Boreal Springs

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!

August 6, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 26: ‘Vacation’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 1:25 am

Michael and Sade Saunders are an unlikely couple, but so far they’re probably one of the most stable in the neighborhood.  Grace Saunders has spent most of her life living in the quiet shadows, but as a teen, will she come out of her shell?  Alexander and Charity take a lot after their parents… though likely in ways one wouldn’t anticipate.

The whole brood packs up and heads off on vacation.  Sade, in her zeal to hop into her bikini, forgets to wait for Alexander.  Michael is quick to remind her that maybe she should slow down a little, the island isn’t going anywhere.  Alexander eventually brings up the rear, toting his overstuffed suitcase by dragging it across the ground.  Grace rolls her eyes, wishing her family weren’t so embarrassing.

While Michael is signing them in at the hotel, Sade is exuberant.

“Finally!  I can show off my rockin’ body.  Even after three kids, I’ve still got it!”

Grace looks mortified, “mooom, stop being embarassing!”

“Oh, shush, Grace.  You still have a lot to learn about being truly gorgeous.”

As soon as everything with their accommodations is put to rights, the family hits the beach.  Sade works on her tan while Michael thanks his college art classes for his amazing sand castle making.  Alexander ponders his existence while Charity plots how best to push him into the water.  Grace digs for something to take home.

Sade’s sunbathing pays off–she’s rewarded with a golden sheen that seems to magnify her already present gorgeousness.  She’s thrilled, of course.  If only she could stay this tan year round!

While on the island, the family samples some of the local cuisine.  Even the locals are in awe of Sade’s gorgeous tan.

“Nice tan,” the chef says, setting down her plate.

“Thanks!”

“I wish I had a tan like yours, mom,” Charity says, despite the fact she was born with a naturally sunkissed tone.

“Some day, sweetie, you can.”

Alexander shows his acumen for giving orders while they visit the pirate ship.  Michael messed with the crank that hoists the Jolly Roger, noting the shoddy workmanship.

“It’s all rusted and creaky.  You’d think they’d have a mechanic at least put some shine on it, maybe some oil.”

Grace, despite being a quiet loner, is quite fit.  She shows off her athleticism by climbing the treacherous looking ladder up to the crow’s nest.  She roars triumphantly when she reaches the top, ignoring the peril and jumping for joy.  Her mother might have a fabulous tan, but Grace has beefy arms.

Michael plunders the captain’s quarters and finds an old ledger.  Grace goes in and finds a ghost, much to her chagrin.  Unfortunately, her beefy arms for no match for a scary pirate ghost.  The ghost turns out to be friendly, though, and teaches them all a silly little shanty about pirates.

Sade’s amazing tan continues to attract attention.  She wants to learn fire dancing, but her instructor is more keen on learning the ways of Sade.

“Nice tan,” he says, giving her a once over.

Michael, who is skulking around in the background, interrupts, “more fire dancing, less leering at my wife, thanks.”

He’s beginning to wish he’d picked a locale that required more coverage.

Charity, in her quest for the Ultimate Tan, instead gets a pretty nasty sunburn.  Grace is unsympathetic to her sibling’s plight.

“You’re too young for an awesome tan, Charity.”

“So says you,” Charity snaps back, trying not to move too quickly.  “You don’t even have a tan!  You’re a pale ghost.”

August 5, 2009

O`Hanlon 2 – Round 26: ‘Out of Touch’

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

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

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

“Sometimes, people burn things.  It happens.”

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

Everyone was suitably baffled.

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

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

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

Viola was suddenly very, very angry.

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

“Leave, Francis.”

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

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

“What’s gotten into you?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

June 6, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 25: ‘Night Visitor’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 1:18 pm

Michael Saunders is quite happy with his life.  His wife, Sade, wasn’t expecting to be a mother of three but seems to be adjusting all right.  Grace seems to mirror her father when it comes to personality.  Will the twins prove to be a little more than everyone bargained for?

Saying that Grace Saunders was close to her father was like saying rain is wet.  She greeted him everyday when he came home from work and would beg him to help with her homework.  Of course, when the secondary option is Sade, it’s no wonder.  Sade was smart, but a bit… flaky.

Grace mirrored her father in looks, too, and Sade would often say they had the same ‘brooding’ face.

The twins grew into toddlers a little faster than anyone anticipated.  Charity had her mother’s fiery hair and the pointed ears denoting her alien heritage.

Alexander, too, had those same pointed ears, but definitely mirrored his father when it came to his appearance.

Taking care of the twins was tough, but with Michael’s now-relaxed work schedule, it all worked out.  Sade kept her job and was able to keep going in her career.  They took turns handling the twins and teaching them the necessary skills.  It was a rather strange thing, to see the normally fickle and selfish Sade invest so much time and effort into her offspring.

She also made it a point to spend time with Grace, even though Grace preferred the company of her father.  Still, Sade was more silly and Grace could express her humorous side with her.  They made angry snowmen and threw snowballs at one another.  Michael was not very amused when they laid in wait for him to come home and then sprang out and pelted him with cold balls of packed snow.  He groused the rest of the night, causing both girls much laughter.

For the most part, they had fallen into a good, familial routine.  Until, one night, they had an unexpected visitor…

Sade approached the archway to the kitchen, watching as Michael wrestled with the trash compactor.  Like his father, Michael had a natural skill for tinkering and all things mechanical.  Unfortunately, no one told the trash compactor this.  She heard him muttering under his breath and cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

“Michael?”

More grumbling, followed by the clink-clink of something metal.  She sighed.

“Michael…”

Still nothing.

She took a deep breath and shouted, “MICHAEL!”

He jumped suddenly, his hand crashing against the top of the trash compactor, the wrench falling in a clattering mess.  He looked up at Sade, quiet anger and pain evident on his face.

“Your father is here.”

His face drained of color.  Gordon rarely visited, he didn’t want to endanger his family outside of the syndicate.  The pain in his hand was quickly forgotten.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Grace was keeping her grandpa company.

“You didn’t just come to see the babies, did you?”

Gordon hadn’t seen Grace since she was just a baby.  He was startled by how closely she resembled Michael.  He smiled at her, “no, Gracie.  You know I’m always happy to see you.”

“Dad won’t let me come over, he says it’s too far away.”

“And it is… but when you’re older, you can visit anytime, okay?  But for now, you listen to your father.”

Grace wasn’t listening.  She continued to ramble on, “I bet it’s because you’re a vampire and uncle Claude, too, and his wife.  But I’ve got alien in me, right?  So what’s it matter?”

Michael interrupted their conversation and Sade herded her upstairs and to bed, as it was well past bedtime.  While they were away, Gordon greeted his son.

“You’re doing well.  Are you happy?”

“Yes,” Michael replied stiffly.  He loved his father and bore him no ill will, but his sudden appearance was cause for concern.  “What’s wrong?  Why didn’t you call first?”

Gordon sighed, “I didn’t want to put you in the middle of this, but it seems I don’t have a choice.  It’s about your brother.”

Michael made a sound of exasperation, “what did Claude do this time?”

“It’s more what he didn’t do,” Gordon took a breath and faced his son again.  “I need to speak with Sade.”

“What?  Why?  I don’t think–”

Sade appeared at the stairs, causing both men to pause.  “What’s going on?”

Gordon ignored his son’s protests and addressed Sade, “it’s about Kit, Sade.  Kit and her children… my grandchildren.”

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Note from Mao: The twins are actually children now, but you’ll have to wait and see them. ;)   I was surprised when they both got Sade’s ears, wow!

May 29, 2009

Knight – Round 25: ‘Difficulty Levels’

Filed under: Knight — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 1:16 pm

Kit Knight has been forced to move back into her parents house after the messy end of her relationship to James Anderson.  With her, comes the twins, Nadia and Dominic.  Jennifer never signed up to be a babysitter, Travis thought his baby days were over, but Marla?  She couldn’t be happier.

Marla couldn’t have been happier to have Kit home with her babies.  Sure, their birth wasn’t exactly ideal and their father had no idea and let’s not forget the fact that he’s the son of Gordon Saunders… but whatever.  They were grand babies and they were adorable.

Travis was a little less enthused.  He was looking for peace and quiet… which wasn’t readily available with twins.

“It’s only temporary, dad,” Kit assured him.  “Just until I get back on my feet.  I don’t like this anymore than you do.”

He sighed, “it’s nice to have you home, Kit.  I just wish… you’ve put me in a tight spot here.”

Travis had dealings with Gordon.  It was why he was so successful as the DA.  Kit knew this, but was adamant.

“Claude can’t know.  Not yet.”

“He might not, but Gordon will.  Whether I tell him or not.”

Jennifer wasn’t happy, either.  She never signed on to be an extra babysitter.  She was young!  She didn’t want anywhere near babies right now.  The twins were walking and needing pottytrained.  She wanted to be out with friends.

Needless to say, Jennifer left home early and fled to college.

Kit was finding that even with her parents help, raising twins wasn’t easy.  She was exhausted all the time.  She rarely ever saw adults outside of her own family.  She loved the twins, she did, but sometimes she just wanted to get away and be free for awhile.  It was hard.  She’d have to swallow it down and not let them see it, lest they think they were some horrible mistake.

Even if they were, Kit didn’t want them to feel that burden.

She did her best not to rely too heavily on her parents for help.  She wanted to prove to them she wasn’t a huge screw up, though she hadn’t done such a great job of that so far.  She taught the twins to walk, talk, and use the potty.  She even took care of their evening bathes.  The only time her parents stepped in were to cuddle and coo, or watch them while she went to work.

Sade eventually came over to cheer her up, though she was busy with her own set of twins.  Kit had no idea how she did it.  But then again, she had Michael.  Kit still couldn’t quite figure that out, why someone like Michael would be so completely infatuated with someone like Sade.  It just didn’t make sense.

“You look rough,” Sade said, giving her friend a once over.  “How long has it been since you got a full night’s rest?”

“Thanks, but it’s been awhile.”

“Are you going to tell him?”  Sade watched her friend carefully and followed up with, “he has a baby now, you know, with Emily.”

Kit sighed, “I know and I don’t know if I should tell him now.”

“You should.  Gordon already knows, I think.  He has ways, you know?  You don’t want him with leverage over your head.”

“He’s your father-in-law, Sade!”

Sade gave her a look, “and that’s exactly why I know you don’t want him on your bad side!”

As the twins got older, they came to be even more of a handful.  Nadia was especially difficult, often wandering off and sleeping in the cat beds.  Kit was so exhausted and at her wit’s end.  She counted the days until they could take care of themselves and give her a bit of space.

Of course, the younger years pass by quickly and soon, the twins were ready for school.  There was no denying who their father was, it showed on their faces as plain as day.  Kit was going to have one heck of a time trying to keep them underwraps.

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Note from Mao: Poor Kit!  She really isn’t good at this mothering thing.  The twins are SO CUTE!  Sade and Michael also randomly visited, which was hilarious.

March 10, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 24: ‘Big Things in Small Packages’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:40 pm

Michael and Sade are an unlikely couple, but probably one of the most stable as of late.  Sade is finding motherhood isn’t as bad as she thought, but will she be able to handle the next surprise?

Sade wasn’t quite sure what to think when she found out she was pregnant again.  All these babies were not doing anything good for her figure, that was for sure.  She really didn’t need to worry about the masses thinking she was gorgeous–because she was–but she also hadn’t really planned on becoming a brood mare, either.  Michael assured her that the term ‘brood mare’ and ‘clown car’ were reserved for those with tons of children.  Two was hardly a ton.  Sade begged to differ.

At least being pregnant again took her mind off the recent loss of her mother, Sara.

Being pregnant and caring for a toddler was tiring.  Sade refused to be battered down.  She wouldn’t run out and chop off her hair or switch away from her non-gorgeous clothing.  She simply got up earlier and made time for what she thought was important.  She had hoped to instill her daughter with her need for constant beauty, but more and more, the little girl seemed to favor her shy and book-minded father.

Despite being pregnant and having a toddler, Sade still made time to lecture Kit, too.  From her lofty position of wife and mother, she saw it fit to perhaps give Kit a little ‘guidance’.  It was truly a bizarre thing to behold.

“I know I have tons of best friends, Kit,” Sade began, smiling, “but you’re my favorite.  You really need to calm down.”

Kit gave her a look, “you’re not serious, are you?  How far have I fallen to get lectured by you?”

“Hey!  I’m a mom and a wife.  You’re just a whore.  Who is also pregnant,” Sade sighed, “I mean, you know what I mean.”

Kit did.  Other people would have flown off the handle, but Sade and Kit had been friends too long.  Sade didn’t mince words and perhaps what she said had some truth to it… as bizarre as that concept was.

Grace soon became a child and mirrored her father all the more.  She had her mother’s pale complexion, but she acted exactly like Michael.  They were both very soft-spoken and reticent.  Grace tried to mimic his mannerisms whenever she could, which disturbed Sade greatly.  She loved Michael, but having two of him under one roof was just a bit more than she bargained for.  Perhaps the new baby would be interested in fashion or something vaguely interesting.  All this book learning was boring.

As Sade’s pregnancy progressed, both Michael and Grace were a little surprised at how…big she was getting.  Michael wasn’t about to directly say anything, for fear of losing his head or other important parts, but Grace had no predilection.  She hadn’t quite learned her mother’s temperament when pregnant yet.

“Mom, are you sure you’re all right?  You look like a whale.”

Michael was speechless.  He wanted to save Grace, but could think of nothing.

Sade was silent.  Finally, she spoke, “if my body doesn’t bounce back from this,  I am going to show your father a new use for my ballet bar.”

Other than Sade’s growing belly, life continued as normal.  Michael was quite busy with his new job as the Minister of Education while Grace was pulling perfect grades in school.  She continued to mirror her father and studied things that should have escaped her still-young mind.  Sade spent her time on the phone, always the socialite, even when stuck in the house because she was far too pregnant to be out and about.

Finally, Sade gave birth to twins and the reason for her larger-than-life stomach came to light.  Alexander resembled Michael’s side of the family, as did Charity, having Tracey’s skintone.  Charity managed to nab her mother’s hair color, though, and her eyes while Alexander mirrored his father almost precisely.

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Note from Mao: Poor Sade.  She was not expecting twins and neither was I!  I am HOPING this is it for them.  And their kids are all different shades, LOL!  Which I find hilarious.  At least one of them got Sade’s red hair, yay!  And now, for some funny shots that didn’t quite fit the bill for the actual update:

What a place for your belly to pop!  Sade had just finished puking in that toilet, btw.

Only Sade could be mad at her own daughter for soiling her diaper!

Adora Anderson calls to ask if Sade can talk right while Sade’s in the middle of giving birth to Charity!  Grace’s thought bubble cracks me up.

March 2, 2009

Yu 2 – Round 24: ‘Karma Chameleon, Pt. 2′

Filed under: Alioto,Yu — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 12:40 pm

Tracey Yu is hoping that her son, Marcus, can eventually settle down with a ‘nice’ girl… and stay away from Kit Knight.

Tracey is very concerned for her son’s future.  Sure, he’s gotten away from Kit Knight, but his habitual dating isn’t really something Tracey enjoys enduring.  She wants to see her son prosper and find love.  Marcus is just a bit too easy-going for marriage and commitment, though.  He isn’t like Shelly, who jumped at the chance to join a family with money.  He’d rather sit back and relax, following the general flow of life.

To please his mother, he introduced her to his casual girlfriend, Valerie Alioto.  They had dated briefly as teens, but moved too fast and made things awkward.  They reunited at the end of University and Valerie even went with Marcus to his sister, Shelly’s, wedding to Cole Anderson.  Now she was meeting his mother.  It wasn’t that Marcus didn’t like Valerie, he just liked the slow, plodding pace of their relationship.  No demands, no requirements, just fun and companionship.

Eventually, Valerie ended up moving in, not to put pressure on Marcus… not at all.  She felt the same way about things as he did, but simply to put his mother’s mind at ease.  Marcus wasn’t running around, dating random women, he was just taking it slow with Valerie.

Valerie was thankful, because she wasn’t much of a ‘house frau’.  She burned everything she touched.

It was, however, very nice to be always at one another’s beck and call.  They especially enjoyed the times that Tracey was at work.  Neither felt any pressure to go beyond simply boyfriend and girlfriend.  Marcus worked as a lazy photographer while Valerie was still looking around.  Truth be told, she couldn’t tell Marcus what she really wanted in life.

Instead, she opened a gaming hall that was really a front of illegal betting and gambling.  High-stakes card games were all the rage behind the hidden doors of the neon lights and pinball machines.  The business made good money on its own, but Valerie was hoping to attract some… other attention.  She wanted to meet with the illusive Gordon Saunders and offer her skills to him–she was quite adept at running fronts and even some extortion.

When Sade Saunders dropped by, needing to blow off some steam, Valerie invited her into the private rooms.  It was daylight and nothing was going down.  Still, Sade was Michael’s wife and Michael was Gordon’s eldest… a good way to get in.

Unfortunately, Valerie couldn’t have foreseen what came next.  She began to feel sick and weak, then came the afternoon naps.  She found herself unable to run the night games and instead had one of her trusted people on the job.  She sat down with Marcus and tried to explain what had happened.  That she was expecting an addition to their nonexistant family.  Marcus was quite stunned.

The worst happened after that.  Tracey Yu’s time was up.  Marcus was bereft and Valerie was speechless.  She felt for Marcus, but somehow, it seemed to work in her favor.  Tracey would have been a wedge, a wall in her path to try and get to Gordon.  It was well-known what had happened there.  So, he wouldn’t see her kindly if Tracey were still around…

It was unfortunate Tracey did not know Valerie was expecting.

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Note from Mao: Sorry for the impromptu hiatus.  RL is insane right now and I’ve been very ill.  Feeling better now, but I haven’t played since I finished this update.  So they may be sparse.  We’ll see.  Valerie wants to be a criminal, but to do so, must somehow befriend Gordon.  ;)   I think she and Marcus were a victim of ACR’s risky woohoo.

February 12, 2009

O`Hanlon – Round 24: ‘A Good Life’

Filed under: O`Hanlon — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — Mao @ 10:01 am

Julie and Asia O`Hanlon have been married a long while and are quite pleased their son has returned to take the family reins.  Timothy O`Hanlon arrives home from University with his fiancee, Isolde Anderson.

Timothy and Isolde had been dating since teenagers.  Unlike most relationships, theirs really had no ups or downs.  To most, it would seem boringly perfect, but to them, it was bliss.  They had very little drama that seemed to consume most couples.  It was made even more hilarious because they were just so different, you almost expected them to be constantly battling.  Instead, they were quite happy and seemed to fit together like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces.

They wasted no time getting married.  Isolde did not mourn the loss of her family name, in fact, she was eager to escape it.  Her life had been riddled with conflict and death, it seemed, and taking this new name and starting this new life with Timothy promised happiness.  She didn’t have to worry about her philandering father or the mother that had abandoned her, nor did she constantly think about the grandmother she had lost.  No, she had a new life and new concerns, happier concerns.  Timothy was just thrilled to finally be married.  It was something he had pictured–with Isolde–since they had begun dating all those years ago.

Yes, a new start with family and friends all in attendance.  It was a glorious day.  They had planned on a honeymoon, but opted out due to bad weather.  They’d go another time, there was no rush.  They were happy with the way things were now.

If it was weird to be taking over his grandparents’ old bedroom, Timothy said nothing.  It was the biggest bedroom in the house, after all, and neither of them were going to complain about having a bed.  Asia and Julie had both hinted that grandchildren would be more than welcome, but Timothy and Isolde were happy to take their time and simply enjoy being together.  They had plenty of time to have kids.

A small shack was built to house Isolde’s magical oddities and to give her a place to practice her magic undisturbed.  It was directly behind the house and so Timothy could come out and see her anytime.  He tried his best to stay away, though, respecting her need for space and privacy.  For this, Isolde was thankful.  She didn’t want her husband finding out that she was aiding Gordon Saunders.  Isolde was a good girl, but something inside her stirred and demanded she follow in her mentor Lilith Yu’s footsteps.  That meant helping Gordon.

Not that she found Gordon disagreeable.  It was difficult to realize he was ‘the bad guy’… he was much nicer to her than most ‘good guys’.

Of course, dealing with a vampire crime boss and being a witch weren’t Isolde’s only steps into the realm of the paranormal.  She also had experiences with ghosts.  It would seem her new home was just as haunted as her last.  She knew the ghost of Patricia haunted her former home and now it seemed the ghosts of pets haunted this place.  It was harmless, but it still startled her quite a bit.  She explained to Timothy she simply wasn’t feeling well–she didn’t want to worry him, especially if he was clueless.  Timothy had a way of being completely oblivious to the obvious.

While Isolde was working on her witchery, Timothy took time to catch up with his old friend, James Anderson.  He was happy to hear that James had finally cornered Kit Knight into an engagement.  He kept his judgements to himself.  James was a good guy, he deserved better than Kit, especially with how she treated him.  Perhaps Timothy was biased, though.  They were friends and he barely knew Kit.

At least James wasn’t dating Maggie, that’d just be weird.  It had been hard enough dealing with her crush on him.  Creepy.

Everyone in the house was pleased when Isolde announced she was pregnant.  It wasn’t exactly planned, but not unwelcome, either.  They were pretty secure in their schedules and relationship and now it was time for things to get shook up a bit.

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Note from Mao: I had no idea Isolde was even pregnant until her belly popped after she got home from work!  Stealth pregnancy!  No surprise, though, both of them have a 60%+ chance of trying.

Also, I actually did an elaborate wedding this time, but didn’t want to bog down the update.  For those of you who enjoy this sort of thing, more wedding pictures:

I love making my sims dance!  And you can see Michael showing off back there.  He’s not always quiet and subdued…

Sibling dancing!  This was autonomous and therefore hilarious.  Isolde is dancing with her younger sister, Adora Anderson.  Timothy is dancing with his younger sister Maggie.

Do you smell trouble, ’cause I sure as heck do!  Three bolts, THREE BOLTS!  Yeah, don’t worry, Kit will pop up in the Anderson update.  Sigh.  James is RIGHT beside her, too.

February 8, 2009

Saunders 3 – Round 23: ‘Haunting Me, End’

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , — Mao @ 12:07 am

Michael and Sade Saunders haven’t been married long, but Sade has found herself in a family way.  Will the well-known narcissist be able to handle bringing another life into the world?

Sade had heard people say before that being pregnant was a mysterious miracle and a pleasure.  Unfortunately, Sade did not think it was any of the above.  It was annoying and it made her feel increasingly ugly and whale-like.  She had striven to be absolutely gorgeous her entire life only to end up a fat, beached whale?  No way!  This baby needed to come out and it needed it come out right now!

Michael, too, was counting down the days to the end of Sade’s pregnancy.  She was not an easy pregnant woman to deal with at all.

It didn’t help that Sade could swear her belly was ten times bigger than most women.  She claimed that it was the world’s way at getting back her for being so outrageously gorgeous.  Michael just nodded and smiled, something he had done recently to avoid any horrific meltdowns.  Sade had her moments, though, and it allowed Michael to enjoy the thought of being a father.  He just hoped Sade was up to the challenge of being a mother.  Maybe somewhere in there, buried deep down, she had the ability to really, truly care for another human being.

One thing that did excite Sade about the upcoming baby was moving.  The apartment was too small for a baby and Michael was insistent on moving back to Boreal Springs.  Their house was in the process of being built and thanks to Michael’s income (and some of Sade’s, too), it was quite stately.  Sade was ecstatic.  She couldn’t wait to tell Kit.  Kit wasn’t nearly as thrilled.  It mean they would see one another less and that Sade was becoming a suburban mom.

“Give me a break,” Sade scoffed, eyes narrowed.  “Suburban moms only wish they could look like me.  Please.”

Kit sighed.  She’d miss Sade’s self-importance and companionship.

Grace came into the world after a grueling labor in which Sade said things that were not fit for young ears (or old ones, either).  Despite being such a pain to get out, Grace herself was cute as a button.  She had her father’s eyes and hair, but her mother’s fair coloring.  She didn’t fuss much and so moving was a cinch.  It wasn’t long until the new family of three was safely nestled in their new home in Boreal Springs.

Unfortunately for Sade, she went out to get the mail one morning only to get the shock of her life.  It hadn’t looked like a bad storm, but apparently, she had been mistaken.  She was lucky to have survived.  It didn’t change her, though.  She was still Sade, no big turn around, no ‘oh my God, I almost died’ change for the better.  Sade was Sade and that was all there was to it.

Still, Sade found that she didn’t exactly mind being a mom.  She kind of enjoyed it.  Grace was beautiful and, obviously, a testament to Sade’s own genetics and gorgeousness.  She was also incredibly soft and she made cute cooing noises.  Sade found herself bonding with the little infant.  She was a mother.  It was difficult to imagine–her in charge of another life, having given birth to the small being she held in her arms.

She loved Grace, but she didn’t love changing diapers.  Ew.

Grace soon blossomed into an even lovelier toddler and was quite spoiled by both her mother and her father.  Michael spent a lot of his spare time with her, teaching her the basics a toddler should (and being harassed by Sade when she insisted he wasn’t doing it right–nevermind that he had been a professor once).  All-in-all, despite having been brought into the world by an eccentric and a narcissist, Grace was off to a good start in life.

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Note from Mao: Poor Sade!  That’s the first sim I’ve had struck by lightning on their home lot before.  She barely made it out of the door when she was struck!  Grace is adorable.  So far, she’s a good mix of both her parents.  I can’t wait to see her as a child!  Also worth noting, Grace is officially tied to EVERY bloodline in Boreal Springs.

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.

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