.

“Can’t you just wiggle your fingers or something?  What about a love potion?”

Isolde tried to hide her amusement, “that’s not how it works, Maggie!  Besides, haven’t you heard of Kate Anderson?  She tried that stuff on Shang Yu and well, I think we can all see how that worked.  I don’t see what the rush is.  You’re acting like you’re forty and single!”

“What’s the rush?  You and Timothy have been together since puberty.  I haven’t even dated.  I just want to see what it’s like.”

“All right, but I can’t help you.  Why not try a matchmaking service?”

Maggie sighed, “because that’s for forty-year-olds who are still single!”

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Note from Mao: Poor Maggie!  She has negative chemistry with that fireman from her many, many fires as a teen.  What a bummer.  She’s all alone at Uni now, too.

January 20, 2009

B.S.U. Campus – Round 22: ‘Turn Me Loose, End’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:11 am

There’s plenty of people and drama to go around at Boreal Summit University the next two years…

The next two years at Boreal Summit University proved to be… awkward ones.  James, Marcus, and Shelly were all finishing their final years.  That was well and good, aside from the fact Marcus was sleeping with James’ girlfriend.  Of course, Marcus felt awful about it, especially because he was really interested in starting up a relationship with his former high school flame.  It was kind of hard when he kept randomly running into Kit and sleeping with her, though.

“Don’t even talk to her, don’t kiss her, just avoid her,” James suggested, surprisingly calm.

“You are handling this way too well, dude,” Marcus replied, stunned.

“You’re not the problem, Marcus, you’re a distraction.  Claude freakin’ Saunders is the problem.  Damn vampire.”

Cole wasted no time approaching Shelly.  She hadn’t really spent time trying to find romance in college.  Instead, she found herself kind of missing Cole.  She had always wanted Timothy O`Hanlon, but she was beginning to realize that may have been a shallow, teenaged girl fantasy.  She and Cole had a lot more in common and he would also cow-down and do whatever she said.  He was a bit of a pushover, the kind of person Shelly needed if she was going to make her dreams come true and become the next mayor of Boreal Springs.

So she accepted his advances and they started a true, non-fake relationship.  If anything, the Anderson name would certainly give her a leg-up in the political world.

Isolde, meanwhile, was still studying her ‘art’.  She’d had many talks with Lilith Yu and when she finally arrived at University, she couldn’t keep herself away from Timothy.  Together, they both brought her out of her negative spiral.  She stopped sulking and brooding and went back to what she loved.

“What are you doing?” Timothy asked one evening as Isolde tested her cauldron for the first time.

“Trying to make something for Lilith,” Isolde said, trying to concentrate.

“Screw potions,” Timothy replied, giving the globe in his hand a pained look, “use magic on this damn thing.  How did anyone ever manage to figure this thing out?”

Isolde sighed, “I don’t think it works like that.”

There were some definite perks to being a witch.  Isolde had the best transportation to class and anywhere else–a broom!  A real, flying broom.  Sure it was a gaudy blue, complete with a weird crystal at the end of it’s stick, but what could beat a flying broom?  Absolutely nothing.  She couldn’t wait until she’d studied enough to have a spectral assistant.  Timothy tried, but he really wasn’t very good at handling the reagents.

Poor Cole, meanwhile, was finding that tinkering was not exactly his thing.  The computer broke in the midst of him working hard on his term paper.  He tried to fix it only to get quite a jolt.  Thankfully, Isolde was around and she quickly hit him with a rejuvination spell.  He wasn’t enamored with her anymore, but he was certainly thankful for her helpful, witchy ways.

Shelly had different ideas of ‘healing wounds’.  Not that Cole particularly disagreed with her methods.  Perhaps it wasn’t smart to leave a bunch of unattended, young adults in a house all by themselves.  It would seem that none of their parents even considered they would do anything questionable.  Well, okay, Cole’s had.  Sara called constantly, reminding him that he was their last hope.  No pressure or anything.

Of course, you can’t have two family sims without a little trouble, either.  Sure, Isolde was knowledge-minded first and foremost, but her second inclination was family.  Perhaps that’s why she and Timothy got along so well.  They had plenty of chemistry, though it probably wasn’t wise to explore the chemistry right before an important final exam.

But then again, most guys don’t have girlfriends with witchy ways.  Timothy heads off to his final exam feeling completely rejuvenated and safe in the knowledge that he’s totally got college in the bag.

James, Marcus, and Shelly all graduated with honors, much to the delight of their parents.  Cole wasn’t about to let Shelly run off into the sunset.  He proposed to her rather spontaneously, right before she was preparing to leave with Marcus.  Of course, she accepted.  Instead of staying in a cramped little apartment, she’d go make nice with her future in-laws.  It would be awkward, but they had a nice house.  James seemed shocked by the display, wondering if Cole knew exactly what he was getting into.  Not that he was one to talk, really.

Meanwhile, outside, Marcus was chatting up his old flame, Valerie.  She was surprisingly also on campus and they had met a few times through classes and just random campus things.  She’d grown up quite well, he couldn’t deny it.  There was still an attraction there and maybe, since they were both adults now, a chance at something more.  They passed numbers and Marcus moved to leave with Shelly.  James would leave in the morning.

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Note from Mao: Isolde really wants Timothy to be a warlock, LOL.  Poor Timothy, I don’t think he has it in him to do witchy things.  He’s too confused by that silly game ball, he brings it out constantly and makes pained faces.  Cole immediately walked up to Shelly and planted one on her.  I was too shocked for a picture.  Seems he took the Tsung way of confrontation!  Either way, he wanted to get engaged and so they did.  Marcus kept having wants to talk to Valerie, so there she is.  She’s a pretty sim, despite her over-painted, pudgy-faced teen years.

December 28, 2008

B.S.U. Campus – ‘Carpe Diem, Baby, Pt. 1′

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 6:34 pm

Claude Saunders and Kit Knight have been at University two years now and have developed a sort of ‘understanding.’  Now joined by Marcus and Shelly Yu, they’re forced to be a bit more discrete.  Worse yet, James Yu has also come trailing along, his sights set on Kit.

James didn’t waste any time tracking down Kit.  He found her eating some burned grilled cheese–she had never been much of a culinary master, despite her mother’s skill.  He took a seat next to her and immediately launched into his anti-Claude propaganda.

“What are you doing with Claude, Kit?”

She gave him a look, “does everyone know about it?  Stupid Sade and her big mouth…”

“Forget Sade,” James interrupted, “Claude Saunders, Kit?  You’re smarter than that.”

“So what?  What’s it matter to you, James?  If you think insulting me is going to win me over, you’re wrong.”

Shelly and Marcus arrived sometime later, also greeted by the burnt grilled cheese sandwiches.  It had been a long drive and they were both hungry, so they didn’t complain.  Shelly wasn’t really sure what she was going to do now that she was University.  She knew she wanted to make lots of money, but now the how or the why.  She kind of missed her rivalry with Isolde and maybe Cole, too.

Marcus was just thankful to be away from their grieving mother.  Grief wasn’t really his thing.  He missed his father, true, but he was a guy, and guys really aren’t into tears.

Claude, meanwhile, found himself catching up with an all-too-familiar face.  The strange woman from the bar turned out to be an exotic blonde who was suddenly in his age range.  He wasn’t entirely sure how that worked, she didn’t look a day older than when they had first met years prior.  She contacted him suddenly, and he hadn’t bothered to ask how she got his number.  She was hot, what else mattered?

The funny accent certainly helped, too.

Kit, however, wasn’t nearly as impressed with the supposed ‘Countess’.  While the thing between her and Claude wasn’t serious, she refused to believe his involvement with this mysterious blonde was a good idea.  Common sense wasn’t exactly Claude’s forte and he missed the obvious signs.  As the Countess slunk away, Kit glared at her and then leveled her gaze on Claude.

“Geeze, Kit, don’t be so jealous,” was all he could manage.

“Don’t be such an idiot, Claude!” She roared, wanting to hit him, but restraining herself.  “There’s something wrong with her.  Can’t see it?”

“Not from here,” he said, watching her leave a little too closely.

Kit sighed.

At least she had some repose with James.  He was younger, yes, but it was so nice to have someone around that seemed to be from the same planet as she was.  He had always been intelligent, perhaps even more so than she, but his age had always been a deterrent.  Not to mention that Kit really never paid much attention to boys in school, either.  She left that mostly to Sade.  Now free of her best friend’s nattering, she found herself falling under James’ sway.  It was just as well, as Claude was overly preoccupied with his crazy blonde.

Claude didn’t think there was anything off about Emily.  Sure, she was pale, she had a funny accent, and she only came around in the dark… but everyone had their quirks, right?  Maybe he was just desensitized because of his father.  Of course, Claude knew exactly what his father was… maybe that’s why he had such a hard time realizing what Emily was.  It didn’t matter.  He liked her a lot more than he liked all the other girls he’d found.  She seemed to feel the same and so all was well in Claude’s mind.

It didn’t take long for Kit to educate James to the way of college.  She liked him enough, sure, but she wasn’t completely serious.  He was, of course, but Kit couldn’t have known that or maybe she wouldn’t have been as aggressive.  She simply thought they were friends with a mutual arrangement.  Kit wasn’t entirely sure why she wasn’t really into commitment, only that she wasn’t.  Poor James.

Claude got the awakening of his life late one night while he was on the balcony with Emily.  It had been like every other visit, they talked, spent time together, and went outside a lot.  This time, however, she led him purpousfully to the balcony.  When she was sure they were alone, she began to act strangely.  Claude couldn’t really remember much of what happened next, only that he woke up a few days later feeling really funny and Emily was gone.  He tried contacting her several times to no avail.  It was almost as if she had completely disappeared.

It was close to graduation and while Claude tried to hide the changes he now recongnized as vampirism, he couldn’t hide from Kit.  She snuck into the unused upstairs bedroom to find a coffin.  Her suspicions were confirmed.  She drug James up there, much to his chagrin.

“What is this supposed to prove, Kit?”

“Claude’s been turned into a vampire, obviously,” she said, as if James had been suddenly struck dumb.  “That idiot, I told him not to mess with that blonde weirdo…”

James sighed, “Why do you care, Kit?  It isn’t your problem anymore.  You’re graduating soon.  Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

When the time came to leave University, Kit would leave alone.  She planned to leave in the afternoon the next day, while Claude made separate arrangements.  He really didn’t look forward to the phone call, but knew he didn’t have a choice.

“I’m fine dad, really.  I don’t see why you’re so worried, it’s just University… what’s the worst that could happen?  No, I’m sure.  Nothing’s wrong.  I just have some things to do.  I’ll see you in the morning.  Tell mom not to worry.  Okay, yeah, I know.  Bye.  See you then.”

Claude was not looking forward to his homecoming, but he had no idea what else to do.  Only his father would know anything about what he’d become and even if he had to face his wrath, it’d be better than going through it blind and ignorant.

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Note from Mao: Shelly and Marcus will have a bigger part in the next round of Uni, no worries.  As for Claude and Kit and James… ugh.  Three bolt love triangle.  HOW?  I do not know, so don’t ask.  Claude is obsessed with Emily, though, much to Gordon’s chagrin.  It’s the reason he’s a danged vampire.  Revenge plot or stupid luck?  We’ll see.  Sorry it’s taken me so long to update… holidays, sickness, work… you get the picture.

November 30, 2008

B.S.U. Campus – Round 20: ‘Sade’s Diary, End’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 12:41 pm

From Sade’s Online Diary, pulled from SIMplygorgeous.simjournal.com:

Well, here I am, at University.  Don’t expect any great stuff because to be honest, this place is horrible! All they do is nag about books and reading!  What do I look like, a nerd? Even the campus boys can tell I’m much better than silly homework, though I kind of wish they’d stop outright whistling and trying to get my phone number.  Please, really?  I don’t think so.  Not even if any of them were the last source of a compliment on the planet!

I guess I should mention that Kit and Claude are here, too.

Not that it matters much that they are here.  They’re both too busy doing their own things.  Kit actually studies–ha!–and Claude, well, Claude does what he’s always done.  I’d really like if he’d go and do it somewhere else, though.  My gorgeous and delicate nature aren’t meant to be surrounded by silly university hormones.  Yuck.  Isn’t it bad enough they’re making me read books?!

Kit has tried to ‘help’ me, but her idea of help is telling me to do the work.  What kind of help is that?  She lectures me all the time on how I’m going to get kicked out for running off to Aperture for days on end.  So?  It’s better than being here.  She thinks I don’t know her ‘little secret’, but I do.  Everyone thinks I’m some idiot with a gorgeous face.  One part of that is true and I’ll give you no guesses–the gorgeous part!  I am not stupid and I wasn’t born yesterday.  How did they think I wouldn’t find out?

Claude and Kit think they’re being sneaky, but I know better.  Not that I want to!  I used to soak in that hot tub–ewww!  Do you know what kind of nightmares I have now?  No wonder I have to run off to Aperture!

Okay, so it’s mostly to avoid the assignments–they’re horrible!  How am I supposed to know this stuff?  I’m actually kind of glad Patrick sent me packing over to Michael’s.  At least he is smart enough to do them for me.  Sure it took awhile to convince him, but now he doesn’t even question it!  Not that it matters, I forget to hand them in anyway.  That means I have to go to class!  Ew!

See?  I told you that I soaked in that hot tub!  Gross, huh?  As you can see, the annoying boys just won’t leave me alone! Give me a break.  Gross.  Can’t they see I’mfar above them and they’ll never have any hopes of truly basking in my gorgeousness?  As if they’d know what to do with it if they ever did!

Besides, I’m pretty sure I can get Michael to see things my way.  I just need some more time… and Fou-Lu gone.  That shouldn’t be too hard.

Apparently this university can’t handle my gorgeous.  Neither can this journal.  It’s time to face facts–I’m much too gorgeous for all of this.  So it’s time to say goodbye!

But first, I have to make a phone call… there’s no way I can let my parents find out about this!

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Note from Mao: Poor Sade barely made it through those first two years!  She really hates college, LOL.  She never had any college-related wants.  I made her do an assignment once and it took forever.  Can you guess where she went?  I’m sure you don’t have to. :D   The Claude and Kit thing?  Casual, completely casual.  Mutual attraction, but no basis for a relationship.  But isn’t that what college is all about?  Hahaha…

Oh and sorry there’s no portrait at the top.  I messed up and moved Sade out before I grabbed it, so her makeover was complete.  D’oh.

September 9, 2008

B.S.U. Campus – Round 19: ‘You Turn the Screws, Pt. 3′

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus,Davis,O`Hanlon,Saunders,Yu — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 10:14 pm

Patrick O`Hanlon is womanizing his way through University while Michael Saunders hits the books and keeps to himself. Elena Davis and Fou-Lu are no longer an item, but Elena is still uncertain about her decisions and Fou-Lu is hoping she reconsiders.

Patrick decided to call Elena out on her dealings with Shang Yu, “what are you thinking? I know you’ve got some semblance of a brain up there… you’re one of the few girls I know who does.”

“Gee, thanks, Patrick,” Elena replied, rolling her eyes. “And what’s it matter to you?”

“Shang and I are cut of the same cloth, Elena. Anything you two do isn’t special or serious or anything. He’s got Kat for that, he just wants you for, well, the obvious.”

“You think I don’t know that? I don’t want anything serious with him,” Elena replied, giving her nephew a pointed look. “Anyway, here’s a question for you… I’m almost afraid to ask. Are you wearing pants?”

He grinned, “what do you think?”

“Ew…”

Fou-Lu decided to try and corner Michael into helping him get Elena back. Unfortunately, the stoic and quiet half-sibling was a little less than willing.

“Elena is a big girl, she makes her own decisions.” Michael said, barely looking up from his dinner. “Besides, I’m not so sure you’re ready to get her back.”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Fou-Lu was a little shocked by Michael’s outright bluntness.

Michael looked up, startling Fou-Lu, “you’re immature, Fou-Lu. Grow up a little and I’m sure Elena will notice. I’m only telling you this in an effort to steer you in the right direction.”

“That’s harsh, dude,” Fou-Lu replied, wounded. “Real harsh…”

Meanwhile, Michael wasn’t having much luck with dating. There was a pretty blonde girl at the house one day that Michael thought was okay looking, but he spoke to her only to find out she was one of Patrick’s many… well, ‘visitors’. He sighed and walked away. How Patrick did it, he’d never know. Michael just didn’t feel any great attraction or attachment to these women.

He kept comparing them to someone else.

Patrick was naturally smart, in fact, he was downright intelligent. But it never showed, because he used his smarts for evil and manipulation. He didn’t have to try with his grades, all his professors were female. He just smooth talked his way into an A+ everytime. He could have easily done it the proper way, but it was so much more satisfying knowing that he had enough power to influence his way to straight A’s.

Elena, knowing his fondness for red heads, set Michael up with a girl from her class. They had plenty in common and she wasn’t awful looking, but Michael just didn’t feel that spark. She had red hair, sure, but she wasn’t, well. And it just wasn’t the same.

The date went well, but afterwards, Michael felt nothing.

Meanwhile, Elena had given a lot of thought about what Patrick had said. It was silly to mess around with Shang Yu in an effort to ignore her problems. She was glad when Fou-Lu happened to be in the hot tub. She joined him and decided they needed to talk about their situation.

Fou-Lu clearly wanted Elena back and while Elena was undecided, she couldn’t deny they had a solid history.

Unfortunately, they didn’t get much of a chance to talk. Add together a hot tub, bathing suits, and two young adults and well, you don’t usually get a heartfelt conversation…

Patrick, meanwhile, was doing some ‘conversing’ of his own with quite as few of the available co-eds. They were at the last of their classes and ready to graduate, so he wanted to score with as many chicks as he could before he left. It was a personal goal he set for himself. He wouldn’t have enough time once he was signed to an agency and working on his acting skills.

Not that he hadn’t been improving those with every line and charm he’d done in the past four years.

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Note from Mao: This one is all over the place, sorry. I’ve played it intermittently for a week. Anyway, they’re graduated, yay. Too bad I can’t install AL yet. Anyway, if you don’t believe me, Michael really does suck at dating. He’s nice, just shy. But that doesn’t stop him from making girls cry. Note his total disinterest in her obvious distress. Cold, Michael, cold!

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