Boreal Springs

January 14, 2010

O`Hanlon – Round 28: ‘Nightshift’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:16 am

Julie is starting to feel her age while Timothy and Isolde are also forced to face that they’re getting older.  In fact, even Tommy and Gavin are getting older!

There’s a ghost problem in the O`Hanlon house as of late.  Julie had noticed the dogs now and again, but she never anticipated Asia would come back to haunt her from the grave.  While seeing her was somewhat heartfelt, she couldn’t deny being bothered by the fact her former love wasn’t resting peacefully.

Tommy and Gavin managed to avoid the ghost of their dead grandma long enough to become teens.  Tommy definitely resembled his father and his late grandma Asia.  He was a bit of an ‘indie’ kid, favoring eclectic music, painting, and other creative pursuits.  He had a bit of an athletic streak to him, though, and was very competitive with Gavin in this respect.  Still, Knowledge was his true calling.

Gavin, looking much like his mother, couldn’t have been more like Timothy if he’d tried.  He wasn’t into learning so much as experiencing life.  He loved sports and video games and eventually, he wouldn’t mind settling down with his own pretty lady to start a family…

Of course, with ambitions like that, Gavin might want to toss aside his childhood crush on Nadia Knight.  He’d seen her a few times, around town and in school.  She was gorgeous, but what one call a bit of a “bitch”.  They were distantly related, but that hardly mattered in Gavin’s mind.  Nadia seemed to take his crush in stride, she neither dissuaded him nor encouraged him.

They hung out sometimes, mostly when Dominic was off with Deidre O`Hanlon.  Nadia and Deidre were anything but friends.

Meanwhile, the ghost problem in the house didn’t get any better.  Isolde and Timothy were enjoying a late-night snack when Timothy glanced at the door leading out into the garage.  The ghost of Superball trotted through as if it were nothing.

“Babe,” Timothy began, his voice quiet.  “Is that a ghost?”

“Of course it’s a ghost!  How do you not already know this?  You were raised around them!”

Timothy’s face looked stricken, “t-that doesn’t mean I ever actually saw one for myself.  Babe, c’mon, can’t you like use your witchy stuff to get rid of it?”

“No, but I need to figure out something… it’s gotten bad as of late.  Maybe it’s Asia?”

“Not cool, mom.  Seriously.”

While Isolde dug through her magical supplies for something to help her investigate this ‘ghost’ issue, the boys were improving their friend base at school.  Tommy had an art class with Charity Saunders and every boy that saw Charity Saunders wanted to know if she was the ‘charitable’ type.  Of course, no boy ever got Charity alone long enough to find out…

Her brother, Alexander, was everywhere that she was and if she managed to escape, he found her.  Call it twin tracking, if you will.  Charity rarely left his sight.  He came calling at the door not long after they had arrived home from school.  Gavin tried to distract him, but it was no use.

“Look, I get it, okay?  My sister is hot.  That doesn’t mean I’m going to let her run around being the town bike before she’s sixteen, got it?  Now move, I know she’s in there.”

Gavin was athletic, but he wasn’t stupid.  If Alexander was anything like his grandfather, Gavin sure as hell didn’t want to find out.  He let Alexander in and Charity was gone.  It was for the best, Tommy and Charity were a really bad match.

Between working late nights and trying to figure out the ghost problem, Isolde was exhausted.  Timothy usually took care of the majority of the household tasks, but he’d taken on even more as of late in an effort to give her a bit of a break.  He wasn’t sure what she did that had her out late at night, but there had never been an issue of trust in their relationship.  He was mostly concerned for her health and sanity.

Besides, he kind of wished she spend more time on the ghosts.  Timothy really hated ghosts.

When the boys weren’t trying to get in with the ladies, they spent most of their time together.  Despite being so different, they enjoyed playing games and messing around like teenage boys have the tendancy to do.  Gavin was a bit upset that Tommy could hit harder than he could, though.

Of course, this hit to his guy ego was quickly rectified when he found his twin making a snowman.  Talk about losing serious guy points!

“You are such a girl right now,” Gavin teased.

Tommy, without looking up, replied, “chicks dig artists, dude.  You’ll see that soon enough..”

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Note from Mao: Sorry this update is so late and disjointed!  I’m still not feeling up to task with these entries.  I got my Angel of Lies update out, though, so I wanted to get this one out, too!  Expect things to be a little sporadic, though.  Everyone knows BS comes in bursts nowadays… plus Mass Effect 2 comes out at the end of the month and you bet your butt I’ll be playing the hell out of that.  I still have my save file from the first one, LOL!

As far as actual gameplay notes go, Gavin has been infatuated with Nadia since he met her as a child, wanting to talk to her, etc.  They are second cousins with Marla and Julia tying them together.  That’s just a little too close for my liking.  We’ll see what happens…

Tommy actually did bring Charity home from school and Alexander did walk by.  Seriously, he watches her like a hawk and for good reason!

Also, the ghosts in this house are INSANE.  They are driving me bonkers…

December 28, 2009

Davis – Round 27: ‘Run This Town’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:38 pm

Fou-Lu Yu and Elena Davis are at the end of their adult lives.  The big transition will change little for them, still happily unmarried.  Emily Davis isn’t a little girl anymore and is quickly figuring out what she wants from life.

Now that Emma is back from college and living in Aperture, she visits often.  Thankfully, the visits aren’t nearly as strained as they had once been.  Elena and Fou-Lu were barred from giving her any help, but she was allowed to visit.  It was difficult, to not slip her some money, but the repercussions from Gordon would be severe.  Emma never asked for help, she toughed it out, happy to just see her family.

Emily was always quiet during her older sister’s visits.  They’d never been terribly close.

Emily shared her mother’s love for dance, but in a more casual way.  She wasn’t sure if she wanted a career in it, in fact, she wasn’t sure she wanted a career in anything.  She wasn’t so jaded to think life was easy and the streets were paved with gold; she was just aware that she had an opportunity most didn’t–she could decide what she wanted to do.  She was going to take her time and figure it out, find something she truly loved.

“As long as it isn’t a life of crime,” was Elena’s only opinion on the matter.  She always worried that her girls would get the wrong impression from their grandfather.  “And it involves college.”

Emily sighed, “not everything has to involve college.”

“Well, it should.  Good girls go to college… even Emma managed to make it through college!”

Fou-Lu took his chance quickly, “there’s plenty of time to figure it out.”

“Oh, no.  Not a word from you–look how long it took you!  Don’t be like your father, Emily.  It only makes life ten times more difficult, you need to have goals and ambitions.”

Fou-Lu made a face, “I had goals!”

“Your only goal was to wake up every morning.  You still don’t have goals.”

“I have a job, though.  A great one!”

“Because of your family connections.  You lucked out, fell into it.”

Emily rolled her eyes, “will you two stop?  I’m not going to waste time, I’ll figure it out… just give me a chance, okay?  Sheesh.”

Fou-Lu continued to mutter, “…at least my family doesn’t involve some crazy vampire crime boss…”

Elena and Fou-Lu’s birthdays snuck up on them before they realized it.  They’d gone through a lot together and despite being so different, had managed to make it work in the end.  Sure, they bickered sometimes and even argued, but it was just part of the deal.  When you’re so different, you’re bound to run into conflict; the entire point was that they got through it and loved one another despite it.

Emily had to be careful not to fall into her older sister’s footsteps.  Being who she was, she fell easily into the ‘elite’ group of teens in high school.  Despite living in Aperture, she attended the same academy, so her circle of friends consisted of Alexander and Charity Saunders.  Emily and Charity didn’t always see eye-to-eye, but Alexander was the mediator between the two.  To Emily, Charity was just too wild and to Charity, Emily was just a big old prude.

They would gather at Emily’s house sometimes, when it was convenient, usually on weekends.  It was located downtown and surrounded by all sorts of fun things.  All their families had money, so it isn’t like they had to worry about not being able to pay or make their way around.

The elite group consisted of five teens…

Deidre O`Hanlon, of course, was their leader.  It was her exotic looks and ridiculous charisma that had drawn so much attention and popularity.  Being the daughter of a famous actor and director sure didn’t hurt, either.  Never far behind Deidre was Dominic Knight.  The opposite of Deidre’s outgoing and charismatic nature, Dominic preferred brooding stares to actual conversation.  It was a front, of course.  Dominic was as friendly as the next, but he just preferred to leave all the senseless talking to Deidre.

His sister, Nadia, was excluded from the group given her childhood rivalry with Deidre.  Deidre had been willing to let things pass, but Nadia had gone a step too far when she insinuated that Deidre’s eyes were contacts.  That was the last straw.

Charity and Alexander Saunders, unlike Dominic and Nadia Knight, are inseperable.  When you see one, you can be sure the other is not far behind.  It’s a miracle they manage to use the gender restricted bathrooms without going into shock.  While not as brutal as their older sister, they still have a bit of a mean streak to them.  It’s usually a good idea to stay on their good side.  Alexander effectively ‘blocks’ any male that might try to take Charity up on one of her lewd offers.

Emily Davis, compared to the rest, seems unremarkable.  She knows that’s not true and she’s quite content letting them take the spotlight.  She’s the one behind the scenes, directing the events and moving the players around on the stage.  She’s the nicest one in the bunch and usually tries her best to keep the peace.  She still talks to Nadia Knight and while friends with everyone in the group, is closest to Alexander.

There’s plenty of rumors, but Emily laughs them off.  They’re not closely related and any relation they may have would have started out as halved, but still… Alexander is a friend.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Whether or Alexander agrees, however, is a very good postulation…

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Note from Mao: Nothing exciting at the Davis house, unfortunately.  Emily is a Family sim so she’s obsessed with her first kiss, but there aren’t any compatible male teens out there for her yet, sigh.  She’ll have to wait!  She’s part of the it-group because she befriended Alexander.  These guys make a scary little group.  I wouldn’t want to go to high school with them.  ;)

It would be so easy to hook Alexander and Emily up.  Of course, it’s weird because Michael and Elena consider themselves siblings even though they’re not.  They’d guarantee me some CC genetics and nice face structures.  Unfortunately, unless the sims press the issue, I won’t.  The Elena/Michael thing would be enough for Michael to throw a fit and Elena to be disgusted, LOL.  If they did press it, it’d make for a hilariously gross storyline.

And now, a funny outtake picture.  Dominic starts talking about aliens and Deidre just has this look on her face, LOL!  I think she’s tired of hearing it, poor girl.  She’s smart, but everyone only knows her for her “exotic looks”.

December 24, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 27: ‘What’s On Your Mind’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 12:34 am

Michael and Sade Saunders have a stable family life, despite their differences.  Their eldest daughter Grace, while gifted with seemingly endless intellect, prefers bullying her peers over games of chess.  Alexander and Charity, thankfully, are a bit nicer than their sibling.

“I know you went downtown, Grace,” Michael scolds, forcing Grace to sit next to him.  “You’re too young to be going downtown alone.”

“I am not,” Grace huffed, arms crossed over her chest.  “Stop treating me like a baby.”

“When you stop acting like one, I will.  Until that time, don’t go running to your grandfather.  You think I’m hard on you because I like it?  He was no easier on me–he once grounded Elena for two whole years of high school.”

Grace was indignant, “you’re lying.”

“Call her and ask her yourself.  What I’m doing with you now is lenient, realize that and appreciate it.”

Of course, the reality eventually settled in.  Gordon was a giving and loving grandfather, but his hammer of justice knew no mercy.  Everyone had heard of Emma’s fate and that was something Grace did not desire for herself.  Money was important to her, too important to let slip away over something stupid.  She’d stop running to her grandfather’s… but hanging out with her annoying siblings wasn’t really a good alternative.  Especially when they asked her stupid questions.

“Are you going to be a tennis star?”  Charity asked.

“What?  Why?  That’s a stupid question.”

Alexander piped in, adding, “well, you’ve got those beefy arms, like that one… lady… thing… person.  She’s… kind of scary.”

Grace said nothing, she only sighed loudly and left the room.

As if her siblings weren’t bad enough, there was the case of her parents and their incessant need to try and make her vomit.  She should be happy her parents were still in love, but being a teenager, all she could do was gag at the thought.  Their little displays of affection were truly quite sickening.

Sade had begun to worry about getting older, what with the important five zero birthday coming up for Michael.  Her time wasn’t far behind, there was an age gap, but in the later years, it seems to catch up pretty quickly.

“I can’t believe I found a gray hair!”  Sade lamented dramatically, almost to the point of sobbing.  “Next it will be wrinkles that won’t go away and sagging and urrrgh!  Can’t I just be a vampire, Michael?”

“No, you can’t.  Remember, vampires drink blood–you hate blood,”  He squeezed her hand, pulling her closer.  “Besides, I think you’re beautiful and I’ll think the same even when we’re five seconds from death.  I’d think it even if all your hair fell out and never came back.”

She smiled, “really?  You’re not lying?”

“I don’t lie, Sade.  To me, you’ll always be beautiful.”

“And gorgeous?”

He sighed, adding quickly, “and gorgeous.”

She hugged him tightly, “see?  This is why, no matter what, you were going to be stuck with me.  Even if it took me until you were old and gray.”

“Which, unfortunately, seems to have come faster than I anticipated.  Is it wrong that I’m a little disturbed by the fact my own father looks younger than me?”

“Hmm, no.  But I think it will suit you.  And it will make me look younger in comparison!”

Needing an escape, Grace made her way downtown again.  It wasn’t hard, what with her parents wrapped up in their amorous ways and the twins too busy with their twin things.  Getting cash wasn’t hard and calling up a taxi took practically no effort at all.  She was relieved when she saw the lights, comforted when she stepped into the crowd, nameless and faceless.  All of that came to a quick, abrupt halt when she saw the familiar figure of one Fujin Yu, however.

“You know, this stalking thing is getting a little creepy,” he said without turning around.

“I’m not stalking you,” Grace snapped.  “Fate has a way of raining on my parade.  You just happen to be the rain.”

“Lucky me,” he grabbed a pool cue, gesturing towards her with it, “want to play?”

“Only if we can make it interesting,” she replied snappily, snatching the pool cue from him.

He laughed, “oh, great, now I’m getting hustled.  Fine, all right.  Let’s see what you’ve got, little girl.”

“You are so dead now.  I hope you’ve thought ahead and already made your funeral preparations.”

“Yeah, yeah… less talking, more action.  This isn’t my first time getting hustled.”

“I wouldn’t imagine,” she smirked, tapping her cue against the floor.  She watched as he missed, the cue ball bouncing uselessly against the side, just narrowly missing his target.  “Ooh, is this skill?  Should I be taking notes.”

Fujin grumbled, taking a step back, “just a tiny setback.  I’ll recover.  And anyway, what are you doing downtown?  Shouldn’t you be at home or something–I mean, isn’t it dangerous for you to just wander around alone?”

“Really, nerdboy, after all this time… I thought you’d pick up a thing or two.  My grandfather is a vampire crime boss.  What part of that screams ‘helpless little lamb’ to you?  Even without that, I can handle my own.”

“Must be nice to be so fearless.”

“I eat fear for breakfast, right after I choke hold it into submission.”

“Ouch… you know, for being a little girl, you’re kind of scary sometimes.”

She sunk all of her stripes without making a mistake and nailed the eight ball without a single slip-up.  She stepped back, basking in her own glory, “be afraid.  Be very afraid.”

Fujin was forced to watch as all it came to one quick, final end.  He sighed, shaking his head.

“Oh, I am.  Definitely.  My wallet is crying.”

“Tell it to stop it’s sniveling–there’s debt to be paid.”

“Harsh.”

“Nice doing business with you,” Grace said, pocketing the cash.

Fujin couldn’t help but laugh, “I can’t believe I just got shook down by a little girl.  Are you sure you’re not a criminal?”

“No, and I’m not a little girl, either.  I’m off to University in a few months.  You know, that place people go to not fail at life.  I hear it’s pretty nice, the whole higher education thing.  I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“You really go for the gullet don’t you?”

“I’m a take no prisoners kind of girl.  Just be glad I’m saving you the added shame of being noogied by a little girl.”

“You sure you’re all right out there?” Fujin asked, feeling suddenly guilty.  She may not have been little, but she was still a girl.  Perhaps not a fragile, delicate girl, but a girl nonetheles and girls shouldn’t be wandering the city streets, alone, at night.

“Don’t patronize me, it’s agitating,” she said, turning to leave.  She gave a small wave, a few bills tucked between her fingers.  “Thanks for the cab fair, sucker.”

Fujin shook his head.  He remembered stories about his grandmother Lilith’s antics as a teen and young adult.  He couldn’t help but wonder if Grace was some kind of successor to the throne of female tyrants.  He wasn’t sure he really wanted to find out, either.  She really was scary, even without the vampire crime boss for a grandfather.

Michael’s birthday came and went.  The only thing that changed was his hair, which was now completely gray.  He’d stopped dyeing it, preferring to go au naturale.  Plus, Sade insisted it made him look distinguished and again, made her look younger by comparison.  Grace enjoyed her final moments with her family before the big step to college.

She was around yet for the twins’ birthdays, too.  They were kind of thankful their big sister was off to university.  They weren’t nearly as aggressive and really didn’t want the stigma attached to Grace also put on them.

Alexander, looking quite a bit like his father, preferred books and learning to most everything else.  He was shy, but not nearly so reclusive as Michael.  He liked people, but he also liked knowing he was smarter than most of them.

Charity was the odd one out, following more in her mother’s footsteps.  She wanted to be hot, so hot it burned when people looked at her.  Having inherited her mother’s naturally gorgeous genes, this was no problem at all.  It also helped that her cousin Deidre O`Hanlon, an already established ‘it girl’, was only a grade ahead.

Of course, even though they were in high school now, that didn’t really get them out of a goodbye noogie from Grace before she left.

“You brats better behave while I’m gone,” she warned.

“Yes, yes, just… stop,” Alexander pleaded, worried for the state of his hair.  “The hair!”

Grace wouldn’t miss the chaos, the lovey-doveyness, or the annoyance of her siblings… but she would miss giving them noogies.  A pastime she’d remember forever, to be certain.

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Note from Mao: I love Grace.  I think we are like, sim soul sisters.  No, seriously.  I don’t have beefy arms, but uh… I’m finding that I borrow more and more from personal experience/etc for her scenes… LOL!  Good thing she isn’t a scrapper like I was, though.  I’m not fond of sim fights, lol.

Moving on… I think Michael was a little confused at the beginning of this rotation!  Sorry, buddy.  I’d love for you guys to just endlessly spit out spawn, but I’ve got to encourage some form of population control here.

A picture that got left out.  I just think it’s hilarious because of the context  I associate with it.  Grace has won, but it seems her beatin’ hand has got to twitchin’.  Poor Fujin looks a bit worried about his chances of survival, LOL.

For those of you wondering if OMGROMANCE is possible, it is… but uh, would you really want that for poor Fujin?  If Grace ends up feeling something other than annoyance towards him… I think I’ll actually kinda feel bad for the poor guy.  :lol:

Happy Christmas Eve, everyone!  I probably won’t post again until after Christmas, so I hope everyone has a great holiday!

August 6, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 26: ‘Vacation’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 1:25 am

Michael and Sade Saunders are an unlikely couple, but so far they’re probably one of the most stable in the neighborhood.  Grace Saunders has spent most of her life living in the quiet shadows, but as a teen, will she come out of her shell?  Alexander and Charity take a lot after their parents… though likely in ways one wouldn’t anticipate.

The whole brood packs up and heads off on vacation.  Sade, in her zeal to hop into her bikini, forgets to wait for Alexander.  Michael is quick to remind her that maybe she should slow down a little, the island isn’t going anywhere.  Alexander eventually brings up the rear, toting his overstuffed suitcase by dragging it across the ground.  Grace rolls her eyes, wishing her family weren’t so embarrassing.

While Michael is signing them in at the hotel, Sade is exuberant.

“Finally!  I can show off my rockin’ body.  Even after three kids, I’ve still got it!”

Grace looks mortified, “mooom, stop being embarassing!”

“Oh, shush, Grace.  You still have a lot to learn about being truly gorgeous.”

As soon as everything with their accommodations is put to rights, the family hits the beach.  Sade works on her tan while Michael thanks his college art classes for his amazing sand castle making.  Alexander ponders his existence while Charity plots how best to push him into the water.  Grace digs for something to take home.

Sade’s sunbathing pays off–she’s rewarded with a golden sheen that seems to magnify her already present gorgeousness.  She’s thrilled, of course.  If only she could stay this tan year round!

While on the island, the family samples some of the local cuisine.  Even the locals are in awe of Sade’s gorgeous tan.

“Nice tan,” the chef says, setting down her plate.

“Thanks!”

“I wish I had a tan like yours, mom,” Charity says, despite the fact she was born with a naturally sunkissed tone.

“Some day, sweetie, you can.”

Alexander shows his acumen for giving orders while they visit the pirate ship.  Michael messed with the crank that hoists the Jolly Roger, noting the shoddy workmanship.

“It’s all rusted and creaky.  You’d think they’d have a mechanic at least put some shine on it, maybe some oil.”

Grace, despite being a quiet loner, is quite fit.  She shows off her athleticism by climbing the treacherous looking ladder up to the crow’s nest.  She roars triumphantly when she reaches the top, ignoring the peril and jumping for joy.  Her mother might have a fabulous tan, but Grace has beefy arms.

Michael plunders the captain’s quarters and finds an old ledger.  Grace goes in and finds a ghost, much to her chagrin.  Unfortunately, her beefy arms for no match for a scary pirate ghost.  The ghost turns out to be friendly, though, and teaches them all a silly little shanty about pirates.

Sade’s amazing tan continues to attract attention.  She wants to learn fire dancing, but her instructor is more keen on learning the ways of Sade.

“Nice tan,” he says, giving her a once over.

Michael, who is skulking around in the background, interrupts, “more fire dancing, less leering at my wife, thanks.”

He’s beginning to wish he’d picked a locale that required more coverage.

Charity, in her quest for the Ultimate Tan, instead gets a pretty nasty sunburn.  Grace is unsympathetic to her sibling’s plight.

“You’re too young for an awesome tan, Charity.”

“So says you,” Charity snaps back, trying not to move too quickly.  “You don’t even have a tan!  You’re a pale ghost.”

June 6, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 25: ‘Night Visitor’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 1:18 pm

Michael Saunders is quite happy with his life.  His wife, Sade, wasn’t expecting to be a mother of three but seems to be adjusting all right.  Grace seems to mirror her father when it comes to personality.  Will the twins prove to be a little more than everyone bargained for?

Saying that Grace Saunders was close to her father was like saying rain is wet.  She greeted him everyday when he came home from work and would beg him to help with her homework.  Of course, when the secondary option is Sade, it’s no wonder.  Sade was smart, but a bit… flaky.

Grace mirrored her father in looks, too, and Sade would often say they had the same ‘brooding’ face.

The twins grew into toddlers a little faster than anyone anticipated.  Charity had her mother’s fiery hair and the pointed ears denoting her alien heritage.

Alexander, too, had those same pointed ears, but definitely mirrored his father when it came to his appearance.

Taking care of the twins was tough, but with Michael’s now-relaxed work schedule, it all worked out.  Sade kept her job and was able to keep going in her career.  They took turns handling the twins and teaching them the necessary skills.  It was a rather strange thing, to see the normally fickle and selfish Sade invest so much time and effort into her offspring.

She also made it a point to spend time with Grace, even though Grace preferred the company of her father.  Still, Sade was more silly and Grace could express her humorous side with her.  They made angry snowmen and threw snowballs at one another.  Michael was not very amused when they laid in wait for him to come home and then sprang out and pelted him with cold balls of packed snow.  He groused the rest of the night, causing both girls much laughter.

For the most part, they had fallen into a good, familial routine.  Until, one night, they had an unexpected visitor…

Sade approached the archway to the kitchen, watching as Michael wrestled with the trash compactor.  Like his father, Michael had a natural skill for tinkering and all things mechanical.  Unfortunately, no one told the trash compactor this.  She heard him muttering under his breath and cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

“Michael?”

More grumbling, followed by the clink-clink of something metal.  She sighed.

“Michael…”

Still nothing.

She took a deep breath and shouted, “MICHAEL!”

He jumped suddenly, his hand crashing against the top of the trash compactor, the wrench falling in a clattering mess.  He looked up at Sade, quiet anger and pain evident on his face.

“Your father is here.”

His face drained of color.  Gordon rarely visited, he didn’t want to endanger his family outside of the syndicate.  The pain in his hand was quickly forgotten.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Grace was keeping her grandpa company.

“You didn’t just come to see the babies, did you?”

Gordon hadn’t seen Grace since she was just a baby.  He was startled by how closely she resembled Michael.  He smiled at her, “no, Gracie.  You know I’m always happy to see you.”

“Dad won’t let me come over, he says it’s too far away.”

“And it is… but when you’re older, you can visit anytime, okay?  But for now, you listen to your father.”

Grace wasn’t listening.  She continued to ramble on, “I bet it’s because you’re a vampire and uncle Claude, too, and his wife.  But I’ve got alien in me, right?  So what’s it matter?”

Michael interrupted their conversation and Sade herded her upstairs and to bed, as it was well past bedtime.  While they were away, Gordon greeted his son.

“You’re doing well.  Are you happy?”

“Yes,” Michael replied stiffly.  He loved his father and bore him no ill will, but his sudden appearance was cause for concern.  “What’s wrong?  Why didn’t you call first?”

Gordon sighed, “I didn’t want to put you in the middle of this, but it seems I don’t have a choice.  It’s about your brother.”

Michael made a sound of exasperation, “what did Claude do this time?”

“It’s more what he didn’t do,” Gordon took a breath and faced his son again.  “I need to speak with Sade.”

“What?  Why?  I don’t think–”

Sade appeared at the stairs, causing both men to pause.  “What’s going on?”

Gordon ignored his son’s protests and addressed Sade, “it’s about Kit, Sade.  Kit and her children… my grandchildren.”

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Note from Mao: The twins are actually children now, but you’ll have to wait and see them. ;)   I was surprised when they both got Sade’s ears, wow!

March 10, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 24: ‘Big Things in Small Packages’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:40 pm

Michael and Sade are an unlikely couple, but probably one of the most stable as of late.  Sade is finding motherhood isn’t as bad as she thought, but will she be able to handle the next surprise?

Sade wasn’t quite sure what to think when she found out she was pregnant again.  All these babies were not doing anything good for her figure, that was for sure.  She really didn’t need to worry about the masses thinking she was gorgeous–because she was–but she also hadn’t really planned on becoming a brood mare, either.  Michael assured her that the term ‘brood mare’ and ‘clown car’ were reserved for those with tons of children.  Two was hardly a ton.  Sade begged to differ.

At least being pregnant again took her mind off the recent loss of her mother, Sara.

Being pregnant and caring for a toddler was tiring.  Sade refused to be battered down.  She wouldn’t run out and chop off her hair or switch away from her non-gorgeous clothing.  She simply got up earlier and made time for what she thought was important.  She had hoped to instill her daughter with her need for constant beauty, but more and more, the little girl seemed to favor her shy and book-minded father.

Despite being pregnant and having a toddler, Sade still made time to lecture Kit, too.  From her lofty position of wife and mother, she saw it fit to perhaps give Kit a little ‘guidance’.  It was truly a bizarre thing to behold.

“I know I have tons of best friends, Kit,” Sade began, smiling, “but you’re my favorite.  You really need to calm down.”

Kit gave her a look, “you’re not serious, are you?  How far have I fallen to get lectured by you?”

“Hey!  I’m a mom and a wife.  You’re just a whore.  Who is also pregnant,” Sade sighed, “I mean, you know what I mean.”

Kit did.  Other people would have flown off the handle, but Sade and Kit had been friends too long.  Sade didn’t mince words and perhaps what she said had some truth to it… as bizarre as that concept was.

Grace soon became a child and mirrored her father all the more.  She had her mother’s pale complexion, but she acted exactly like Michael.  They were both very soft-spoken and reticent.  Grace tried to mimic his mannerisms whenever she could, which disturbed Sade greatly.  She loved Michael, but having two of him under one roof was just a bit more than she bargained for.  Perhaps the new baby would be interested in fashion or something vaguely interesting.  All this book learning was boring.

As Sade’s pregnancy progressed, both Michael and Grace were a little surprised at how…big she was getting.  Michael wasn’t about to directly say anything, for fear of losing his head or other important parts, but Grace had no predilection.  She hadn’t quite learned her mother’s temperament when pregnant yet.

“Mom, are you sure you’re all right?  You look like a whale.”

Michael was speechless.  He wanted to save Grace, but could think of nothing.

Sade was silent.  Finally, she spoke, “if my body doesn’t bounce back from this,  I am going to show your father a new use for my ballet bar.”

Other than Sade’s growing belly, life continued as normal.  Michael was quite busy with his new job as the Minister of Education while Grace was pulling perfect grades in school.  She continued to mirror her father and studied things that should have escaped her still-young mind.  Sade spent her time on the phone, always the socialite, even when stuck in the house because she was far too pregnant to be out and about.

Finally, Sade gave birth to twins and the reason for her larger-than-life stomach came to light.  Alexander resembled Michael’s side of the family, as did Charity, having Tracey’s skintone.  Charity managed to nab her mother’s hair color, though, and her eyes while Alexander mirrored his father almost precisely.

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Note from Mao: Poor Sade.  She was not expecting twins and neither was I!  I am HOPING this is it for them.  And their kids are all different shades, LOL!  Which I find hilarious.  At least one of them got Sade’s red hair, yay!  And now, for some funny shots that didn’t quite fit the bill for the actual update:

What a place for your belly to pop!  Sade had just finished puking in that toilet, btw.

Only Sade could be mad at her own daughter for soiling her diaper!

Adora Anderson calls to ask if Sade can talk right while Sade’s in the middle of giving birth to Charity!  Grace’s thought bubble cracks me up.

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