Boreal Springs

January 1, 2010

B.S.U. Campus – Round 27: ‘Caught Up’

Filed under: O`Hanlon,Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:38 pm

Francis O`Hanlon is joined by his cousin, Grace Saunders, at University.  Will Grace’s unique outlook make Francis rethink his own life choices?

“Wow, Grace,” Francis said, finding his cousin looking at her new look in the mirror.  They’d never been close, but her drastic makeover still managed to shock him.  “Do your parents know about this?”

“No,” she snapped.  “And who cares?  I’m an adult now.”

He chuckled, “ahh, rebellion… so, you’re really into this whole black thing?”

“Yes.”

“Well, at least it’s a skirt.  I mean, for you, that’s a huge step.”

“Watch it, pretty boy.  I’ll rearrange your face, cousin or not.”

Grace’s adjustment to college was made difficult by the introduction of boys her own age who didn’t mind her abrasive nature.  In fact, they seemed to delight in it, much to Grace’s chagrin.  She wasn’t brash and aggressive to get boys.  Even worse, when she shouted and berated them, they enjoyed it!

Getting hit on college boys, much less ones with inferiority-complexes who dressed in llama outfits, was not her idea of a good time.

Grace was just beginning her sophomore year at Boreal Summit University when she ran into Fujin Yu.  Finding him on campus was quite startling, as he certainly wasn’t a student.  Approaching him without some sort of malice would be suspect, so she put on her best face and walked forward.  As if feeling her shadow on him, he slowly looked up, unable to hide his shock at her drastic change.

“…Grace?”

“You,” she replied stonily.  “What are you doing here?  This is the university library.”

Fujin stood up and put his book back on the shelf, “I was just checking out an architecture lecture.  It was open to the public.”

“If you’d just gone to college, you wouldn’t have this issue.”

He rolled his eyes, “yes, because college makes everything better.  It’s turned you very… black, I see.”

“Got a problem?”

“No, uh… mesh suits you?”

She quirked a dark eyebrow, ignoring his comment, “the lecture is over, obviously, so why are you still here?”

“I don’t know, the library looked big and I wanted to check it out,” he shrugged easily.  “Why are you here?  I thought you learned by osmosis, making studying unnecessary.”

“Business class, I need some books for research,” she sniffed, head held high.  “I’m surprised you’re able to breathe so easily without Rosa nearby.”

“She… uh, she’s actually visiting Francis, I think.”

“That figures, you guys can’t separate for five seconds, can you?” Grace said as a way of dismissal.  She walked away without another word, the books she needed located on the second floor.

Fujin was too stunned by the acidity of her tone to bother responding.  He didn’t even have a chance to be offended at the rude way she’d left.

Francis, meanwhile, occupied his time with Emma.  It was surprisingly monogamous of him, to spend so much time on a single girl.  Since the whole blow-up with Rosa, he’d found himself treading a bit more carefully.  He still saw Rosa, but it was always platonic.  He met Emma downtown on one fateful Saturday night, as was their ritual.  He knew something was up when he sat down and she looked… weird.

“You feeling okay?  You look a little… pale.”

“I… met someone,” she said quickly, startling him.

“That’s nice?  There’s all kinds of people out there to meet.”

“I went on a date… and I slept with someone,” Emma said in-between hurried sips of clear liquid.  It was clear she’d had a glass or two of courage before his arrival.  “Two… different people, one for the date… one for the whole, sleeping with thing.”

Francis blinked, completely caught offguard.  To be honest, he was a little surprised by his mind and body’s reaction.  He felt warm and cold at the same time, his hearing seem to tunnel out, losing Emma’s voice.  All that remain was a high-pitched screeching noise that made him cringe.

“Did you hear me?  I said I don’t think we can keep doing this.  I mean, no strings, right?  But… I just, I think it’s better if we see other people and just, well, not each other.  Anymore.”

“You’re serious?  What the hell happened to you?”

She stood up with a long sigh, taking a moment to find her balance before speaking, “it’s not like there was anything serious, right?  I mean, you made that pretty clear.  So… maybe I want to look for something serious.  I don’t want to be another Rosa.”

“Emma, how much have you drank?  You can barely walk–”

“I’ll be fine, the apartment isn’t far… we’re good, right?”

He was still a little too shocked to completely fathom what was happening, “uh, I don’t know.  I’m still kind of in shock.”

“It’s not like you haven’t done it, right?  So… yeah… see you around.”

“Yeah… right.”

“Why are we here again?” Grace asked, taking her third drink for the night.  Francis had come home in a bit of a mood and demanded that he needed drinks, many of them, and that Grace was coming along for the ride.  At least he was paying.

“Because life is a confusing little b–”

“Is this about Emma?  I thought you guys had a ‘deal’, you know, with your whole ‘casual rule’ thing.  I mean, I commend your honesty, way to not go all Uncle Patrick, but still.  So what?  Now you’re free to mess around even more–look, the bartender is into it.”

Francis sighed, “I couldn’t be my father if I tried, I don’t know how he did it.  To be honest, I thought it’d be cool, but it’s not.  It sucks.  Like, angry sucks… the type that makes me want an address so I know where to send you.”

Grace laughed, “great, I’ll let grandpa Gordon know that he can sign me up as muscle for his organization.  I mean, he’ll be offended if I don’t let him know what’s up and everything.”

“Is that Rosa?” Francis asked, ignoring Grace’s last statement.

“…and of course, Fujin.  She would drag him out, wouldn’t she?  Hey!  Where are you going?” Grace’s voice fell on deaf ears as Francis wondered over to his old friend.  She sighed, hand on her face.

“Francis?  What are you doing out here?” Rosa asked, surprised to see him so far from Boreal Summit University.  “Aren’t finals coming up?”

“Meh, I’m a senior.  It’s not like they’re going to kick me out when they’re so close to being rid of me forever.”

She smiled, “if I had known that’s how it worked, maybe I would have gone…”

Fujin found Grace on the dance floor.  He tried to ignore the fact that she was dancing, figuring she’d probably punch him if he made any comments.  Instead, he got right to the point, trying to shout over the loud music.

“Hey!  Have you seen Rosa?”

“I think she went over there… with Francis.”

Fujin’s face looked panicked, “…Francis?”

Rosa and Francis had gotten reacquainted rather quickly in the not-so-privacy of the couches behind the dance floor.  Of course, this amorous encounter quickly escalated, given the blood to alcohol ratio currently present in their systems.  Without telling either of their companions, they spirited off to a cab for a nice of illict and regrettable ‘hooking up’.

“I can’t believe you’re still following her around like a stupid puppy,” Grace said as they searched for the missing couple.  “It’s obvious she’s run off with Francis, despite knowing that he’s totally into Emma… without any thought as to you.”

“What is your problem?  Rosa is my friend, that’s it.  I’m all she has when it comes to looking out for her.  You could’ve done us both a favor and kept a leash on your stupid cousin!” Fujin shot back angrily, startling Grace.  She’d never seen him get angry.  “Why are you even still here?  Shouldn’t you be off beating someone up or something?”

Grace, for the first time in her life, found herself slightly speechless.  It took her a moment to muster a response, “it’s a shame your backbone only shows itself for Rosa.”

With that, she left, feeling a little more confused and frustrated than she’d been originally.

The next morning Grace, nursing her slight hangover, sat down with a bowl of cereal.  She had barely managed to dip her spoon into the mixture of sugared cornflakes and milk when she heard the front door open and close.  A haggard looking Francis stepped in and took a seat next to her.

“Oh, look who it is.  Where the hell did you go last night?”

“I’m an idiot, I thought we agreed you were my stupid decision wall??”

“Kind of hard when you run off and disappear into the night!  Please tell me you didn’t hook up with Rosa and run out before she woke up.”

Francis didn’t reply, but his guilty look said it all.  He sighed deeply.

“Well, at least you guys went to her place.  None of that public stuff,” Grace said, shaking her head.  “What are you going to do now?  Rosa is obviously going to know something happened.  You can’t avoid her forever.”

“My mind wasn’t made for this kind of stress,” Francis lamented, hands clasping his head tightly.  “I’m still reeling from the hangover!  I can’t think about this now!  It’s bad enough that I almost fell down the stairs and broke my neck as I was trying to leave while also yanking on my pants.  She’s a light sleeper, you know.”

“You’re an idiot, Francis.”

Francis went through the rest of his senior year considerably stressed and frenzied.  It was difficult, trying to both avoid Rosa and Emma at the same time.  Rosa had tried calling and Grace had covered for him.  Unfortunately, graduation meant he’d be returning to Boreal Springs and Rosa knew where he lived.  Worse yet, there was Emma.  That whole thing still had him messed up and confused–he seriously thought that he wanted casual without commitment, but the thought of Emma just… going after any guy out there, it wasn’t something he relished.

Grace was having her own inner-turmoil and vowed to stay on campus.  She had less chance of running into Fujin and making an idiot out of herself.  Francis, Rosa, and Fujin could have their messed up triangle of disaster.  Relationships were for stupid people who enjoyed pain.

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Note from Mao: Poor Francis.  All his wants involved Emma!  It wasn’t until after a few dates that he wanted to talk to Rosa.  Francis is a Romance sim, but I’m seriously thinking he’s not the same as Shang Yu, Katarina Anderson, or Patrick O`Hanlon.  We’ll see if I’m right.  The whole thing with Rosa was an accident.  She happened to be at the same community lot Grace and Francis were at, and they had public woohoo on the couch on their own, LOL!  Of course, that makes NO SENSE, only insane people have sex on a couch in public view, so I changed those details in the text.

Grace also developed a crush on Fujin at the same lot… I have no idea.  I heard the chimes and looked–pink heart.  Oh boy.  I initially only did the library thing to see what their chemistry was.  Two bolts.  Grace seems conflicted.  ;)

Also, first post of the New Year AND the end of round 27!

December 31, 2009

Davis-Knight – Round 27: ‘Telephone’

Filed under: Davis,Knight — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 3:33 pm

Jennifer Knight and Emma Davis are new graduates of Boreal Summit University, on their own in Aperture City.

Normally, the idea of Jennifer and Emma sharing an apartment would be so far-fetched it would be almost unbelievable.  Thanks to Daisy, however, it was a much different story.  They both needed help paying the rent and needed a roommate.  Daisy convinced Jennifer that Emma had changed and would make a decent roommate.  Jennifer was dubious.

“I like things clean,” Jennifer said, looking Emma over.  “I work evenings.”

“Me, too,” Emma replied.  “And I work during the day, so you’ll have plenty of time to yourself.”

“Try to keep the men to a minimum.”

“Only if you promise the same for the girls!”

The arrangement worked out and the two managed to find a nice routine.  They were complete opposites, but they didn’t have to be best friends to be roommates.  The apartment was plenty big enough for them to have their space when necessary and the companionship was nice.  It was preferable to being all alone.

It was only a matter of time before Francis stopped by.  He and Emma hadn’t really talked much since the whole blow-up with Rosa and then Shelly’s party.  It was mostly Emma keeping her distance.  Francis had enough of the gameplaying and decided to just ‘stop by’.

“Nice and I hear your roommate likes girls,” Francis commented, looking around.

She rolled her eyes, “she’s not the kind of lesbian you’d like, Francis.”

“She wears plaid?”

“Why are you here?”

He moved closer, his hand gently touching her face, “you can’t avoid me forever, you know.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” Emma replied, finding it hard to keep her resolve.  “I just… I’ve messed up enough.  I didn’t want to hurt Rosa anymore.”

“I’ve spoken to Rosa, we’re friends.  That’s all it is.”

“And that makes us what?”

He shrugged, “why does it have to make us anything?  Why can’t we just be two people who enjoy each others company?”

His logic was questionable, but Emma couldn’t deny that she did enjoy his company… quite a bit, in fact.  As long as she didn’t try to imagine the future, she was always happy to be with Francis.  Maybe her mind got a little fuzzy and she confused the things he said for commitments, but it didn’t matter, did it?  She was still young, she had plenty of time.

Jennifer arrived home late that evening to find Francis there.  She was surprised, to say the least.  He walked out of the bathroom like he owned the place, Emma nowhere to be found.  She was a bit startled when she came out a few seconds later, seeing Jennifer and feeling suddenly embarassed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jennifer said, trying not to sound awkward.  “I came home early, wasn’t feeling well.”

Jennifer made it to the counter before she collapsed without another word.  Emma was so shocked she could barely move, it was Francis that called emergency services.  They arrived and took Jennifer out on a stretcher.  Emma made a sound of pure horror as they pulled out the defibrillator–her heart had stopped beating.

Unfortunately, Jennifer didn’t make it.  The doctors were stumped and her family would have to wait for the complete coroner’s report to find out the true reason of death.

Emma returned to the apartment with Francis.  It had all happened Friday evening and now it was early Saturday morning.  Francis didn’t have classes until late Monday, so he stayed with Emma.  She was a bit of a wreck, having seen someone die right in front of her.

He studied while she slept.  It was a long weekend.  Anytime he left the room, she’d wake up or start freaking out.  By Sunday night and after a visit from her parents, she seemed to be doing better.  Francis left her in their care while he went back to University.

It took Emma some time, but she recovered.  She came home from work one day to find Daisy waiting.  She’d nearly forgotten that Jennifer and Daisy had some sort of weird friends, but maybe more thing going on.  She hugged her friend tightly, trying to comfort her.  Daisy didn’t look distressed so much as lost.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Thanks,” Daisy said, breathing slowly.  “It was a long drive.”

“How are you doing?” Emma asked tenatively.

“I’m okay, I just… it’s hard to believe, you know?  I don’t think I do, yet.  I won’t, not until I’m there and I… well, I see her go in the ground.  I just feel so terrible.”

“Why?  You didn’t do it, Daisy.  We have no idea what did.”

Daisy frowned, “I feel like maybe I should have come around earlier, you know?  Now I’m just lost.  I don’t know what to do.  I guess I just need some time…”

Daisy left a few hours later after looking around at the apartment.  Emma settled in for the evening.  She began making herself some dinner when she heard the door open and close.  She knew she locked it, so she wasn’t surprised when she looked up and saw Gordon.  He always had a way with locked doors.

“It’s so weird, mom and dad are gray and here you are… not.  What do you want?”

“I heard about your roommate,” Gordon said walking towards her.  “Life is unfortunate with its coincidence.  Are you all right?”

“I will be.”

He blocked her from the stove, “you’re still angry.”

“Not angry, just annoyed. What do you want?  Are you going to lecture me again?”  Emma sighed, pushing past him and placing the pot on the stove.  “I’m a big girl, I’ve learned my lesson.”

“That remains to be seen.  I know Claude’s slipped you money.”

She sat down with a sigh, “only a little, only because I really needed it.  It was that or live on the streets.”

“He doesn’t know that I know, I only thought you should.  You should know it’s impossible to get anything past me, Emma.”

“Consider me warned.”

“Which is why I am going to say this–Francis O`Hanlon… do you really think that’s wise?”

She made a face, “now you’re going to tell me who to date?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all,” Gordon said quickly, looking exasperated.  “Michael worked with Viola.  She’s a basket case.  Francis is very similar to his father.  Do you really want to end up like Viola?  I hear she’s in therapy, that she’s taking some sort of pills… quite the future you’re staring down.  If this is a play for money, you might want to find someone else.”

Over the next few days, Gordon’s words continually ran through Emma’s head.  Everyone knew Viola’s tragic story.  She certainly didn’t want to end up like that.  She liked Francis, she liked him a lot and not just because he was rich.  She genuinely cared about it.  Unfortunately, he really didn’t seem to feel the same way, seeing her more as a friend and a casual ‘fun buddy’.

Her boss came home with her, they were supposed to work on a speech for one of the congressmen going before the public tomorrow.  She’d seen him several times around the office, they’d spoken a few times, but she’d always been so consumed by Francis she hadn’t done anything more than talk to him.

That changed very quickly.  Emma knew it was a bad idea to just… sleep with someone you barely know, but she wasn’t exactly thinking straight.  She was still reeling from what she’d witnessed and her own insecurities involving Francis.  To say the workplace was going to be a bit awkward would be an understatement.  Sleeping with a random person, not so wise, but your boss?  Dangerous.

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Note from Mao: OMG JENNIFER!  I have no idea what happened.  I was so shocked, my husband heard me and was like, “what’s wrong?!” and then rolled his eyes when I told him, lol.  All I can guess is that she was sick and I didn’t know.  Poor Jennifer.  This is why I don’t need ROS… my freakin’ sims kill themselves!

I tried to have Emma plead for her life, but they were barely friends, so she picked the wrong hand.

As for Emma jumping her coworker, she did that on her own!  No sooner did they walk into the apartment… BAM!  Couch action, OMG.  And then she was hitting on her other coworker, too.  This whole situation has her on the fritz.  I can’t wait to see Francis’ reaction, LOL!  Emma is the only person he’s gotten busy with.  He’s not 100% Patrick.  I’m also amused that they have three bolts.

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”.

November 30, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 27: ‘Say Something’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 1:04 pm

Hugh and Kenya Anderson are happily in their retirement years.  Their eldest, Lydia, is married off and Rosa is now ‘head of the house’.  Can Rosa keep things together or will the issue with Francis and Emma send her off the deep end?

It had been awhile since the awkward visit to Francis and Emma at University.  Emma was now safely in Aperture, a long way off from Boreal Summit University, but Rosa couldn’t shake the feeling she had.  Francis had been a bit standoffish and Emma… she just seemed so frightened.  Rosa yawned, sleep not coming easily as her mind wandered into territories she’d prefer it didn’t.  She climbed out of bed and prepared herself for the day.

Emma had called late last night saying she wanted to meet Rosa at lunch in Aperture.  If she was going to make it, she needed to get going.

She found Emma at the darkest corner of the bar, a drink set out before her.  It wasn’t even noon yet and Rosa had never really known Emma to be the sort to drink.  She scooted into the bar stool next to her.

“A little early for that, isn’t it?”

Emma sighed, tossing a stray hair from her eyes, “unfortunately, no.  We need to talk, Rosa.”

“What, no ‘how have you been’ or ‘sorry for avoiding you’?  All right, what is it?”

The tension was so thick that the space between them acted as a barrier.  Emma said nothing, gathering her thoughts, trying to figure out how best to go about it.  Rosa watched her, but said nothing.  She simply waited, her anxiety growing with every passing second.

“It’s about Francis,” Emma began.

“Of course,” Rosa said, trying to sound cool, but failing miserably.

“We slept together,” she said suddenly, in a rush of words.

Rosa blinked, not completely surprised but unable to hide in denial any longer.  Her fingers twisted into small fists as her anger grew.  She hopped out of her bar stool, Emma following her.  She was speaking, but Rosa wasn’t listening.

“What is wrong with you?!  First, you try to destroy my sister’s engagement… now you sleep with the only guy I’ve ever even remotely liked?” Rosa raged, drawing the attention of the other patrons but not caring.  She made a frustrated sound, hands cutting through the air.  “Do you have some sort of sick vendetta against my family or something?!”

“This has nothing to do with that!” Emma shot back, trying to remain calm.  “It was only once and I haven’t seen him since.  I felt bad, really bad… so bad that I had to tell you!  Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“No, it doesn’t, because it’s you.  This is what you do.  You destroy things.”

“That is way out of line, Rosa,” Emma stiffened, becoming angry.  That one hit a bit too close to home.  “I didn’t pursue him!  I like him, sure, but I kept my distance… it happened because it was mutual, not one-sided.  Why are you just blaming me?  Why don’t you talk to him!”

Rosa crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Emma, “I’m supposed to believe that you did nothing? I’ve seen you work, Emma.  I’m not stupid!”

“Whatever, Rosa.  Believe what you want,” she hissed, throwing her arms up in frustration.  “The fact of the matter is I had enough consideration to actually tell you.  Francis hasn’t said a word, has he?  Go figure.”  She walked away, washing her hands of the situation.  She’d done her part.

“Augh!  You’re such a tramp!”

As if on cue, Francis called her the next day.  He must have heard through the ‘grapevine’ about Emma and Rosa’s little confrontation.  Of course, it was quite the talk of the town, having taken place in a completely public area with many people watching.  She sighed, picking up the phone, not really wanting to talk.  She still felt hungover from her previous night spent hiding in a bottle of very dark, murky liquid.

“You should have told me,” she said into the receiver, not bothering to listen for a response.  She hung up the phone and walked away.

Hugh’s concern for his youngest was growing.  She’d spent the better part of the weekend drinking and staying out late.  It had never been like Rosa to be so careless.  She was brash, yes, and rebellious, too, but she rarely did something so stupid it made him want to treat her like a five-year-old.  She wandered down to breakfast in a complete daze.

“Spending your days partying and drinking is not going to help your problems go away,” Hugh lectured, ignoring her throaty groan.  “What is it with you two girls?  Always running away.  You need to confront them.”

“Ugh, dad, stop talking,” Rosa mumbled, staring down at her pancakes.  “My head hurts too much.”

Kenya sighed, “we’re worried about you, Rosa.  This isn’t like you at all.”

“Whatever, I need to go… do stuff,” she grumbled, getting up from the table and heading towards the bathroom.  Her stomach hadn’t quite been ready for pancakes.

Rosa followed her parents advice, begrudgingly, and stayed in instead of going out.  Unfortunately, her sobriety only brought back angry thoughts.  She needed to vent her rage.  She walked outside and kicked the soccer ball around until she heard someone approach.  She was surprised to hear Francis’ voice.

“Avoiding me, Rosa?  I do know where you live,” he said, stopping short of her as she kicked another ball forcefully into the net.

“Maybe I have a good reason, maybe I was worried that if I saw you, I’d want to punch your big nose in.”

“Ouch,” he replied, feigning offense.  “That’s not very nice–you know my nose is a family heirloom.”

“Can’t you be serious for once?” Rosa growled, turning to face him.  “I’m not really in the mood for your little ‘charm’, okay?  I seriously want to punch you.  Your face is in jeopardy.”

“I think I can handle myself, but if you’d like, I’ll try and keep a bit of distance.  There, how about that?  You’d need arms made of rubber to reach me now,” he said, taking a step back and gesturing with his hands.  “Now we can talk, right?”

She sighed, shaking her head, “I don’t want to talk.  I already know everything I need to–you suck.”

“That’s great, Rosa.  I’m glad you’ve figured everything out.  I, however, doubt your ability to see the four corners of every square, so I’m just going to go ahead and talk anyway.  I understand why you’re upset, but in all reality, we were never an item.  We never made any promises when I left for University.  I was under the impression that we were friends and everything was okay between us like that.”

“This hasn’t changed my mind any, you still suck,” she frowned.  She didn’t fight when he took her hand, her sadness overwhelming her anger.  “Why Emma?”

“Why anyone?  And who is to say it means anything big, anyway?  You know me, Rosa.  I don’t make big decisions on a whim, it takes me a lifetime.  There’s no need to burn bridges, not when everything is still so… up in the air.”

She closed her eyes, “you’re going to follow your father’s example, then?”

He shrugged, letting her hand fall to her side, “we can’t change who we are, Rosa.  Even if I wanted to be that guy that could say I was totally going to get married and have a billion kids… I couldn’t.  Then I would be my dad.”

“Are you going to see Emma?” She asked, watching his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Rosa,” he said, ignoring her question.  He turned and left without another word, Rosa not moving to stop him.

Her talk with Francis had helped her more than Rosa had initially thought.  She had been sad at first, moping and loafing around the house.  It had been a foolish notion, to expect someone like Francis to share her dreams and hopes.  She had been stupid to put him there, in that place in her mind where he obviously didn’t belong.  She didn’t want that relationship, one with lies and cheating.

Hugh still worried for her, but she continually assured him that she was better now and doing okay.  Lydia called a lot.  Sometimes, she would even visit, but she was pretty busy over there and so was Gregory.

Rosa gathered her plate from the table and took it into the kitchen, not happy, but content.  It was enough, it was better than the alternative.  Her mother called after her:

“Lydia says hi!”

“Hi, Lydia,” she replied, a small smile creeping onto her lips.

Kenya had sent Rosa out on an errand, but Rosa had wandered off and ended up at the cafe.  It was a breezy winter day, the sky clear enough so that it was actually warm enough to enjoy the outdoors.  She walked to the patio, intent on some coffee.  She as surprised to run into Fujin.  She hadn’t seen him during all of this mess, wanting to keep her issues private and to herself.  Besides, she realized how stupid it was to fall for a guy like Francis.  She didn’t need him rubbing it in.

“Wow, you’re outside,” Fujin said, looking her over.  “Looks like it’s been awhile.”

“That’s mean, Fujin.  You don’t know what I’ve been through.  You can make it up to me with coffee.”

“So, you look less brooding than usual.  Did I miss something?” Fujin asked after they took a seat with their coffees in hand.

“It isn’t important, just some silly soap opera stuff.  You’d probably slap me for telling you about it,” she said, taking a long sip.  The coffee felt good going down her throat, the warmth spreading throughout her body.  “I can’t say I’ve come out of it any smarter.  I’m still thinking about it.”

Fujin shrugged, “you never really were that quick to pick up on things, anyway.  It’ll take some time.”

She gave him a look and he laughed.  “You should be careful what you say, I could totally beat you up.”

“You talk about your relationship troubles?  All the women I know want to beat me up.  I never did anything to Grace Saunders except exist and yet, she tortured me throughout school…  I’m still watching over my shoulder!”

“Ha!  I had forgotten about that,” Rosa said, leaning in.  “I saw her the other day, you better watch out, her arms are pretty beefy.”

He shook his head, closing his eyes, “don’t I know it.  I’m the one she toned them on!”

“I would’ve helped you out, but I’m not stupid enough to go after a Saunders.  That’s just pure suicide.”

“Yeah, geeze.  I saw Gordon once and I’ll be thankful if I never see him again.  Scary.”

Rosa smiled, leaning back in her chair, “thanks, Fujin.”

“Hey, what’s the use of misfortune if it can’t cheer someone up?”

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Note from Mao: In regards to the top image, SimPE is still messed up and I’m too lazy to re-install it right now, so I just did a placeholder image of Rosa, LOL!  It’ll work for now.

This is a big old crazy mind-screw of a situation here.  Rosa and Fujin flirt, but it never amounts to anything.  Rosa rolls wants for Francis, Francis rolls wants for her, but then when he’s done, goes right back to Emma.  Emma rolls friendship wants for Rosa that conflict with her wants for Francis.  It’s crazy, it is.  These sims are driving me up the wall.

Also, Grace Saunders is now stalking poor Fujin.  I keep seeing her at lots where he pops up.  LOL!

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.”

August 8, 2009

Davis – Round 26: ‘What I Am’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 3:30 pm

Note from Mao: I forgot to pull Emily’s child picture from SimPE before she aged to teen… so, um, she’ll be on the family picture next time!

Fou-Lu and Elena needed to get out of the house, so they met up with Michael and Sade downtown.  It took a lot of convincing to get Michael to come, he wasn’t one for groups, hanging out, or going downtown.  Still, Elena missed her brother and managed to wheedle him into coming.  Sade was just happy to show off her Awesome Tan to an even wider audience.

Of course, their first stop was the pool table.  It was still light out, even if it wouldn’t be in an hour, and it just felt wrong to hit the bar so early.  They split up into teams, girls VS boys.  Of course, Fou-Lu did enough smack-talking to make up for Michael’s quiet nature, but Sade was perhaps the worst.

“Come on, Elena, it’s your turn!”

“I wouldn’t keep her waiting,” Michael advised sagely.  “She’s… very competitive.”

Elena sighed, “I’ve noticed.”

“What kind of shot was that, babe?  Were you aiming for the wall?” Fou-Lu remarked, watching as the cue ball nearly rocketed a solid off the table.

Elena let out a disgruntled sigh, “maybe I was aiming for you.”

“If you were, you missed big time.  I’m over here.”

Sade looked away from Michael and saw the shot, “what was that?!  This game was ours!”

Thanks to Elena’s poor shot, the guys won.  Fou-Lu’s idea of a victory shake, however, was quite different from Michael’s.  While he’d never admit it openly, he did take a step back after Michael stopped reeling from the joy buzzer, his face twisted in anger.

“All in good fun, man!” Fou-Lu said, laughing.

Michael wasn’t nearly as jovial, “don’t do that again.”

“Not a problem…”

They were only at the bar for an hour before it got ridiculously crowded.  Sade was happy to share her tan with everyone, but some people were getting a little too close for comfort.  Some guy in a ridiculous jacket had taken to following her around, much to Michael’s chagrin.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” Sade said to Elena over the loud music.  “I’m tired of this creep following me around.”

“You’re the one who had to get that awesome tan,” Elena said, chuckling.

Michael made his way over, giving his sister a look, “food sounds like a good idea.”

They stopped at a diner on the outskirts of the city on their way home.  It was quaint, but you could tell it was starting to get late, as the revelers and drunks were slowly filtering in through the doors.  Fou-Lu took this quiet opportunity to ask about their vacation.

“So, has your tan really helped you with friends?”

“Sure, why wouldn’t it?  Everyone wants to know that girl with the awesome tan!”

Michael sighed, “isn’t it about time for it to fade?”

Elena laughed, “you wish, Michael.”

Emily Davis was the opposite of her sister, Emma.  She was polite, mild-mannered, and ignored.  At least, that’s the way she felt.  She was an amazing pianist, her skill surpassed even that of her father and sister, yet she constantly felt like she was stuck in Emma’s ever-looming shadow.  She got accolades for her talents and perfect report cards, but it didn’t seem to be enough.  Emma was always present in the conversations, her name mentioned several times daily.

Emily loved her sister, but she was beginning to dislike her troublesome ways.  She just seemed intent on keeping all attention focused entirely on her.

It was no surprise, then, that when Emma visited, Emily made herself scarce.  Elena and Fou-Lu sat her down, intent to have a talk with her.  Elena had spoken to Gordon and was quite well-informed of her daughter’s misdeeds.  She was hardly pleased.

“We’re proud you’re keeping up with your scholarships,” Elena began.  “But we’re worried about your social life.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Emma said, feigning ignorance.

“This business with Gregory and Lydia.  We know what you did, Emma.  How could you?”

Emma rolled her eyes, “I’m a big girl now, I can make my own decisions.  Why does everyone have to have a hand in my business or what I do?”

Elena was quickly enraged, “do you think this is come kind of joke, Emma?  These are people, not playthings!  You can’t just push and manipulate everyone to do what you want them to do.  You can’t just take something because you want it.  That’s not how the world works.”

“It’s not like I killed anyone,” Emma retorted, though her excuse was a poor one and she knew it.  “I don’t get what the big deal is!  Everyone knows they’re a terrible couple.  I’ve been friends with him just as long as she has.”

“The difference being that he chose Lydia, not you.  He loves her and you, being his friend who supposedly cares about him, you should support him.  Love isn’t a selfish thing, Emma.  You don’t hurt the people you love!”

Emma snorted derisively, “oh, right, because you guys were such a stellar example of that.  Way to be a hypocrite, mom.”

Elena had enough, she stood up and gave her daughter a terrible look, “you’re a terrible, spoiled little girl who needs to grow up and show some respect.  You weren’t raised to be like this.”

Elena stormed off, leaving Fou-Lu and Emma alone.  Emily was there, but she played the piano quietly in the background, lost in the music.  She wasn’t paying attention at all.  It was just more ‘Emma drama’, after all, nothing new.

“You know you shouldn’t talk to your mother like that, Em.  I agree with her.  I just, I don’t get it.  You were always such a sweet girl, what happened?” Fou-Lu sighed.  “Maybe it is our fault, confusing you with the on again, off again… but even so, if you know we’re a bad example, why follow it?”

“I just can’t get any privacy.  Why does everyone have to be in my business?”

“Because your business involves a prevalent family, Em.  If you think Roman Anderson is going to let you anywhere near his son, you’re mistaken.  Especially after all of this.” He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “Gregory isn’t the type to love two people and I think its pretty obvious what he wants.  I think it’s been obvious all along.  Sometimes, you can’t always have what you want.”

Emma stood up, clearly learning nothing from the exchange, “whatever.  I’m going back.  This was obviously a waste of time.”

Emily made friends, but it was difficult to keep them, especially when they lived all the way in Boreal Springs.  Her favorite friend was Megan Alioto.  They got along famously and Megan’s mother, Valerie, would even bring her downtown for visits.  They weren’t sure why her mother always seemed to be going downtown, but they weren’t about to question it.  It gave them a chance to hang out and play together.

Emily’s birthday snuck up on everyone and before she knew it, she was a young lady.  She definitely took a lot from her Saunders side, favoring her mother’s side of the family considerably.  She still had her father’s eyes, though.  She was still a sweet girl who was determined to have her own family someday.  She certainly didn’t want to cause her parents as much trouble as Emma had.

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Note from Mao: Holy crap, Emily turned out amazing!  I’m still kind of shocked.  It’s hilarious what several generations of breeding will get you.  I didn’t start out with any default templates when I made my founding sims, they were all edited and tweaked.  So it’s definitely cool to see it carry through generations.

Sade and Michael autonomously stopped by the apartment, so I had them all go out for an adult outing.  Fou-Lu is a day from becoming an elder and Elena is getting close, too.  So they needed one last adult hurrah.

Emma, also, is a little brat.  She came over to see her parents and argued with them the ENTIRE TIME.  None of that was staged.  Any attempt made by Fou-Lu or Elena to speak to her resulted in negative reactions and Elena actually did get quite mad with her, lol.

Some outtake shots.  This one is from the diner.  Why is Countess Emily Saunders chatting up some random downtownie about potty training Selene?  Also, I just realized I have two Emily’s.  Oops.  I’ll just call one Countess and one not, lol.

Sade’s Awesome Tan isn’t just useful to her, but her friends, as well.  This cracked me up.

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.”

June 13, 2009

Davis – Round 25: ‘Leaving the Nest’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 12:16 pm

Fou-Lu Yu and Elena Davis have had a rocky relationship, but things are finally starting to even out for them.  Emma is heading off to college soon and little Emily is growing more everyday.

“You’ll love college,” Fou-Lu said to his daughter before leaving for the weekend.  He wouldn’t be around to see her off, so he was squeezing in some ‘fatherly advice’ while he could.  “Just remember, though, college boys are bad.  I should know, I was one.”

“Isn’t that why mum dumped you?  Didn’t she get pregnant before graduation?”

“And that’s exactly why you should avoid boys at all costs!”

Emma shook her head, “you don’t have to worry, dad.  I’m only interested in one boy and he’s the polar opposite of you.”

“Good girl.”

“Do you regret having me so young” Emma asked her mother at breakfast.  She was starting to get nervous.  Most of her things were packed already.

Elena thought about it for a moment, “not now, I mean, I still wonder what would have happened… but you were and are still my priority.  I wouldn’t have gone back and changed anything.”

“What about not telling dad and breaking up with him?”

“That’s complicated, Emma.  Relationships aren’t just black and white.  They’re complicated, they hurt, and a lot of times, you’d probably be better off without them,” Elena stared across the table at her daughter.  “I love your father, but that doesn’t mean our relationship was always the best at particular times.  Pushing and forcing things to fit doesn’t work.”

Emma tried not to notice that her mother had turned it around on her.  She finished up her pancakes and accepted her mother’s explanation for what it was, nothing more, nothing less.

With Emma gone, the house seemed strangely empty.  Even little Emily noticed the loss, preferring to sneak into Emma’s old room and sleep.  At first, Six wasn’t too happy about her bed being occupied, but she got over it.  Emily was company.  Six definitely missed Emma.

Everyone adjusted, though, and the days settled into a routinue.  Elena kept up her career and Fou-Lu spent time with Emily.  Of course, his true goal was to get Emily to say ‘dad’ before ‘mom’.  Elena just shook her head and made a face when he boasted that she’d totally do it.

She wondered how Emma was doing at school and hoped she wasn’t doing anything she’d regret.

Emily grew into an active child who loved jumping on the bed.  Elena would scold her, but Fou-Lu would usually encourage it or jump with her, much to Elena’s chagrin.  Emily definitely resembled her Saunders heritedge, looking very little like her parents and more like her grandpa Gordon and his sons.

The apartment was big, but clearly not big enough.  Emily found out that the restroom being connected to her parent’s bedroom was quite inconvenient.  She had several awkward exits, that’s for sure.  Thankfully, her parents were nonethewiser.  That was just one talk she really didn’t want to have, yet.

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Note from Mao: Emily looks SO MUCH like a Saunders it isn’t even funny.  I see no Yu there.  None.  Wow.  Also, Emma is at college now.  Also, sorry that this update was so disjointed.  I was trying to play through multiple crashes/etc.  I’ve also increased the picture size.

March 12, 2009

Davis – Round 24: ‘Emma’s Way’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:36 am

Fou-Lu Yu and Elena Davis have been together, on and off, for what seems like a lifetime.  They were perfectly happy with their daughter, Emma, but Elena had a surprise pregnancy and now Emily has joined them.  Will they all be able to adjust to the changes?

Elena had been dubious about another baby, she worked enough as it was, would she miss seeing this one, too?  She had been there for practically all of Emma’s firsts.  It almost seemed wrong to deny little Emily that right, too.  Still, Elena had been “alone” then.  Her parents had helped.  Fou-Lu was here now and he had every right to seeing the things he missed with Emma.

Babies were a new concept for Fou-Lu.  He vaguely remembered Zhou as a baby and he’d completely missed Emma’s early years.  Babies weren’t nearly as fun to interact with as toddlers or children, though, and he could certainly do without the dirty diapers.

Emma wasn’t nearly as accepting as her parents had hoped.  She stayed in her room often, citing that she needed “time alone”.  She didn’t necessarily dislike her younger sister, but her mind was preoccupied.  Gregory Anderson had gone to college and she was left here.  She had been convinced she had a chance, but if he was alone with Lydia?  That chance was dying with every passing day.  Emma still couldn’t wrap her mind around why Gregory was so adamantly going after a girl who didn’t seem to want him.  Sure, they had been friends forever, but she was poor and Gregory had things to accomplish.  Lydia couldn’t help with that, she wasn’t charming and cultured like Emma.

Elena and Fou-Lu tried to spend time with Emma, to show her that it wasn’t all about the new baby.  It was then that she revealed the baby wasn’t the reason for her being so sullen.  She told them to just leave her alone.  When she got up and went upstairs, Fou-Lu looked at Elena.

“When did she become a teenager?”

Elena cringed as she heard Emma’s door slam, “I don’t know.”

“I feel old,” Fou-Lu sighed.

“Me, too…”

Emma made a new friend, Daisy Saunders.  She was nice and smart, too.  Daisy had a twin, Sage, who was really popular but Emma didn’t really know her all that well.  From what she’d heard, she hung out with Jennifer Knight and Rosa Anderson.  Rosa was Lydia’s sister.  That was enough to make Emma stay away.

With her parents working a lot, Emma often got stuck babysitting her rapidly growing sister.  Emily was getting big, fast.  Emma was almost sad that she’d be leaving for college soon, probably not long after Emily was a child.  She’d miss really getting to bond with her sister.  Maybe having a sibling wasn’t so bad after all.  It was just too bad Elena couldn’t have had her earlier!

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Note from Mao: It seems strange to me that Elena and Fou-Lu will be elders soon.  That just seems wrong.  LOL!  Another generation in, another generation out.  Emma is a strange girl.  I’m interested what trouble she’ll cause next round in Uni.  She’s younger than Lydia and Gregory.

Also, a sidenote, I have a new blog Ocean’s 10.  I know, I know, another blog?  But it’s an easy one–it’s a VERY simple legacy type challenge where everyone uses the same founder.  Check it out for more info.  It won’t take away from BS.  I have too much free time right now, I’m already on round 25!

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