Boreal Springs

March 5, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

February 2, 2009

Saunders 2 – Round 23: ‘Carpe Diem, Baby, Pt. 4′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 10:07 am

Lauren is finding herself neck-deep in vampires.  Gordon, the resident criminal mastermind and self-proclaimed underworld mayor of all that he surveys, isn’t too happy about Roman’s meddling with his son.  Claude, meanwhile, is quite enjoying his life as a creature of the night.

Claude was shocked when he managed to get the door to his father’s ever-exclusive study open.  He must have left it unlatched when he left for work.  Even more surprising was the familiar, yet peaked face of Emily.  She was seated on the high back chair looking wholly defeated and hopeless.  Their eyes met slowly and recognition washed over both their faces like an electric pulse.

“Emily?”

“Claude?”

“What are you doing down here?” Claude asked, helping her out of the chair.  Suddenly, he had a thought, “my father found you, didn’t he?”

“I’m sorry, Claude.  I didn’t know what I was getting into… but even so, I mean, despite it all, I’m glad I did.” She smiled, taking his hand.  “Otherwise, I’d still be out there… alone.  Being a vampire isn’t always easy, it’s a very solitary, lonely existence.  I can’t even begin to count how many years I’ve endured.  My parents were vampires and so, I was inducted quite early.”

“It’s all right, I’ll make this okay.  Dad will understand.  I’m not mad, I’m actually kinda happy with this–I mean, being a vampire and all.  And I’m really glad he found you.”

Making it ‘okay’ wasn’t easy.  Emily joined the ranks in the Saunders home, but was forced to go through the gauntlet of dealing with Gordon and explaining herself to Lauren.  Lauren wasn’t immediately accepting of yet another vampire in her home, the one who had changed her baby boy, but what could she do?  Emily made Claude happy, and she seemed genuine.  At least, Gordon assured her she was… and well, if she wasn’t…

For now, Lauren would tolerate it.

Claude, being the type of guy he is, wasn’t quite sure how he’d adjust to the lifestyle of having a ‘serious’ significant other.  They weren’t married or anything, but Emily was really fond of him and he of her.  Still, after awhile, he didn’t even think about it.  Emily was hot, she was technically an older woman, and her accent was hot.  She was all around hot, a straight ten, what more could he ask for?  The vampire thing was a catch with the ladies, but with Emily, it was a shared, mutual experience.  Emily’s reaction everytime they crawled out of their coffins at dusk was evidence of her agreement on the matter.

Plus, they had a lot of fun doing cliched, vampire things like making out (amongst other things) in a graveyard.  They enjoyed lurking in dark clubs and luring away innocent, admittedly stupid, club-goers.  The town was their oyster and while Gordon pleaded with them to be discreet, they also managed to enjoy themselves quite a bit.  Emily wasn’t new to this, she knew how to keep a low profile, but she wasn’t above making the best of the time she had with Claude, either.

When Gordon wasn’t corralling his vampire son and his much older girlfriend or trying to placate his very anxious wife, he was cleaning up other messes and securing friendships that would aid him in the future.  He had been immensely saddened to hear of Lilith Yu’s death, not simply because they had an agreement, but she had become a friend, and she was Tsung’s wife.  Her apprentice and protege, Isolde Anderson, was quick to come to him.  Apparently Lilith had let some thing slip and surprisingly, Isolde was happy to help him with Claude’s problem.  She even brought a potion.

Gordon was hesitant to deal with another Anderson, especially one so closely tied to Roman, but what choice did he have?  For now, Roman was safe, because as much as Gordon hated to admit it, he needed Isolde and her skills.  Isolde had single-handedly saved her uncle’s butt without even knowing it.

Still, Gordon wasn’t sure what he’d do about Claude.  Claude seemed adamant to continue this little play of being a vampire, but Gordon knew better.  The fancy would wear off and his fickle son would grow bored with the life he chose.  What would become of him then, and what of Emily?  Gordon idly stuffed the potion Isolde had given him into the locked drawer.  He would need it, eventually, but not now.

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Note from Mao: Emily is quite pretty, I’m surprised.  She and Claude are ridiculous… but hilarious, too.  Poor Gordon, his hands are tied!  And now you know why Roman hasn’t gotten any payback… Isolde to the unknowing rescue!  Lilith created peace by dying.  She wouldn’t be pleased, we all know much she loved a little chaos!

On another note, Boreal Springs is a year old.  Wow.

January 18, 2009

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I was coming, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

January 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…

January 12, 2009

Saunders 2 – Round 22: ‘Carpe Diem, Baby, Pt. 3′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 9:22 pm

Gordon Saunders is comfortable in his position of power over Boreal Springs and Aperture, unfortunately, it often puts his family at risk.  Lauren is furious when Claude returns home looking much like his father–pale and with fangs.

“I thought you said nothing happened at University, Claude,” Gordon began, his voice stern.

Claude tried to play it off, “nothing really did.”

“Claude, you’re a vampire.  You call that nothing?” Gordon snapped, unable to keep his composure.

“Well, I mean, yeah… but it’s not so bad.  I mean, I’ve got a handle on it.  I’ll live.”

Gordon sighed and sat down next to Claude, trying to find the proper words.  It was difficult.  He couldn’t exactly say ‘no, you’re not allowed to be a vampire’, he was one.  If it was okay for him, why not Claude?  What a mess this was.  Worst of all, Gordon knew this wasn’t an accident.  Someone had done this on purpose.

“Who did this to you, Claude?  Was it another vampire?”

Claude hesitated.  Should he say it was Emily?  She had disappeared shortly after.  He paused a moment before finally saying, “yeah, another vampire.  She was… one of my–”

“I see,” Gordon said, standing up.  “What was her name?  If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out anyway.  Make this simpler, Claude.”

“Emily.”

“You’d better fix this, Gordon!” Lauren raged later that night after seeing her son.  “My baby is a vampire! He has fangs, Gordon!  He’s not a criminal, and he certainly has no business in any of this past the misfortune of being related to you! You’d better fix this!”

“I will, Lauren,” Gordon said between her seemingly endless stream of words, “I’ll fix it.”

“When, Gordon?  NOW! My baby is not being some weird night creature!  This is all your fault–all of it.  You and your criminals and revenge, grudges, whatever.  I don’t even care what it takes, just fix this!

Gordon grumbled, “you think I’m not aware of that little fact?  I’ll fix it, I will, I promise.”

Lauren spent the next several hours going between fawning over Claude–who had always been a bit of a momma’s boy–and yelling at Gordon.  Finally, she exhausted herself enough for Gordon to put his plan into action.  He dialed the number into the phone and was met with a sleepy voice.

‘Gordon?  Do you know what time it is?!’

“Sorry, Lilith, this is important.  Claude’s a vampire.”

‘Er… bad, right?  This is a bad thing?’

“Yes, it’s bad!  Now, listen.  I need you to use your… weird contacts and get me something to help him.”

‘My ‘weird’ contacts?  Have you finally lost your mind, Gordon?  I can’t just wiggle my fingers and POOF, instant vamp b’ gone.’ She inhaled deeply and finally said, ‘I’ll see what I can do, okay?  But no promises.’

Meanwhile, Claude was adjusting to life as a vampire pretty well, now that he had his father’s guidance.  He was surprised one evening by Kit stopping by.  He hadn’t seen her since they both graduated from University.  She had moved into the same apartment building as Sade and Michael.  She also chopped off her hair.  Claude barely recognized her–she looked good, happy.

“I see you’re still a vampire,” she joked.  “How’s that working out for you?”

“It’s not too bad, but my mother doesn’t care for it.”

“I just, I mean, I wanted to see how you were doing.  Since the whole, well, vampire thing.”

Claude invited her in and she was grateful.  It was pretty cold out.  Once they were in, though, Claude started with his charm.  She instantly pushed him away, giving him a terrible scowl.  Claude, even being a vampire, was a little frightened.

“Agh!  I’m not here for that Claude.  I just wanted to see how you were doing.  You’re such a jerk.”

“What?  I’m sorry, Kit.  But, well, it’s always been–”

“Well, it’s not now.  So, stop it,” the words didn’t reach her eyes.  She stomped out.

Gordon had Emily in his clutches.  He had pulled her off the street effortlessly, thanks to his contacts.  She was hiding from someone, flushed out from her clan and all alone in the big, bad world.  She was a little shocked when she awoke in Gordon’s basement.

“You, you’re the one who turned my son.  Why?” Gordon wasted no time mincing words.

“Your son?”

“Claude.  Don’t play stupid with me.  Tell me why, why did you turn him?  And don’t lie–I know he didn’t ‘want it’.  You did it on your own.”

“I-I… can’t.  I’ll be killed!”  She looked terrified suddenly, as if the walls were enemies, too.  “I can’t say anything.  I can’t.”

“Someone hired you to track down my son, didn’t they?  You’ve been watching him awhile.  You got into a relationship with him and you used it to get close enough to turn him.  Why?  Who put you up to it?”

“I can’t!” She shrieked.

“You can’t, because someone will kill you?  I’ll throw you out into the sunlight if you don’t tell me right now!

Emily’s eyes widened considerably.  She looked terrified.  After a moment, she finally said, “if I tell you, will you still kill me?  Your son will be upset… he cares about me.”

“Claude cares about a lot of women, one less won’t hurt him,” Gordon replied coldly.  “Now tell me.”

“Okay, okay… it was Roman Anderson.  He’s the one you want, not me.  I feel bad, I do.  I liked–I like Claude.  A lot.  I felt horrible afterwards, but Roman, he was going to… I mean, I couldn’t say no.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry!

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Note from Mao: Bad Roman, very bad Roman!  And now the truth comes out.  ;b  Back when Countess Emily first ran into Claude when he was a teen, it was too convenient not to run with.  It was after Gordon and Roman’s deal had gone sour.  What better revenge than to mess with the heir?  Hehe.

December 12, 2008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we get a pet??”

“Maybe, but we’ll have to see…”

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

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

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

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

September 30, 2008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

September 1, 2008

Saunders 2 – Round 19: ‘Blood Money, Pt. 5′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 9:34 am

Gordon is trying to keep his children out of the crime business, but the business might have plans he hasn’t quite seen.  Lauren is struggling with the fact that she’s growing old and Gordon is still young.  Claude is too busy dating to notice anything else.

Claude wasn’t like Patrick O’Hanlon… he didn’t use women.  No, what he did was hardly using.  He fulfilled their hopes and dreams of dating him and he got the prestige that came with landing so many girls.  So when he flirted and another girl got upset, well, that was her own fault.  She set herself up for it.  Claude was not the type to settle down.

Perhaps worst of all was the fact that even when he was wooing one girl, he’d quickly leave her and start wooing another.  If he called the first girl later, she’d answer.  The slight in public was humiliating, sure, but Claude Saunders was Claude Saunders.  He came from good stock.  All anyone ever said in rebuke was, “but his dad is weird.”  And the girls all replied with, “but his dad is hot and so is Claude!”

Ahh, teen girls don’t require much in the way of anything else but looks, usually.

One night, Claude was approached by a mysterious woman.  She was older and so her approach startled him.  He’d only been messing with teen girls and wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to ‘tackle’ a fully grown woman.  But she didn’t solicit him.  Instead, with a strange accent, she said, “are you Claude Saunders?”

He couldn’t see her face for it was cloaked in darkness, but she sounded hot, so he replied, “I am.  What of it?”

“You… are of interest to u–I mean, me.  But your youth… it a problem.”  She laughed, looking him over.  There was a strange sheen to her eyes, even in the darkness.  “Perhaps another time, Claude.”

He watched her slink off and blinked.

That evening, when he came home at 2am and found his mother waiting up for him, Claude knew he was in for a lecture.  Lauren had been hassling him endlessly about his late nights.

“What about school, Claude?” She said, sighing.  “Don’t you want to go to University?”

“I do, but it’s not like it is that hard, mum,” Claude said, rolling his eyes.  “Dad will get me in.”

“No, he won’t, Claude.  I’m talking to you because I didn’t want him doing it.  Settle down, Claude.  Please.  For your own sake.  I know it’s fun to be able to be free and date… but it’s more trouble than it’s worth.  At least do some of your homework for me.”

Claude groaned, “fine, some homework.  But I’m not standing to any curfews.”

Lauren gave him a look, “you can have that discussion with your father.”

Claude blanched.  “Fine, 12 o’clock, but no earler!”

A few nights later, Lauren confronted her husband.  He had wandered up from the basement to catch the news and was completely blindsided by Lauren’s hysterical nature.

“Are you done with this yet, Gordon?” Lauren yelled, gesturing wildly.  “I’m old, if you haven’t noticed and you’re still as young as the day I met you!  This is ridiculous–the sleeping all day and out all hours of the night!  Do you know what Claude’s doing?  He’s turning into Shang!”

Gordon remained stoic, “I know what he’s doing, Lauren.  I have eyes everywhere.  And I’m not stopping now.  Michael is nearly free of this and Claude will be, too.  I don’t think you’ve gotten old, but you’ve certainly gone mad if you think you can tell me what to do.”

Without another word, he embraced her and took advantage of the fact she was startled, “stop worrying about stupid things.  I’ll take care of Claude.  But no more yelling or talk of what I may or may not be.  It isn’t going to change, Lauren.”

She allowed her shock to subside and gave a small, sad smile, “I know, but it was worth a shot.  What will you do when we’re all dead?”

“Be thankful you all lead happy lives and got there as you should–that your end wasn’t early because of this painful business.”

After dealing with Lauren, it was back to business as usual.  He got on his computer and accessed the most frequently used device of inter-PC crime communications:

vampirechairmanDC: I swear to everything, I am going to stake you for sending me this horrible woman.
necessaryevilsBS: What?  She reminds you of yourself?  I figured as much.  What’s the status of that, btw?  This’ll be the last we mention it.
vampirechairmanDC: well hooray to that!  Status?  Heh, let me show you.
vampirechairmanDC sent celia.jpg
necessaryevilsBS: Very nice.  We’ll keep in touch.
vampirechairmanDC: remember…  I’m not your garbage dump.  I’m trying to work on something here and I sure as hell am not the miracle wish foundation.  You should have just killed her.
necessaryevilsBS has logged off.

Meanwhile, Claude continued his late-night dating.  But no matter who he met, he couldn’t get the thoughts of that mysterious woman out of his mind.  Who was she anyway?  She knew his name.  A lot of people knew his name, but the way she had said it… it was almost as if she identified him not by his name, but his appearance.  Was it someone his dad knew?

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Note from Mao: Hehe, lots of fun in this round!  If you’re confused about what’s happened to Miss. Lacie Anderson, check here. ;)

August 19, 2008

Saunders 2 – Round 18: ‘Blood Money, Pt. 2′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 9:36 am

Gordon saunders, now a vampire and a criminal mastermind, has spent his life trying to balance being both a criminal and a father.  With Elena ready to leave for college, Michael entertaining thoughts about the wrong women, and Claude developing into a teen… how is supposed to handle the fact that Roman, too, is seeking him out?

“Elena’s in trooouuuuble,” Claude said in a sing-song voice, emerging from the bathroom.

“Claude, please,” Lauren interrupted, giving her son a firm look.  “Go check on the puppies.”

Once he was gone, Elena began her frantic attempt to plead innocence, “how could he know all of this anyway?  Does he have people following me?”

“Gordon and I know plenty of people, Elena, and those people have mouths.  I can’t believe you’d allow yourself to be so…” she sighed, closing her eyes.  “It doesn’t matter, it’s unacceptable and until you leave for University, you are not to leave this house.”

“But mom!”

Lauren gave her a look, “Gordon will be home in an hour–would you rather have this talk with him?”

She frowned, head hanging, “no…”

Michael Saunders had always been incredibly quiet, but Sade O`Hanlon was a welcome change from the normal.  Unfortunately, she was also entirely too related to him to ever entertain romantic thoughts about.  It was probably for the best, as she was outgoing and enjoyed being free, whereas Michael preferred the idea of settling down.

He was heading to college early, with Elena.  He had advanced a grade and passed the tests with flying colors.  Perhaps there would be someone there warranting interest.

Michael had no idea Elena was grounded until he found her seated on the couch, chowing down on leftovers late at night.

“So, grounded, huh?”

“Yeah,” she said inbetween bites.  “It sucks, but I’m thinking.”

Michael rested against the couch, “about?”

“Just stuff, Michael.  Girl stuff.”

He cringed, “enough said.”

Despite being up late, they hadn’t heard the visitor enter the downstairs, nor had they heard the door to Gordon’s private room open and close.  No one was allowed in there but him and it was always locked.  It was with a begruding sort of reluctance that Gordon welcomed his technical newphew in.

“What do you want, Roman?” Gordon wasn’t one for beating around the bush.

“I have a delicate matter on my hands and I am fully convinced that you are the only one who can rid me of it.”

Gordon’s eyes narrowed, “…murder?”

Roman nodded solemnly, “yes, precisely.  Lacie Anderson… my brother’s wife.”

“Are you nuts?” Gordon hissed, clearly displeased.  “Do you think that just because I’m a vampire and a criminal, I’ll happily prance off and stab someone?  Hardly!  I deal in business, I move and launder money, and occassionally, I bully people into paying me for protection… but murder?  My mother was Janine Saunders… you think I’m an idiot?”

Roman quirked his eyebrow, “an idiot?  No, but I would think you could see a lucrative proposition when one is given, Gordon… and what is this madness about murder?  You killed my grandfather.”

“That was different and I’d really, truly like to see you try and take that one to court.”

“I wouldn’t dare, there is no evidence, but I know you did it… and that is why I am sure you would have no problem helping me here.”

“You say you deal in business, Gordon?  I am business and in a few years, I will own everything, including the things you claim to have your hands in.” Roman stated firmly, confidence paramount in not getting bulldozed over by Gordon the Vampire.  “I can offer you a piece of that, without the trouble, the threats, everything… if you do this for me.”

Gordon couldn’t deny it’s appeal, not one bit.  He was who he was and if he dared turn this down, word would spread.  Roman would destroy him.  So, he would do this… but he’d do it his way.

“Don’t contact me again, Roman,” Gordon said waringly, his face deadpan.  “You’ll know when it’s done… and then, and only then, will we meet again.”

Roman nodded, a reply unnecessary, and slinked out of the backdoor of the house and into the taxi, driving off.

August 6, 2008

Saunders 2 – Round 17: ‘Family Business, End’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 2:19 pm

Gordon Saunders is Boreal Spring’s resident criminal mastermind and entrepreneur, Lauren was formerly Katy Saunders and quite dead. These two already make an odd couple, but will Gordon’s newest… interest only prove to heighten the strangeness? Michael misses his mother Tracey, but he’s happy to be with his dad. Elena wants to prove her worth, but she isn’t sure to who or why. Claude is just trying to keep his head above water amidst this busy and crazy family.

Lilith had been coming over to check up on Gordon for awhile now. Gordon wasn’t a trusting sort of individual, but he did trust Tsung and therefore, by default, trusted Lilith. He had to. She was the only one who knew anything about his new ‘condition’.

“Your vulnerability to the sun light will fade,” Lilith assured him. “You just have to give it time.”

“It’s hard to do business when I can’t go out in the daytime.”

“Sheesh, you’re a workaholic. Just don’t overdo it. The changes are still going through their cycles. It isn’t instantaneous. You might want to tell your family, though. I mean, not to be rude, but you’re pasty as hell and the fangs? They show, trust me.”

Meanwhile, Lauren was frustrated. She had been trying to teach Claude to talk for awhile now with no success. She knew that he wanted to see Gordon, but that wasn’t possible right now. He wasn’t home. She sighed and took a break. Leaving her in a house with three children? Not cool.

Of course, Elena was enjoying her freedom. Gordon probably would not have taken a particular liking to the fact that she had Fou-Lu Yu in her room. She wasn’t untrustworthy, but everyone knew that teenage hormones turned good-natured children into beasts from hell.

Elena wasn’t sure why she liked Fou-Lu. They had been friends forever, but he was a little too lazy and carefree for Elena’s usual tastes. So why did she feel the way she did? It didn’t make any rational sense.

He had his moments, though. He would play her violin while she worked on backlogged homework. He was better than her, music was a natural talent with the Yu family. Fou-Lu’s own uncle Shang is a rock musician and Tsung had dabbled a bit in the violin professionally. She wasn’t envious, though. It calmed her and helped her get through the work quicker.

For being so driven to succeed, Elena sure did end up falling behind on a lot of things.

Gordon popped up at night, nearly scaring Tracey to death. The change in him was immediately noticeable, dark tan skin suddenly pasty white and the way he moved was completely unnatural. He explained to her his plan quickly as he could, as he could see she was ready to pass out.

“It just doesn’t make any logical sense to me,” Lauren lamented, unable to wrap her mind around what exactly Gordon was plotting. “How does not being able to see your family during the day help?”

“That will change with time,” Gordon said, completely confident. “Don’t question my plans, Lauren. I warned you before you even started talking about marriage.”

Lauren sighed, “I know, it’s just… I can’t understand how you could ever want to outlive your children.”

“Perhaps not… which is why it is better we stick to things we have a common understanding in.” He said suggestively.

Michael’s birthday came soon after and as he grew up, they realized that there were hints of Tracey there. Especially with his proclaimed desire to have a family. Michael was quiet still, that didn’t change at all, but he was more jovial when he spoke. After Gordon had revealed himself, Michael wasn’t sure what to think or what to say. A vampire? He hadn’t even thought they were real until that moment.

He and Elena managed to work through their own confusion together. They were more like siblings than most siblings with their close bond and eerie understanding.

Claude was very similar Michael, except where Michael was shy, Claude was the most friendly and talkative person you could ever hope to meet. He was also intensely curious. He constantly followed Gordon around, asking him questions. While Gordon wanted to be annoyed, he couldn’t. Claude was still a child and his questions were harmless. He entertained them until Claude got bored and wandered off.

Lord Snow and Princess had three puppies; Rob, Sansa, and Arya. While they remained in the basement, they definitely made the house more lively. Gordon made sure that no one got attached to the puppies, as they would leaving as soon as they were old enough. It was up to them to find good homes for them. Claude wasn’t pleased with this, he enjoyed running around and chasing the hyperactive puppies.

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Note from Mao: Yay, my first litter of puppies in this hood! And yes, Gordon is a Vampire, now referred to as ‘Vampire Gordon’ anytime I talk to my fiance or Christina on Xfire. Mostly because Vampire Gordon insists of visiting all my community lots with his vampire buddies and trying to get protection money, LOL! That or he’s meeting Roman Anderson in shady places. My sims are so strange.

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