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.

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 5, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 26: ‘Out of Touch’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:46 am

Patrick and Viola O`Hanlon have a rather rocky marriage, thanks mostly to Patrick’s wandering eye.  Francis is following in his father’s footsteps while little Deidre innocently prefers friends to lovers (so far).  Can they hold it together?

Years down the line, the family would say, “it all began with burnt omelets”.  Because, of course, that’s where it all started.  The single event that sent a bunch of ripples outward, affecting everyone and everything in its path.  Viola was especially touchy that morning.  When questioned how she, a normally proficient cook, managed to char breakfast, she was quick and snappy.

“Sometimes, people burn things.  It happens.”

Sure, it happens–to pregnant people and those not so proficient in cooking… not to Viola, who was very much not-pregnant and a good cook.

Everyone was suitably baffled.

Despite the issue with breakfast, life continued normally for a time.  Deidre wanted to excel in school, so Patrick helped her with her homework.  He vaguely wondered how his life would be different if he’d chosen the path of knowledge as opposed to that of fame, fortune, and leading ladies.  It was a bit late for that, though.

Patrick and Francis were both there for the melt-down.  Neither of them really knew what to do or how to act.  They just stared dumbly at Viola, sitting on the floor, staring into space.  She’d lost her freaking mind.  One minute, she was fine, the next… she just collapsed and went catatonic.

It was as if something inside her just snapped, like a delayed synapse in her brain.  She realized–as she had realized several times prior, but this time, there was profound clarity–that she’d spent almost her entire adult life married to an egotistical philanderer.  Her self-esteem had been sabotaged, her integrity stomped upon.

Viola was suddenly very, very angry.

Francis was there when he saw his mother jump up and out-right clock his father.  Mentally, he made a note not to cross his mother.  She gave him a very terse look and her voice lowered to a decibel he didn’t think possible.

“Leave, Francis.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.  Francis was gone.  He was sure that sometime later, in his young adult life, he’d recall this scene.  He’d be sitting on a plush couch across from his therapist, trying to get to the bottom of his dysfunction.

Patrick was, of course, suitably surprised.  I mean, Viola got upset, sure, but she’d never threatened his good looks.  She hit him where it hurts, in the nose, and boy did it hurt.  Where did she learn to punch like that?

“What’s gotten into you?!”

“Something that should’ve done so a long time ago,” Viola retorted angrily.  “Get out of my room.  Now.”

“Viola, what the hell?  Deidre is right outside.”

Viola took a breath, “be glad I’m not kicking you out completely!”

The days after were tense ones riddled with questions and confusion.  Patrick himself still didn’t know what the hell was going on.  Viola had snapped, she’d lost her last marble.  He was almost afraid he would go to sleep only to not wake up.  He was tempted to get a place, but worried about damaging the kids.

“Are you guys getting divorced?” Francis asked, trying to hide his sadness.

“Er, no,” Patrick said, noting that Viola was behind them, angrily washing dishes.  “Your mother just… needs… some space.  That’s all.”

Deidre was young, but not stupid.  She knew what was going on.  Her parents were being grouchy and crazy.  She was just as worried as Francis was.

“You can’t get divorced!” Deidre exclaimed to her mother.  “Are you trying to ruin my life?”

“What are you talking about?” Viola asked, startled.

“You’re fighting with daddy and Francis says that you’re the reason he was walking around with a steak on his face.”

Viola sighed, “sometimes, grown-ups fight.  Especially married ones.  No one has said anything about divorce yet…”

“Good, because I can’t come from a broken home.  I’m not even in middle school yet!”

Patrick was at a loss.  He really had no clue what to do.  He wasn’t about to run up to Viola and have a chat, he’d nearly lost his last role thanks to her number on his nose.  Broken, busted noses might work for comedians, but Patrick was a leading man–he needed his natural good looks!

Michael Saunders was wondering why he always got dragged into other people’s problems.  He wasn’t much of a problem-solver like his father.  He didn’t have the tact for it.

“You have got to tell me what the hell is up with my wife!  She’s lost her damn mind.”

“Maybe she finally came to the realization she married an egotistical cheater?  That’d bring any woman to her breaking point.”

Patrick glared at his old friend, “I didn’t have a fit when you married my sister, Michael.  You could at least feign support.”

“Fine, if you’re serious about this, I’ll get Sade to talk to her.  If it’s true that you haven’t messed around, then she’ll come around.  If you have?  You’re on your own.”

June 3, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 25: ‘Making an Effort’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 2:17 pm

Patrick and Viola O`Hanlon have had their rough patches, but with two kids to raise, can Patrick curb his desires and finally do right by his family?

Patrick was determined to prove to Viola that he wasn’t a complete lout.  Perhaps it would even gain him some credit with his recently estranged family, too.  Of course, little Deidre had a big part of it.  Patrick really didn’t want her falling for a guy like her dad, that’s for sure.

Unfortunately, he was too late with Francis.

Francis’ birthday came in the blink of an eye and with it, some strange changes.  His once green eyes turned completely and wholly black, like his sisters.  He woke up one morning, had his shower, dressed, and was preparing to brush his teeth when he faced his reflection.  His changing voice bellowing, “MOOOM!” had everyone running to see what the fuss was about.  After a doctor’s visit or two, there was no explanation past “well, it’s puberty.”

And so it was.  Francis still did well with his studies, but they were no longer his focus.  He was noticing the girls at school a little too keenly for his mother’s interests, who was a newly established teacher at the high school her son now attended.

Meanwhile, Deidre was proving to be quite the intelligent little toddler.  She was quick to pick up on everything and even complicated tasks such as potty training seemed to come easily to her.  She was also a very keen listener and loved it when Viola would read her stories.  She was a chatterbox, speaking almost as intelligibly as a young child would.  She definitely out shined her older brother’s progress when it came to wit.

It was becoming obvious to both Patrick and Viola that their small, city townhouse rental wasn’t big enough for the entire family.  Francis was wanting his own space desperately now that he was a teen and Deidre was always managing to get into his stuff.  They had plenty of money, thanks to Patricks’ burgeoning career, but hadn’t moved simply because of the convenience.  Now Patrick was starting to see some merit in moving back to Boreal Springs.  It’d be easier to resist temptation there, for sure.

So, they moved into a large house befitting of Patrick’s status.

Upon moving, Patrick decided to purchase a piano from an actor friend who was also moving.  He thought that maybe Deidre would like it when she was older.  Instead, Francis sat down and tickled the ivories in such a masterful way it was astonishing.  It was another reminder that Francis was just looks, he was brains, too.  Patrick was still a little disturbed by how keenly Francis seemed to follow in his footsteps.

Moving had definitely lessened the rift that had developed between Patrick and Viola.  With more space and room to breath, Viola was able to sort of put her worries aside and focus on the children and their current successes.  She, too, saw that Boreal Springs might yet manage to tame Patrick’s ways, but didn’t hold her breath.

Deidre grew up into a cheerful and loving child who enjoyed running around the large house.  She was definitely vibrant and it was hard not to notice her when she was in the room.  She demanded attention.  If Francis had inherited Patrick’s personality, then Deidre got his presence.  She was definitely a showboater.

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Note from Mao: There was something buggy about their apartment, so I moved them into a pre-built house that came with M&G.  The kids needed space, anyway.  Deidre is adorable and Patrick is still being faithful… so far.  Francis rolled Romance, sigh.

Also, has anyone else had an issue with this teen mesh?  It looked fine at first, but now it’s just a mess!

May 18, 2009

Yu – Round 25: ‘Last Rites’

Filed under: Yu — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 9:19 pm

Tsung has outlived his younger brother, Shang, and his wife, Lilith, but he knows his time has finally come.  Zhou and River are nearing their twilight years while their only son, Fujin, is enjoying his childhood.

Tsung Yu knew his final days were upon him.  He’d outlived pretty much everyone, except his once best friend Gordon.  But Gordon would outlive them all with his… ‘unique’ condition.  Tsung was ready to move on, though.  He’d lived a good, long life; married the woman he loved; birthed two wonderful boys and enjoyed their own children.  He was ready.

Fujin, meanwhile, was just really starting to begin his life.  He’d made friends with Francis O`Hanlon and they would often have chats.  They were around the same age, but Francis lived in Aperture, so they didn’t get to hang out very often.  When they did, they spoke of traveling and nature.  Sometimes even science came up.  Francis loved coming over because Fujin had a backyard, grass, and quiet.

Tsung died quietly and painlessly.  His family was quite rocked by the event.  They all knew it had been coming, but no one wanted to face the loss.

Things were tense and quiet for awhile.  No one really knew what to say or do.  Zhou and River were about to end their lives as adults and embrace their elderly years.  It seemed strange to face mortality, to realize that someday, they would be like Tsung.  Would they be as ready?  Death was the farthest thing from Fujin’s mind.  He was looking forward to his teen birthday.  He missed his grandfather dearly, but knew how much Tsung had missed Lilith.

Fujin was overjoyed when he could finally go to highschool and be ‘cool’ like all the other teens.  Of course, Fujin’s idea of ‘cool’ wasn’t exactly on par with the general consensus.  He enjoyed being obscure and eccentric.  It suited him.  He was intelligent and witty, but very grounded.  He wanted a family someday, but for now?  He was content to make friends and focus on learning.

Zhou and River became older seemingly overnight.  River swore the wrinkles weren’t there the day before.  Her hair turned gray, fast, and instead of dyeing it, she embraced it.  Why bother?  Zhou was a little more vain, but his job forced him to be.  He was a TV personality by now and so, image was still very important.  The two looked as different as they always had, but over the years, had grown even closer.  It seemed eons ago that they were awkward teens, bumbling around their friendship turned relationship.

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Note from Mao: TSUUUNG!  I was so sad.  :(   But he’s with Lilith now… Fujin is such a sweet kid.  I really enjoy him.

March 9, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 24: ‘Womanizer, End’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 8:44 pm

Patrick O`Hanlon has been caught in the act by his wife, Viola and even his young son, Francis witnessed it all.  Can this family bounce back?

Patrick hadn’t quite anticipated the guilt that would accompany his being caught cheating.  It didn’t help that his son had seen it all, too.  He couldn’t believe he’d been so careless.  To make matters worse, his entire family was still angry at him over his mother’s untimely death.  Finding out that Viola was pregnant again was the nail in the coffin.  She had to forgive him–a tense household was a bad environment for a baby.  Viola didn’t seem to share his sentiments.

“You’re right, I knew what I was getting myself into,” Viola agreed, though her eyes remained narrowed.  “But that doesn’t mean I want to see it and worse!  Francis saw it all, Patrick.  Good luck explaining to him why his father is such a jerk.”

Reasoning with a pregnant woman?  Ha!  Right.

Francis was curious about his mother’s condition, especially with the recent incident.  He knew, vaguely, where babies came from.  He was an intelligent youth.  But he wasn’t very good at phrasing his thoughts.  He ended up comparing his mother’s pregnant state with that of an elephant.

“Not quite that big,” Viola said, trying not to take offense.  “I’m getting bigger because of the baby.  It’s a strange process, Francis.  Maybe in a few more years, we can talk about it more.  Until then, all you need to know is you’re going to be a big brother.”

As the days progressed, Viola got bigger, much to Francis’ amazement.  She was still on ‘slightly civil’ terms with Patrick, who was finding that their expensive couch, while lovely to watch TV on, was hardly the best of beds.  He attempted to regain Viola’s approval by capitalizing on the impending birth.

“You can’t enjoy going through this alone, Viola,” Patrick reasoned.  “And you can’t stay angry at me forever.  You’re obviously not going anywhere.  This continual fighting is only reflecting badly on Patrick.”

She sighed, “I wish you were being sincere, but I know better.  You’re just saying all of this so I’ll stop being angry.  What you did was incredibly stupid!  You hurt Francis a lot.  If you want me to stop badgering you, then make it up to him.”

Patrick had always been close with Francis, until the incident.  Now Francis kept his distance and when Patrick tried to engage him, he was sullen and distant.  It seemed to Patrick that he had truly been in the wrong and regardless as to who he may have been before Francis, he was a father now.  He certainly had a duty to his son.  He did everything he could to make it up to him and eventually, Francis accepted that.  He made Patrick promise never to hurt either of them again like that.

Viola was apprehensive about Patrick’s supposed ‘change’ and not at all pleased that he had promised their son something she thought to be impossible.  Patrick was adamant, however.  He had years of womanizing and he had enjoyed them thoroughly.  The urge was still there, but not nearly as it had been.  Seeing the pain he put his mother through and basically being ostracized by his own family was enough to set him straight, it seemed.

“You’re the only one talking to me anymore, Viola,” Patrick began, trying to reassure her, “the rest of my family seems to think I killed our mother.  I don’t think so, mother always was too concerned with my business… but nevertheless.  I’ve been a jerk, and on that account, my family was right.”

“I’d like to believe you, but this isn’t a movie, Patrick,” she stood up, moving to leave.  “Things don’t just ‘get better’ and people can’t just ‘change’.  We are who we are.  And that’s all we can be, in the end.”

Viola eventually gave birth to little Deirdre, who had an even more unique look than her older brother.  She had her mother’s fair skin and hair, but shared her brother’s dark, pupil less eyes.  It was certainly a shock and surprise to all those who witnessed the birth.  Still, she was a normal little baby girl and completely healthy, too.

Even if Viola had little faith in his decision, Patrick felt his dedication grow all the more when he held Deirdre.  There’s just something about a daughter that makes a father want to be better.  Maybe it’s the thought of her growing up and going for a man like her father?  He certainly didn’t want anyone treating her the way he’d treated Viola.

Days seemed to melt into weeks and weeks into years.  Deirdre grew like a weed and with every passing day, all the more lovely.  She’d be a heartbreaker for sure, a thought that made both her parents extremely nervous.  Francis seemed fascinated with his younger sister and as he was growing close to being a teen, became concerned for her welfare and was determined to be a truly great big brother.

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Note from Mao: Poor Patrick seems to want to turn over a new leaf, but we’ll see how it goes.  Deirdre is ADORABLE! I’ve never had a completely normal sim with alien eyes before.  Eeee! I also have no idea what’s up with Patrick and alien eyes, either.  I changed my default alien eyes to Rensim’s, so if they look different in the last few pictures, that’s why.

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 13, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 22: ‘Womanizer, Pt. 4′

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 4:24 pm

Patrick O`Hanlon’s life has just been turned upside-down thanks to Viola Kalson’s unexpected pregnancy.

Viola wasn’t exactly happy about the predicament she found herself in.  She had wanted a family eventually, but the white-picket fence kind.  Now she was stuck with a terrible decision to make.  She could marry Patrick and doom herself to a marriage riddled with wanton infidelity… or become a single mother.  How frustrating!  It didn’t help that she looked like a whale!  She had been head cheerleader in high school and even afterward, she was always thin, blonde, and pretty! Now she was just… horrible.  Ugh.  And how could she decide?  She cared about Patrick… but she wasn’t sure it was mutual.  Still, he was loaded, and so was his family.  Cheating jerk or not, if she wanted her baby to have a good life, she had to choose him.

It had been quick and painless, no fanfare, no ceremony.  Patrick did not want the tabloids getting ahold of it and ruining his latest starring role in a movie being filmed locally.  Sara, regardless, was happy that he had made the right decision.  She just hoped he wouldn’t cheat on Viola and turn his son into a chauvinist pig like himself.  Nathaniel, meanwhile, looked upwards and hoped the same–that this wasn’t just one big, horrible mistake.  Why couldn’t any of his kids be normal?

Little Francis O`Hanlon was born not long after.  He surprised everyone by having the dark, black alien eyes and skin.  Nathaniel certainly hadn’t had them.  The doctor also said his ears would be pointed, as well.  The only thing he seemed to inherit from his mother was her blonde hair.  There was a bit of pride in having a son, Patrick found.  Especially when he looked so much like him.

It had been a rough labor, so Viola had been off her feet for the first few days that Francis had been home.  She was surprised to see that Patrick had done so well with Francis’ care.  When she vocalized this, Patrick gave her a look.

“I’m male, not inept, Vi.  I had siblings, remember?  How can you forget Sade when she drops in constantly?”

Viola said nothing, but perhaps this wouldn’t turn out as badly as she thought.

Despite her doubts, Viola found she loved being a mother.  Francis was so cute, even if he looked nothing like her.  Patrick’s exotic looks is what had originally attracted her to him, so to see them passed on to her son?  She was happy.  She was also quite thrilled that Patrick was moving them all to a much bigger apartment, more befitting of their wealth and sudden addition.

They moved in next to Elena Davis and Fou-Lu Yu.  Of course, Patrick moving in was big news to the other residents.  Elena was related to Patrick, but even she couldn’t deny that he had a certain ‘something’ that made in incredibly pleasing to the eye.  Her friend and neighbor, Calista, was in mutual agreement.  He was married?  What a shame.

Patrick hadn’t changed any, despite being married and being a father.  Viola worked very early in the morning as a substitute teacher, so she went to bed early.  While she and Francis were asleep, Patrick snuck out with his co-stars.  One such date ended up taking them to the dressing room.  Costume change, indeed.  Local residents of Boreal Springs saw it all, though they didn’t know who was hidden behind the curtain.

You can imagine Patrick’s surprise when Lauren Saunders, Viola’s boss and mentor, who also saw him the night before getting busy with someone not Viola, was at his house for lunch.  Viola had invited her in after Lauren had been kind enough to drive her home.  Lauren said nothing, but she did notice the bit of anxiety Patrick showed, before regaining his composure.  He was an actor, after all, and a dang good one, to boot.  Still, he worried that Lauren would say something to Viola.

Francis’ birthday came around and Viola felt it was time for a change.  She was a mother now and she dressed the part.  Little Francis grew to look even more like his father and grandfather.  Patrick was happy to see his son blossoming, but was constantly worried and paranoid now.  He couldn’t stop his second life, but he also couldn’t prevent others from seeing him, either.  Paparazzi were everywhere.  Viola would need only pick up a magazine to see, well, the obvious.  Thannkfully, she was into nature and so rarely looked at magazines or watched entertainment television.  She was too preoccupied with her job and Francis.

Even with the pressure at an all time high, Patrick continued his nightly excursions.  He was going to get caught, that was almost a certainty.  He cared about Viola, but he was who he was, regardless of marriage or anything else.  His major worry was his mother finding out.  She’d beat him so hard he’d be out of acting commission for months!  His face was his most precious asset!

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Note from Mao: Sorry this was so long.  I was SHOCKED when Francis came out with those eyes and that skintone!  He is so CUTE!  No one in this hood has had the alien eyes yet, so I’m overjoyed.  He’s going to be adorable, too.  Eee.  Too bad Patrick is still a womanizing cad.  Sigh.  I check ACR frequently.  Viola is completely smitten with him, but his keeps changing.  He even brought the girl above home and got busy with her on the couch while Viola and Francis slept upstairs.  LOL, cold, stone cold…

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