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 24, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grace was indignant, “you’re lying.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And gorgeous?”

He sighed, adding quickly, “and gorgeous.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Must be nice to be so fearless.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Harsh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

July 20, 2009

Yu – Round 26: ‘Ordinary’

Filed under: Yu — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 2:17 pm

Zhou and River Yu are elders now while their son, Fujin, is just really starting his life as a teenager.

Fujin, despite his penchant for the nerdy and obscure, is amazingly good with people.  He likely inherited it from somewhere down the line.  Some would argue that Zhou had his own ‘brand’ of charm, but Fujin shared very little with his father.  The same could be said about his mother.  He was an oddball, a nerdy but social creature who thrived of the laughter of others and poking fun at his own geekery.

He was a merry spirit indeed.

Unfortunately, even good humor wouldn’t stop the Grim Reaper from coming to collect.  Chairman Mao’s time was up, she’d lived a long and fruitful cat life.  She passed to the chorus of yowling cats and the frantic sobbing of her owners.

In an effort to cheer everyone up, they adopted a new cat named Murphy.  She and Apollo got on quite well and now the family was anticipating kittens.  River was especially attentive of the expecting cat.

Fujin got a visit from his older friend, Rosa Anderson, who was quite upset about her older sister’s recent homecoming.  Rosa wasn’t known for her terribly understanding nature.

“It’s such a mess!  Her moping and just annoying attitude in general has caused me to break out… that’s just not fair!”

Fujin tried to be the voice of reason, “shouldn’t you cut her some slack?  I mean, given what happened–”

“Nothing happened!” She roared, her frustration mounting.  “That’s just it.  My sister is an indecisive idiot.  Everyone says I’m a flake, but Lydia takes that cake and leaves none for me.  It just makes me so mad!”

Fujin eventually managed to calm Rosa down enough so she could vent her rage on video games.  After mashing buttons and screaming at the pixels on the screen, Rosa took a calming breath and sat back, tossing the controller aside.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, kinda,” she mumbled.  “I just wish she’d stop making her problems everyone else’s.”

“If nothing happened then I’m sure it’ll fix itself soon enough and she’ll be out of your hair.”

She rolled her eyes, “she’d better.  That’s my house.  She’s not pulling what Kit did to Jennifer and taking over!  Dad promised me the house, it’s mine!

Fujin laughed, “boy am I glad I don’t have any siblings…”

Murphy had two kittens, Dresden and Molly.  It had been quite some time since there had been kittens in the house and it began to dawn on River and Zhou that maybe their house was in need of a little rennovation…

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Note from Mao: Nothing exciting here, just the same old, same old.  I was sad to see Chairman Mao go!  Here’s hoping Murphy and Apollo make cute babies.  Zhou kept bringing home red heads (he brought three, excluding Rosa)… yet his turn on is blonde.  I think he’s trying to tell me something?  LOL!

May 19, 2009

Anderson 2 – Round 25: ‘Growing Pains’

Filed under: Anderson — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 10:28 am

(Sorry for the lack of teen Rosa.  SimPE did the “no portrait thing” again.  Sigh.)

Rosa Anderson is not exactly your average teen.  She doesn’t always get along with her parents, but she also doesn’t cringe or look disgusted when they’re being “gross” around her.  Instead she laughs and takes it in stride.  That’s the type of person Rosa is, easy-going and very laid back.  Her parents would say perhaps a bit too much.

Most of Rosa’s friends are older than her and preparing to head off to college.  One last pool party of the summer before they’re gone to campus.  Rosa isn’t envious, she doesn’t even want to go to college!  She’s quite content staying at home and painting.  Of course, her parents have other ideas…

Nothing is a downer on a pool party like a pet dying.  Poor Iorek took his last nibble of kibble before Death came calling.

Contrary to her daughter’s nature, Kenya is not that easygoing.  She’s rather worried, actually.  She wants to know who the heck keeps kicking over their trash can!  Once she finds out, she’ll wring their neck.  She bets that it’s Hugh’s coworker.  She’s never very happy when Kenya shoos her off after she follows Hugh home from work.

Perhaps Kenya should worry more about her daughter, though, who is prone to sneaking out with her older friends.  No one would think that Sage Saunders could be a bad influence, but it seems that maybe she is.  Luckily for Rosa, she manages to get home unscathed and slips under the covers just before either of her parents wakes.  Sneaking out is so much easier now that it’s just the three of them in the house.

With her friends all gone to college, Rosa is forced to make new friends.  Fujin Yu is a year younger than her, but they still hang out.  He’s strange and eccentric, too.  They get along well, even if he’s not much into painting.

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Note from Mao: Fujin and Rosa have two bolts, but are both heirs to their houses.  So yeah.  They’re just friends.  Rosa brought him home from school.  Kenya won’t be getting her LTW–graduate three kids from college.  I was really hoping they’d have another kid, but no luck.  So Rosa won’t be going next round, she’ll inherit the house.

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.

February 19, 2009

Yu – Round 24: ‘Togetherness’

Filed under: Yu — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 10:06 am

Tsung Yu is still mourning the loss of his dearly-departed wife, Lilith.  Zhou and River are enjoying their roles are parents to young Fujin.

While Tsung was certainly despondent over the loss of his wife, he was still a doting grandfather.  He whittled away his sorrows by immersing himself in the burgeoning family he’d built.  Even his sons seemed to be swept up in the current, also mourning the loss of her eccentric mother.  Lilith was odd, but she had been the keystone on which the foundation of the family had been built.

Fou-Lu visited often and took to teasing his older brother.  It was all in good fun and Zhou easily got him back.  Many a noogie Fou-Lu had suffered at the hands of the more capable and physically strong Zhou.  Still, they were brothers and though their differences were obvious, they got along, especially in the wake of their mother’s death.  It made their father’s imminent demise all the more palapable.

Fujin didn’t remain small for long.  He was soon a child and doing child-like things.  He was smart, much like his mother, with a keen sense for science and bugs and nature.  He loved playing with his ants and would wave to them when it was time to go to school.  Zhou would never say it aloud, but his son’s… geekery bothered him.  Tsung had been a bit of a nerd, and River, too… but both of them had protection.  Tsung had Lilith, while River had Zhou.  Fujin was on his own.  What would he do if he was bullied?

Zhou was, however, thankful for Fujin showed absolutely no interest in the paranormal.  He thought it was silly and scientifically impossible.  River agreed, and Zhou said the same, just so his son wouldn’t go sneaking into grandma Lilith’s old room and play with her things.  Tsung remained quiet, not saying anything at all.  He hadn’t believed in it, either… but after living with Lilith and seeing his former best friend turned vampire?  He couldn’t deny it.

Tsung seemed to share the same worries as his son and so he tried to have a talk with Fujin one afternoon.  Tsung had never truly been bullied, but smart kids were always subject to scrutiny from their peers.  Fujin just laughed off his grandpa’s silly worries.

“Fights?  I’m not that big of a dork, grandpa!’

It was true.  As much as Fujin emulated his mother, he still had a bit of the family spunk in him, too.

Still, Fujin’s absolute favorite thing to do was collect bugs.  When he wasn’t doing his homework or attending school, he was rooting around in the dirt and grass looking for bugs to add to his collection.  He was a bit OCD about collecting, insisting that he needed to “catch ‘em all” in the real sense of the word.  Well, at least he wasn’t getting dirty from the kids pushing him in the mud…

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Note from Mao: Fujin is hilarious.  His OTH is Science, but he loves nature, too.  He’s an odd little guy.  I am determined to finish a bug collection and Fujin will be my guy!  Also, Fou-Lu keeps coming over.  CONSTANTLY.  Geeze.  That’s a lot of miles you’re putting on your car, Lu.

Now, funny pictures.  This update had plenty, but I picked two choice ones:

Is Tsung lecturing River about public woohoo?  Zhou seems to think Tsung should lecture Fou-Lu.  Fou-Lu thinks he should go home.  River thinks they’re all crazy.

Uh, guys?  GUYS!  HE’S RIGHT THERE.  Creepy.  As.  Hell.  WTF?

January 26, 2009

Yu – Round 23: ‘Still Waiting, End’

Filed under: Yu — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 6:43 pm

Tsung and Lilith are happy to finally have a grandchild!  Zhou and River seem to be adapting well to their new roles as parents.

River was finding that being a mom wasn’t nearly as hard as she thought.  Of course, she had plenty of support, maybe too much support.  Lilith and Tsung were there every step of the way, almost as if they feared little Fujin might just disappear if they turned their backs.  It was a bit suffocating, but River also knew they meant well.  Besides, their help was necessary if she wanted to keep her career going.

Chairman Mao wasn’t quite sure what to make of the new tot.  It ate, slept a lot, and cried a lot.  Kittens were cuter.

River wasn’t entirely responsible for Fujin’s care, Zhou helped out quite a bit, too.  He enjoyed the little bundle, even if it was hard to curb his penchant for foul words.  It certainly helped that being a father seemed to up River’s attraction level to him even more.  Another good reason Lilith and Tsung were always around to watch Fujin…

Things all seemed to settle into a pattern, and everyone was happy.  Of course, Lilith still shouted at Zhou to move his lousy butt before he caused her to lose her game.  It wouldn’t be the same if she didn’t.  It also wouldn’t be the same if Zhou actually listened to her, instead of just cooing over the cat and making his mother so angry her face became an uncomely shade of dark purple, almost like a grape.

Lilith was incredibly surprised when her time was up.  She could have sworn she still had more life left in her, but Grim disagreed.  It was her time to go.  Tsung was distraught.  Lilith moved on without much of a fight, but she definitely gave Grim quite a bit of lip.  She wasn’t one to go down without a bit of sass.  It was a shame she wouldn’t get to see Fujin grow up!

Tsung retired immediately after Lilith’s death, determined to immortalize his late wife the same way his father had.  It was a mad goal–Tsung had never painted, and yet he seemed to take to it like a fish to water.  Isolde Anderson stopped by after the funeral to pick something up.  Tsung didn’t pay it any mind.  He knew Isolde and Lilith had been involved in a world he wanted no part of.  Whatever it was, Isolde could handle it… Lilith had taught her well.

Fujin soon became old enough to toddle around on his own and so it was a good thing Tsung had retired.  When he finished his painting, he hung it up and felt some sort of peace wash over him.  He could enjoy his final years now, with his family.  Both boys had made out fairly well, even if Fou-Lu had some bumps along the way.  It wouldn’t be long for Tsung to remain, though, Lilith was waiting and everyone knew how patient she’d been living…

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Note from Mao: I was so sad when grim came to collect Lilith!  Her age bar said she still had more time.  :(   Bye bye, Lilith.  You will definitely be missed!  In order to help you with your grief, I give you a totally random picture of Zhou.  It made me crack up.

‘Why so seeerious, Zhou?’

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