Boreal Springs

March 8, 2009

Anderson 4 – Round 24: ‘Run’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 8:56 pm

Gregory and Cara Anderson are nearing their twilight years while Gregory is on the cusp of becoming a young adult.

Roman isn’t quite sure what convinced Gordon to back off, but he was thankful.  He wasn’t about to go running headlong into anymore schemes.  He would spend his time tailoring Gregory to be the best heir he could.  Perhaps Gregory could achieve greatness without dirtying his hands.  Cara seemed pleased with her husband’s new found dedication to their son.

Of course, Roman wasn’t at all pleased to see that Gordon’s grandchild, Emma, seemed rather intent on Gregory.  Gregory was unmoved, though.  He hung out with Emma, but that was it.  He didn’t have any real interest in her past friendship.  Sure, she was pretty and girly, but… well, she knew she had money.  Gregory was a bit more humble.

“How can you hang out with Lydia?” Emma asked him, completely bewildered by their friendship.  “She doesn’t even have an inheritance!”

Gregory sighed, “money isn’t everything, Emma.”

“Says who?  Have you looked at your house recently, Gregory?  Sheesh,” she laughed, small and prettily, “you’d think you would be happy poor or something.”

“Maybe.”

She rolled her eyes, “I doubt it.”

Despite Emma’s attempts, Gregory’s interest in Lydia was unfaltering.  She was the one that made him smile just by dropping by or noticing him when they both happened to be in the same room.  They had been friends forever and natural progression dictated that they move onto something more.  Unfortunately, Lydia didn’t seem to agree.  She was still kind of put-off by the whole ‘relationship’ thing.  Gregory was her friend.  Can you really date your friend–the one you threw mud at?  Seriously.

Roman and Cara entered old age gracefully.  They’d built a good life for their son, that was certain.  Both were happy and satisfied with their particular careers.  Their marriage hadn’t been without its hills to climb, but they were still together.  Old age had softened Roman some, but not completely.  He was livid when he found out Gregory had lost one of his college scholarships.  He knew it was because of those girls constantly clamoring after him!

He lectured Gregory long and hard before he left for University.  If his grades slipped in University, he’d have to face Roman.  Gregory was suitably humbled by his father’s disapproval.  He had never really brought forth his wrath before and didn’t look forward to more of it.  Maybe Roman was right, he had been spending too much time focusing on girls… he had his future to think of.  If Lydia came around, she came around, otherwise?  He had to keep an eye on himself.

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Note from Mao: Both Lydia and Roman are now in University with Maggie.  Roman and Cara aged quite well, too!  Emma has a big crush on Gregory, but he doesn’t seem interested.

March 5, 2009

Saunders 2 – Round 24: ‘Carpe Diem, Baby, Pt. 5′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 1:55 pm

Gordon Saunders is realizing his immortality as the people he knew in his youth slowly give in to a peaceful death.  Lauren is up next.  Claude is bumbling through being a vampire while Emily is quite pleased with the immunity afforded to her by Gordon.

Claude isn’t quite sure what came over him, but he suddenly had the urge to propose to Emily.  She hadn’t dropped hints or anything, but cutting it off with Kit had been pretty serious business, so why stop there?  He felt bad about what happened with Kit, but hopefully she’d realize that it would never be that way between them.  He loved Emily, which he proved by going against his nature and promising to eventually make her his wife.

Lauren wasn’t quite sure how she felt about the nuptials, but she had little say.  Gordon had bigger news–they were moving.  They had outgrown this place and would be moving to a house more… fitting of their situation.  Lauren was really worried now.  It was bad enough being surrounded by vampires, but now it seemed she’d be stuck in a vampire lair, too!  Gordon promised her he had no such intentions.

The new house was quite luxurious, with accommodations to please everyone.  There was a grand piano for those who were musically inclined and a larger-than-life LCD television for the more discerning viewer.  Claude, of course, nearly watched himself into a stasis, marveling at the huge television, while Emily recaptured her youth on the piano.

Gordon hadn’t missed the news about Tracey’s death.  He saw her obituary in the paper.  It didn’t move him, though he knew Michael would be upset.  Not nearly as upset as most children, seeing as Tracey hadn’t raised him–Lauren did.  It was partially Gordon’s fault, but leaving him with Tracey hadn’t been an option.  Gordon did what he had to in order to protect his family.  Tracey was erratic and untrustworthy.  Who knew how Michael might have turned out if she’d gotten her claws in him too far.

Emily, meanwhile, was trying to integrate herself into the family.  She made friends with Lauren and made her an offer.  Lauren wholeheartedly refused, giving her a look of complete disapproval.

“Stop that,” she hissed, batting Emily away forcefully, “what do you think you’re doing?  You think Gordon and I haven’t already had this talk?  I know what death is like better than anyone.  I got a second chance.  That’s enough for me.  Besides, who wants to be an old and wrinkly vampire?!”

Emily sighed, “I can’t understand why you would want to die.”

“Of course you can’t,” Lauren softened, suddenly sympathetic, “few ever will… but I’m ready.  I won’t fight it.”

Emma came over frequently to see Gordon and make use of the grand piano.  Lauren tried to talk some sense into her, involving the new baby and her responsibilities as an older sister, but her advice fell on deaf ears.  Lauren tried to remember if she had ever been so young and stupid… of course she had.  Everyone had.  She sighed.  What would be would be.

Michael was there when Lauren died.  He had come home from work with her.  They were going to discuss her retirement and his taking of her position.  He didn’t want it, but she insisted with a kind smile and motherly hug.  He had two mothers die on him now, one he scarcely knew and now the one who had raised him.  It seemed wrong, to be forced into grieving twice… but it was the price.  His father would never die and so he would experience this.

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Note from Mao: Emily kept trying to vamp Lauren and Lauren refused her everytime!  They are friends, but Lauren’s got high skills.  Who knows.  She really just wanted to die in peace.  Poor Michael.  LOL he’s had two aspiration failures now…

February 9, 2009

Davis – Round 23: ‘Surprise!’

Filed under: Davis — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 12:03 am

Fou-Lu and Elena have finally reconciled, much to their daughter Emma’s delight.  They have no plans to get married anytime soon, but are enjoying their new found family dynamic.

Emma and Six continued to be inseparable.  Six would wait until Emma came home from school and their routine would begin.  Emma liked to watch television before she started her homework and Six would sit and watch as aptly as her childhood master.  It was an odd sight, a cat watching TV, but one that they became accustomed to.  Where Emma went, Six went.

Fou-Lu’s work schedule allowed him to spend an ample amount of time caring for and spending time with Emma.  It certainly made up for the years he’d been missing from her life (no choice on his part, he didn’t know she existed!)  He would keep an eye on her and then tuck in her when it was bed time.  He was still the same old Fou-Lu, but caring for Emma caused him to be a little bit more grown up.  He learned to consider her before himself.

Elena, unfortunately, did not have the ability to spend heaps of time with Emma.  Her job kept her very busy and while she wanted to succeed, she was beginning to feel a pang of jealousy for all the time Emma and Fou-Lu had together.  She felt like she was slowly slipping out of Emma’s life and off the radar.  When Emma brought her report card home, she usually ran past her and to Fou-Lu.  Of course, Emma also knew that Elena was very busy and probably just didn’t want to bother her.

It was a horrible thought.  Elena wished she had more time to spend with her daughter.

When Elena voiced her concerns to Fou-Lu, he told her not to worry about it.  That Emma didn’t like him anymore than he liked her and she was being silly.  Emma was more like Elena than him, so he assured her that it was simply a matter of her knowing and not wanting to interfere with Elena’s ambitions.  It comforted Elena a little, but she was still determined to spend more time with her daughter.

Little did she know something was in the works to guarantee her plenty of time…

Elena found out, quite abruptly, that she was pregnant.  It was a shock, to be sure.  She had been on the job and had to run off-stage to go puke her guts out.  After several more bouts of completely unbearable nausea, she went to the doctor’s.  When she came home with the news, Fou-Lu was happy, but Emma was a bit put off.  She wasn’t ready to share her parents.

“You’re going to look like a beachball!  Beachballs are gross!”

“How do you think she looked with you, brat?” Fou-Lu countered good-naturedly.

“Not like a beachball!”

As Elena’s pregnancy advanced, so did Emma’s age.  She was soon a teenager and filled with a teenager’s concerns and whims.  She still wasn’t pleased about the impending addition.  She really didn’t want to have to share her parents.  She had been the baby, and she liked it.  She was spoiled.

“Come on, Em.  You know that’s not true.  We love you, and a baby won’t change that,” Elena tried to reassure her daughter.

“But you’ll be so busy with the new baby and you’ll think ‘well, Emma is old enough, she can care for herself’ and I’ll be left out in the cold!”

Elena sighed, “you know that’s ridiculous.  Stop it.  We love you.”

“Yeah, well,” Emma began, indignant, “if you start ignoring me, I’ll run away to Grandpa Gordon’s!  He’ll still love me…”

Eventually, Emma came around, not completely, but enough.  She would try to feel when the baby kicked and was quite fascinated by the way the pregnancy progressed.  It wasn’t as gross as it had been when she was younger.  She still didn’t want to share, but maybe being a big sister wouldn’t be completely awful… besides, they had found out it was a girl and having a little sister was a much better prospect than having a baby brother!

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Note from Mao: Elena did give birth, but it was after the round was over (I couldn’t wait to see it).  It was a girl named Emily… with, get this, the ANDERSON skintone.  WTF?  Anyway, you’ll see her next round.  Oh, and I lost the picture, but Emma has a big crush on Gregory Anderson, FYI.

Also, during this round, I was met with a MAJOR surprise.  All of the sudden, I heard BOOOOING!  So I looked around and saw Viola slapping Patrick silly.  Uh oh!  Someone’s been busted!  I had completely forgot that he and the landlord were semi-lovers and yeah.  The BBQ turned into Jerry Springer.

So, that’ll be something to deal with next round.  Note that Patrick is right there, too.  sigh.

February 6, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 23: ‘Womanizer, Pt. 5′

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 10:53 am

Patrick O`Hanlon isn’t exactly skilled at being faithful, but still, he’s married Viola in an attempt to placate his mother and be with his son.

Viola enjoyed spending time with Francis–she especially liked teaching him nursery rhymes.  She had never thought she would find motherhood so rewarding, but Francis was such an easy going and likable child.  She felt a distant pang in her heart watching him grow.  He had been an accident, but now their life seemed stable and something inside her demanded something more, perhaps a bigger family?  Patrick wouldn’t be nearly as welcoming of the idea, though.

Despite the hurried nature of their courtship and eventual marriage, Viola and Patrick got along well.  They rarely fought and Viola didn’t ask questions when he was busy with long hours on shoots.  She had known going into this that there was a chance of infidelity.  She knew she was fooling herself, that ignorance isn’t always bliss, but why force yourself to see something?  She was enjoying her family and the idea of normalcy.  Patrick indulged her quite a bit.  He wasn’t a faithful husband, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care for Viola or Francis.  He just had a bit of a problem.

Of course, if Patrick didn’t want Viola to find out, perhaps he’d think better than to get involved with a neighbor.  Calista was a fan and well, things went a bit farther than intended.  It was the first time Patrick really stepped outside of his circle and he wasn’t really willing to stoop back down to that level afterward.  It was one thing to cheat with co-stars, he could claim chemistry, or the forced nature of on-screen romances.  A neighbor who was a fan?  Well, there really wasn’t much of an explanation there.  He’d have to watch his steps carefully.

Especially now that Francis was a child and a clever one at that.  He had definitely inherited his father’s keen intellect.  Hopefully he didn’t also inherit his father’s amorous ways.  He enjoyed both his parents quite a bit and couldn’t pick between the two.  Hopefully he wouldn’t ever have to.  For the time being, he was oblivious to his father’s many affairs and he thought his home life to be a happy one.

He was a handsome child, and likable, too.  He was already popular at a young age.

He even made friends with his neighbor, Emma Davis.  She was a few grades higher than him, but they were neighbors, so they got along well.  Unfortunately, their friendship wouldn’t last long–she’d be going to middle school soon and leaving Francis behind.

Francis rarely made trouble and he was content to read while his mother took a much-needed nap.  She seemed to be tired a lot lately.

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Note from Mao: Francis turned out adorable!  Viola does want another child, but we’ll see what ACR dictates.  It’s a battle of Family VS Romance!

January 18, 2009

Davis – Round 22: ‘You Turn the Screws, End’

Filed under: Davis,Yu — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:37 am

Emma was ecstatic when her father, Fou-Lu Yu, moved in with them at the new place Elena had procured.  He even brought a present–Six, a very fluffy, very cute cat.  She spent a great bit of time cuddling and loving Six and in return, Six pretty much followed her around throughout the house.  Elena had been apprehensive about having a cat, she had been raised with dogs, but found that Emma’s fondness or Six couldn’t be compromised.

Gordon had sent over a very nice piano as a gift for Emma.  She was starting piano lessons, something she enjoyed more than the violin, she found.  Six would try and sing along, mewling along with the notes as Emma effortlessly played.  She was talented like her father and her mother, that was for certain.

Of course, when Emma was at school, Fou-Lu and Elena were making their own use of the new furniture.  Probably not what it had been intended for.  Neither of them really spoke very much about taking it any further than this.  Fou-Lu was just happy to be with Elena and Emma and Elena still couldn’t think about anything serious past this.  She wasn’t sure why.  She had always loved Fou-Lu, but she couldn’t really allow herself to be locked into it.  It was strange, because she was the responsible one.  You’d think she’d want a commitment, not the easygoing, childish Fou-Lu.

Elena got quite the surprise one night.  While Fou-Lu was out of town for a few days, her entire family popped up on her stoop at 1am.  Okay, maybe not all at once, they certainly wouldn’t fit, but Michael and Sade came first, followed shortly after by Gordon, Lauren, and Claude.  Once she managed to shuffle them all quietly into the livingroom, she demanded an explanation.

“Dad called and told me to check on you,” Michael offered first, followed by Sade:

“And I was coming, too.”

“Your father, in his infinite wisdom, forgot that Sade was pregnant and so tried to call them back and tell them it was all right, he’d go,” Lauren added, followed by Claude:

“And then I said, no, mom, let us go.  We’re the men.”

“And then she slapped him and we all came,” Gordon finished, looking up at her, smiling.  “We were worried about you.  There’s… some things going down, Elena.  You and Emma being alone at night, it’s worrying.”

While Elena read their father the riot act on how she’s a grown woman and she can take care of herself and her family, Claude decided to get Michael in even more hotwater than he already was.  Trying to sneak off at 1am does not usually go over well with a pregnant wife.

“Sade, really, should you be out walking around and stuff?  You look pretty pregnant,” Claude said, not trying to sound insensitive, but he was Claude and so, well, yeah.

Michael shot him a look from behind Sade, as if to say, ‘are you trying to get me killed?’

“Do you enjoy having fangs, Claude?” Was all Sade said, her voice hard and terse.  Claude shivered and said nothing more.  “That’s what I thought.”

He sent his half-brother a look of pure sympathy and apology.

Suddenly, Emma came shuffling down the steps.  She saw everyone gathered and quickly ran towards them, arms outstretched.  Gordon was already standing.  He embraced his granddaughter quite snugly, glad to see she was all right.

“Grandpa!  What are you doing here?” Emma asked, fully aware of the time.

“Just… talking with your mother,” Gordon offered, then smiled.  “Do you like your piano?”

“Oh, yes!  It’s fantastic!  Do you want me to play it for you?”

Elena tried to say no, but tomorrow was Saturday and everyone was here already.  She looked at her mother, “we should probably go make some breakfast.”

Michael glared at Claude and said, “and you should probably get me a suitcase, because if this idiot keeps talking, I’m either going to be dead or kicked out!”

“I’m going next door to see Patrick,” Sade said stiffly.

Fou-Lu returned, none-the-wiser about the criminal activity nor the fact that Elena’s father and entire family had been collected in the livingroom.  Elena had told Emma that some things involving Grandpa Gordon were best left unsaid.  Emma thought she understood and so remained quiet.  Their routinue continued.  Emma was definitely happy her parents were together.  There was always someone there with her, especially Fou-Lu.  He normally only worked weekends and was home all day during the week.  She got away with a lot when Fou-Lu was with her, but she was still sure to always do her homework.

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Note from Mao: It would only make sense for Gordon to want to check in on Elena after what happened with Claude.  He knew Michael would be too smart to fall for anything, since Michael knows what and who he is and has for a better part of his life.  It was still hilarious to see them all clustered in the livingroom.  Poor Michael.  Elena and Fou-Lu, thankfully, make use of the bed more than the couch.  Emma and Six are inseperable.

January 8, 2009

Yu – Round 22: ‘Still Waiting, Pt. 2′

Filed under: Yu — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:23 am

Tsung and Lilith Yu have been married a long time.  They’ve survived their youngest son getting his girlfriend pregnant during university, but aren’t sure they can survive going without an heir.  Zhou and River seem a bit too easy-going to really care much for traditional values.

Lilith had heard about the mishap at the Anderson manor firsthand from her friend and protege, Isolde Anderson.  Isolde was off at Uni now and she called Lilith frequently to try and get a handle on her new… abilities.  Lilith was doing her best to keep her from going entirely over to the dark side.

“Just be careful, don’t do anything hasty,” Lilith said into the receiver in a low voice, “especially anything involving dead people.  Trust me… it’s more trouble than it’s worth.”

Tsung overheard the conversation and confronted his wife.  Lilith was about as receptive as ever.

“I know what I’m doing, Tsung.”

“Do you really?” He insisted.  “The last time you messed with this stuff, someone dead was suddenly alive and my best friend grew fangs.”

Lilith rolled her eyes, “technicalities!  I’ve got this under control.”

River, meanwhile, was spending a lot of time in bed.  At first, she thought that she might have the flu that had been going around.  It soon seemed apparent that wasn’t the case.  Vaguely, she thought that she might be pregnant.  It seemed weird to think about–pregnancy.  Was she ready to be a mother, would she ever be?  She would certainly be older than most mothers of young children.

She thought of her own mother, who was now dead, and felt a little guilty.  She loved her mom, but she’d always grew up knowing she was unhappy caring for them and so… she wasn’t sure she could be a good mom, either.

As she began feeling worse, she decided to go to the doctor, without telling anyone why, past the simple fact she felt sick.  It was set in stone there–River was pregnant.  She came home and waited for Zhou to get back from work to tell him.  She wasn’t entirely sure how he’d take the news, especially since she sprung it on him in the midst of their time together.  But when she had to run to the bathroom and throw up, she decided he needed to know.

“I kind of figured,” he said casually.  “Mom, actually, was the first one to mention it.  I was just waiting for you to say something.  I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.”

“I’m happy, just a little scared.”

“It’ll be fine, River.  You’re not your brother or your mother.  We can handle this.”

Thanks to the flu epidemic that was quickly spreading, Fou-Lu brought Elena and Emma over for some chicken soup.  It was also a good time for everyone to see how much Emma had grown.  Lilith was glad to see her granddaughter and hoped, that finally, her other son would be able to not screw up this time.

Emma wasn’t shy, despite being surrounded by virtual strangers.  She’d always seen her mother’s side as her family, but meeting her father’s side was fun, too.  She saw that her personality was more geared towards them than her grandma and grandpa Saunders.

It was also a good time to announce, officially that River was pregnant.  Not that there was much announcement required–she was already showing.

Tsung hadn’t been present for the dinner, but when he arrived home for work, he was sure to speak with Emma privately.  He wanted to be sure she wasn’t going to be another Lilith.  He loved his eccentric wife dearly, but what she did was dangerous.

“Don’t worry, grandpa.  I’m not really into that stuff.  Besides, you’re a little late.  You know my grandpa Gordon, right?”

Tsung sighed, nodding his head.  He’d nearly forgotten.  Now they shared a relation.  “Yes, Emma, he’s a–”

“Vampire!” She added enthusiastically, turning on her heel and heading off to find her mother.


Tsung didn’t have long to let it sink in that his little granddaughter already had the concept of vampires down.  Fou-Lu found him in the kitchen and cornered him.  Of course, he should have known the visit didn’t come without strings.  Fou-Lu wanted his part of the estate, in cash.  Not for anything shady, but for Elena and Emma.

“Wouldn’t you rather wait?  It will be there when you retire and you have a good job, Fou-Lu,” Tsung advised.

“Working nights and going out of town all the time–it’s okay now, but not forever.  Dad, please?  Let me worry about the future.”

Tsung sighed, “I don’t know, Fou-Lu.  It’s never been one of your strongsuits…”

The snow really started coming down, so Fou-Lu, Elena, and Emma had to leave before the roads got bad.  It was a long drive back to Aperture.  Lilith walked them out the door and gave her son and embarassingly close hug.

“Don’t worry, sweetie.  You’ll get your money–just don’t screw up this time, okay?”

Lilith had such a way with maternal endearments…

Meanwhile, River’s stomach continued to grow and so did the baby inside.  The more she thought about it, the more comfortable she became with the idea.  It was just one baby.  She could handle that.  Her job involved more thought than most normal people were capable of–surely she could care for a little infant.  And, she had the support of Zhou and her in-laws.  Lilith was quirky, but she knew her stuff, and Tsung was plenty level-headed.  It was Zhou she had to worry about.

“Remember, Zhou, it’s not a bird,” she said everytime he insisted on talking to her stomach.

“Why do you keep thinking I’m going to teach it to swear?” He said, mock-offended, before adding, “That’s a few years away!”

Finally, little Fujin Yu entered the world.  Another baby boy–the Yu tradition still kept going strong, complete with the skintone and the almond brown eyes.

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Note from Mao: Whew!  Long update.  Sorry about that and for the wait.  GTA IV kind of absorbed my soul, but that’s been going on awhile now.  ;)   I’m planning on doing some simming today, so hopefully I’ll have some updates throughout the weekend.

I’m so glad their child has the Yu traits!  I was worried they’d have an alien baby, LOL.  I should note that while I say that skintone is Yu, it isn’t.  But it’s what all the friggin’ Yus end up with because of Eileen O`Hanlon marrying into the brood way-back-when. ;)

December 18, 2008

Anderson 4 – Round 21: ‘Sledgehammer, Pt. 2′

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 3:23 pm

Roman and Cara are having some difficulities with their marriage, but are too preoccupied with their careers to really take notice.  Little Gregory is growing quickly and is finding he has his own personality quite different from that of his parents.

Roman found himself in the midst of an affair with his store manager, Patricia Moreno.  He’s already put her up in a swanky condo dangerously close to Patrick O`Hanlon (a detail he didn’t realize until it was too late), now she had taken to publicly showing her affection.  If Roman wasn’t careful, he’d find his misdeed plastered all over tomorrow’s tabloids.

He did care for Patricia, especially since he was sure Cara had done something, but it wasn’t so deep he’d ruin everything he built.

It was getting increasingly harder to hide his activities from his family at home.  Gregory was old enough to know that Roman was often gone very late into the night and had taken to questioning him.  Of course, Roman could still blame such things on his businesses, but soon?  Gregory would be old enough to see the signs and then there would be trouble.  Gregory would go to Cara’s side and the walls would be erected.  Roman would not lose his protege.

Of course, the world doesn’t necessarily revolve around Roman’s plans.  Karma would always come to collect.  He received a phone call one pleasant midday, directly in front of Cara, from Patricia.  He moved out of earshot and proceeded to chide her quite sternly for calling his home.

‘I’m sorry, but we need to meet.  Soon,’ Patricia’s voice pleaded from the receiver.

“I can’t, it’s not convenient,” Roman snapped back, looking over his shoulder at Cara.

‘If you don’t meet me, I’ll come there.  This is important, Roman.  I have to see you now.’

Roman sighed and relented.  They’d meet somewhere discrete.  Roman left under the guise of going to check on a business, saying something had happened and they needed him.

What he was greeted with he hardly expected.  Patricia was pregnant.  How long, he couldn’t know.  He could have sworn he had been careful, but he’d never thought to question Patricia.  Roman thought she understood their arrangement.  Apparently, she hadn’t.  Now he was faced with a bastard child his family could never know about.  If the child looked anything like him, it’d be impossible to hide.  He needed a plan and fast.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Patricia asked, waiting for some reaction past the mild annoyance that crossed Roman’s face.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Roman muttered, glancing around, seeing River Yu behind them.  She wasn’t one for gossip.  Still, he pulled Patricia away from her vantage and continued, “this is a mistake.  A mess.  I’ll clean it up.”

“But Roman–”

His grip on her tightened and her eyes widened, “Listen to me, Patricia.  How stupid do you think people are?  That child could take me down and I won’t have it.  Don’t call, I’ll contact you.  I’ll clean this up.  You’ll do what I say is best.”

Patricia nodded, a little frightened.  She knew it wasn’t good but she truly had thought it was this bad either.

Meanwhile, Gregory was making friends.  He brought Lydia Anderson home from school and while they shared a last name, they shared no true relation.  They quickly became best friends and even though they got yelled at for playing catch indoors, they spent a lot of time at Gregory’s.  Lydia was a little sheepish to bring him to her house, seeing as he was loaded and well, her family was not.

Much to Roman’s chagrin, Gregory also made friends with Emma Davis.  She was Elena Davis’ daughter, Gordon’s adoptive daughter.  It was well-known that Emma and Elena were both very favored by Gordon.  Roman had already set his plan into motion involving getting Gordon back for his trickery, but he really didn’t want Gregory caught in the middle.

Of course, before Roman could truly proceed with his other plans, he had to first take care of his little mess involving Patricia.  As much as he was loathe to do so, he contacted Nevio.  Nevio, of course, had much to say about Roman’s little… accident.

“I knew you were up to something,” Nevio grinned, eyes narrowed.  “But I didn’t think it was that.”

Roman rolled his eyes, “All right, you’ve had your laugh.  Are you done?  Good.  Because now I need to ask you a favor.”

At this, Nevio’s eyebrows quirked upwards, “Me?  Seriously?  This should be good.”

“You’re going to make sure no one ties together the fact that Patricia’s child is mine.

“Oh, right, and how am I going to do that?”

“By marrying her.”

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Note from Mao: I really didn’t intend for Patricia to end up pregnant, woops.  Now that she is, I have to add her to the rotation… and well, the easiest way is to stick her with Nevio, LOL!  How convenient that Roman and Cara’s bolts went back to three.  Sheesh.  Sorry it’s taken me so long to update.  I finally got GTA IV running smoothly and well, between that and the crazy hours I’m working, yeah.

December 12, 2008

Saunders 2 – Round 21: ‘You Turn the Screws, Pt. 6′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:05 am

Gordon may be a vampire and the current head of the criminal element that plagues Aperture and Boreal Springs, but that doesn’t mean he’s heartless.  He’s taken in his adoptive daughter after her surprise pregnancy.  Can Elena get back on her feet and find a place of her own with Emma?

Elena felt like a large weight had been lifted from her shoulders.  She had been apprehensive about introducing Emma to her father, Fou-Lu Yu, but her step-brother Michael had insisted.  Now, things were easier.  She didn’t have to tip-toe around or worry about him finding out.  He knew, he visited, and that was that.  Emma had her father in her life and Elena didn’t have to feel guilty or pressured into anything serious with Fou-Lu.  She still wasn’t sure what she wanted, only that she needed to get out of her parents house.

Fou-Lu was still Fou-Lu, but he had grown up… a little.  At least, enough to consider Elena’s feelings and thoughts on the matter.  They discussed her recent climb to fame and how close she was getting to the top.  It was important to her to fulfill her dream, but only if it didn’t take away from Emma.  Elena’s eyes had seriously been opened by motherhood and it made her all the more protective of her situation.

Of course, Fou-Lu had to be a typical male and suggest something Elena was never, ever considering.

“Be serious, Lu, you can’t even take care of yourself.  You’re living with Michael and Sade.  Willingly.” Elena snapped, but her tone softened as she realized this wasn’t the way to go about it.  She cleared her throat and continued.  “We’ll always have what we did, but we both know it won’t go down that road.  I’ve got Emma to consider and as far as I can see… you’re just not ready for the full responsibility.”

“You’re not really giving me a chance to be,” Fou-Lu countered, surprising her.  “Visiting is nice, but how can I prove anything to you when you’re always over my shoulder?  She’s my daughter, too, Elena.  It’s one thing for you to keep her from me and never plan to tell me she existed… but to act like I’d hurt her because I’m such an idiot?  That’s cold, even for you.”

Elena thought about it as Fou-Lu left and realized he was right.

Despite their constant arguments, they still fell into the trap they’d always been victim to, even as teens.  There was nothing serious there, Elena made that much clear.  They were simply adults being adults.  They just happened to have a mutual interest–Emma.  Aside from that, no one owed anyone anything.

A big reason for that was Elena’s new gig…

She was working directly with Shang Yu.  He was still heavily in the business, but he was stepping out of the limelight and going into producing and funding.  It was a natural progression for someone of his talents.  It was only a matter of time before the two came across one another, as they thrived in the same circle.  Elena was dancing for one the bands Shang had endorsed and so they rekindled their easy friendship.  He was a good man to know, and very wise, despite his womanizing and casual way of speaking.

Elena was delighted when Emma showed an apititude for music.  It was in her blood, though mostly from Fou-Lu’s side.  The Yus were quite well-known for their natural affinity for music.  It had been that way for a long, long while.  Elena did her best to encourage her daughter and Fou-Lu helped, having more training with instruments than Elena.  Emma took over Elena’s old violin and enjoyed it quite profusely, though she desperately wanted a piano.  Gordon was set to indulge her, but Elena put a cut on that.  She wouldn’t have Emma spoiled by her vampiric grandfather.

It was true, Gordon was quick to take care of Emma just as he was Elena when he’d taken in with Lauren.  He wasn’t quite sure what it was about girls, only that they were much easier to deal with than boys.  He didn’t even want to think about Claude.  Last he had heard from Michael–thanks to Sade–Claude was sleeping his way through college.  He didn’t have the heart to tell Lauren.

So he focused his attention on Emma and while he knew Elena wanted to leave, he’d much rather them stay.  They would be safe and provided for here.

Unfortunately, Elena had found a place.  She was excited and quick to share the news at breakfast.  Lauren was happy for her, but just as apprehensive as Gordon.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?  I mean, by yourself, in the city…”

“Don’t be so old-fashioned,” Elena chided, looking to Emma.  “Won’t it be fun, Emma?  A house of our own!”

“Will it have a yard?” She asked excitedly.

Elena laughed, “probably not, but there’s a park!”

“Can we get a pet??”

“Maybe, but we’ll have to see…”

Despite his thoughts against it, Gordon had ensured the place was safe.  He even ‘got to know’ the landlord in case there were any problems.  Elena and Emma were oblivious to his shady insurances and were instead quite pleased with themselves.  Girl power, and all that mumbo-jumbo.  Elena was just happy to be with Emma and Emma was happy to have her mom.  She wasn’t like other moms, she was the cool mom, and she danced!  How much cooler could you get?

She did wish her dad was coming, too, though.  Now that she was a kid, she had even more fun with Fou-Lu.

——————

Note from Mao: Elena and Emma are happily residing in a not-so-apartment building in Aperture now.  Hooray!  I felt really bad separating Emma and Gordon, though.  They had a high relationship.  He would always tuck her in as soon as she went to bed and would read to her as she fell asleep.  I’ve never seen the interaction before, has anyone else?

I caught a picture, but forgot to select him so the icon showed.  He sat next to the bed with a book and read aloud while she slept.  SO CUTE.

November 29, 2008

Saunders 3 – Round 20: ‘You Turn the Screws, Pt. 5′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 2:28 pm

Michael Saunders is happy to be out of University, but is a little unsure about dealing with Fou-Lu and Elena’s messy situation.

Michael found an apartment quickly in Aperture.  It wasn’t hard, it seemed as if they were going up all over the place.  Fou-Lu came with him.  He felt bad about the whole thing between him and Elena and he knew that Fou-Lu deserved to know the truth, even if he was a bit immature.  So Michael took it upon himself to make things right.

Elena had called him not too long after they moved in and said she was willing to come over.

Michael passed the news onto Fou-Lu, warning him against any of his silliness.  Fou-Lu simply laughed him off, wondering what Michael was talking about.

“I’m only telling you because I don’t want you to die of shock,” Michael began, his voice taciturn, “Elena left because she was pregnant.  You have a daughter, Fou-Lu.”

Fou-Lu’s only reaction was uproarious laughter.  When he finally finished, the look he gave Michael bordered on ridiculous.  He obviously thought this was all a big joke, “very funny, Michael.  She couldn’t keep that a secret for years!”

“And yet she did,” Michael replied, not sharing in his friend’s amusement, “She’ll be over soon.  Compose yourself.  If you mess this up, I’m kicking you out.”

Just as Michael expected, Elena arrived an hour or so later with little Emma in her arms.  Michael had already seen his niece several times and so wasn’t surprised by how much she had grown.  He made sure to warn Elena, though.

“This is going to be a shock, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t react well.”

Elena sighed, “I don’t even know why I’m doing this.”

“Because it’s the right thing to do.  Come in, you can’t delay the inevitable any longer…”

Fou-Lu wasn’t nearly as shocked as Elena had anticipated, leading her to believe that her brother may have betrayed her confidences.  She let it slide and instead introduced Fou-Lu to Emma.  The resemblance was remarkable, there was no denying she was his daughter.  Elena was a little upset that little Emma didn’t seem to look anything at all like her, except for her thick hair.

Instead of being angry or upset, Fou-Lu took Emma and began to play with her.  He joked around and was casual, it put Elena at ease.  She was sure he would demand to know where they stood.  Instead, he focused on Emma.  Visits would become a common occurence.  Michael had been right, Emma needed to know her father, even if he was a child himself.

As if dealing with that situation wasn’t enough, Michael was surprised to answer his door one afternoon only to find Patrick O`Hanlon outside.  He said little to Michael before shoudlering his way in, forcing Michael to close the door and follow him, apprehension written on his face.  Patrick and Michael had always been friends… but tense ones.  Sade was a major factor in this.

“Michael, you’ve got to help me,” Patrick said, his voice low and conspiratorial.  “Sade is driving me crazy! She’s flaking out on University and staying at my place and now I’ve got a guest, and well, I need her to get lost.  She’s my sister and all, but she’s driving me insane!”

Was Patrick kidding?  Michael hoped his surprise didn’t show on his face.  He certainly didn’t want Sade here, not for all the money in the world.  That was dangerous.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea–”

“Why not?” Patrick interrupted, clapping him on the arm, “I’ve always trusted you, Michael.  You’re the only one who can do this for me.  You and Fou-Lu can keep an eye on her while I regain my sanity.  Come on, how can you turn me down?”

He was right, how could he?  With a heavy sigh, Michael relented.

It took a weekend for Sade to pop up.  Michael had returned from running some errands to find the house empty–Fou-Lu had been spending a lot of time with Elena and Emma lately.  He walked into his room only to find Sade.  It was hard not to notice that she definitely wasn’t a teenager and while she was still a little younger than him, the gap was a lot smaller now.  She smiled, as if she was completely oblivious to the fact she was missing most of her clothes.  What had happened to him and what was she doing?

“Sade, what are you doing?” He demanded, looking past her and out the window.

She laughed and patted the bed, “Patrick told me to come here.  So I made myself comfortable!”

Michael said nothing.  He simply turned around and exited the room.  Sade watched him go, frowning.  Well, that obviously didn’t work.

Sade continued to drop in uninvited, but kept her clothes on for the most part.  Michael avoided her as often as he could, which wasn’t hard.  His job had him traveling a lot.  He spent a lot of time going to Universities and lecturing on physics and aiding with certain research.  It was pretty much nerd work, but he made quite a bit at it, which was how he could afford housing two other people who didn’t pay a single bit of rent.

He would have to call Patrick and let him know that this wasn’t going to work out.  He’d have to take care of Sade himself.  Did Patrick truly have no idea what he had done by putting her here?

———————

Note from Mao: Oh my GOD, ACR has made my sims go crazy.  Sade on the bed?  ACR DID IT, LOL!  ACR has decreed that Michael and Sade are each one’s One True Sim… which equals hilarity and awkwardness.  Fortunately, Michael is a more shy person and so it’s usually Sade chasing him around and trying to flirt/etc.  Oh geeze.  ACR has made my sims into horny teenagers, LOL.  Don’t even ask me what happened when Elena and Fou-Lu were left alone in the apartment…

September 30, 2008

Saunders 2 – Round 20: ‘You Turn the Screws, Pt. 4′

Filed under: Davis — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:53 pm

[Family image postponed until I can get SimPE functioning properly.  For some reason, sims are missing portraits and blank?  They have no portrait file!]

Elena was happily welcomed home by both Gordon and Lauren.  While Elena was not his biological daughter, Gordon treated her every bit as if she was of his own.  He had been worried about her situation with Fou-Lu and was thankful that she seemed to have gotten her head back and was persuing her dream.

Claude, meanwhile, took little notice to his half-sister rejoining the family.  He was too caught up in his romantic pursuits.  Senior year had been a whirlwind of action for him.  He was planning on going to University, so he had to get in as much time with the girls at high school as he could.  There would be newer and more mature conquests waiting for him on campus!

He was, however, amused by his mother’s constant prodding of Elena.  She was concerned about the situation with Fou-Lu, especially now.  They weren’t dating, but Lauren knew that they had been ‘seeing’ one another, despite their broken up status, in university.  Elena told her mother to mind her own business, that she was an adult, but Lauren couldn’t help but feel there was more to the story.

Michael knew better, in fact, he came over one afternoon to confront Elena.  After she and Fou-Lu had hooked up briefly in university, she had stopped calling him.  In fact, she downright refused to see him.  Michael had been shocked when this happened, but even more shocked when Elena opted out of moving into an apartment with him–as they had originally planned–and moving back home.  Now Michael was rooming with Fou-Lu and he wanted to know what was going on.

“Be quiet, Michael,” Elena hushed him, eyes narrowed.  Lauren was nearing them and she was worried she’d overhear.  “I’m already getting grilled by mom!”

“Is it any wonder?  What’s going on, Elena?  You’ve never been like this with me…”

“Just don’t worry about it, okay?  And tell Fou-Lu to stop calling.  We’re over.”

Everyone concerning themselves with Elena’s odd behavior had taken notice off Claude’s escapades.  Gordon no longer lectured him and his mother no longer sighed and looked disappointed.  He was leaving for University and the freedom would be welcome.  He’d leave Elena here to keep his parents preoccupied.

“I told you to stop calling,” Elena said harshly into the receiver.  Her hand fell on her stomach subconsciously and her heart tightened.  “I don’t want to see you, all right?  Just leave me alone.”

Fou-Lu was repentant and confused, but he eventually hung up and gave Elena her wish.  She hated to do this, but what other choice did she have?  She had found out she was pregnant shortly before leaving University.  Her dreams were crushed, the dancing troupe that had offered her a spot had revoked it.  They couldn’t wait nine months.

Elena couldn’t tell Fou-Lu, there was just no way.  He was barely responsible enough to handle a relationship, much less a baby.

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