Boreal Springs

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.

January 2, 2009

Saunders – Round 22: ‘Hard to Handle, Pt. 7′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 11:38 am

Damien and Aiyana Saunders are happy to have two grandchildren, but they’re not so pleased with the way they’re being raised.  Basil is too busy ‘creating’ and Virginia, well, she’s got her own things to do…

Damien continued to help with the care of the twins, even though they were becoming more self-sufficient.  He hoped that his son and daughter-in-law would spend more time with them now.  They weren’t babies and dirty diapers were few and far between, especially since he and Aiyana had potty trained them.  Unfortunately, Virginia and Basil were too busy gossiping about the quick engagement and marriage of Nevio Anderson that ended in death.

Aiyana seemed to be suspicious of Virginia’s motives with Nevio Anderson.  She’d seen her daughter-in-law spending a little too much time over there and decided to confront her directly.  Well, in the most direct way that Aiyana was capable of.  She made mention of Nevio being a bachelor again and that the ladies often found him attractive.  She watched Virginia’s face carefully.

“He even has affairs with married women!” She added for effect.

Basil butted in, “affairs with married women?  Not nearly as much as Shang Yu.  I still remember the fallout from that disaster.”

“What are you trying to say, anyway?” Virginia said, ignoring Basil’s interruption.

“Nothing, nothing at all…” Aiyana sighed, disappointed in her boy’s lack of common sense.

Unfortunately, Aiyana would never get the chance to clue Basil in.  She shuffled off the mortal coil not long after.  She had a long and happy life and while everything may not have gone well, she had salvaged what she could.  She only hoped Damien remained long enough to care for the twins as they deserved, instead of being left to the neglect and apathy of their parents.

Damien and Basil were beside themselves with grief.

Virginia, on the other hand, was quite pleased.  Aiyana had known something about Virginia’s little ‘on the side affairs’ and now that she was gone, there was no chance of it getting out or to Basil.  Virginia had never really been a one woman kind of man and certainly not mother of the year material.  She left the children to Damien and Basil’s care and spent most of her time upstairs on the balcony, inhaling smoke, or out enjoying her youth.

Daisy and Sage grew into children before long.  They missed their grandma, but their grandpa was still around.  They were closer to him than their own parents.  When they weren’t following Damien around, they enjoyed being competitive with one another.  Sage was a bit more serious about it than Daisy was.  Then again, Sage always seemed to be serious about everything whereas Daisy was a bit more easy-going.

Their delinquent mother was too busy checking out the very illegal paperboy to tell the girls not to play in the middle of the street while they waited for the bus.  The only reason she was out there was because she was going for ‘a walk’.  The girls had gotten used to her snubbing of them and so they ignored her just as she did them.

It was Damien’s job to make sure they did well in school.  He taught them how to do their homework and helped them with it anytime they needed it.  Basil was too busy, locked up in his pottery room.  Virginia, well, Damien wasn’t completely sure he trusted her to be responsible for the girls.  He just hoped he would make it until they became teenagers who could care completely for themselves and be independent of their parents.

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Note from Mao: Virginia really is a horrible mother.  She never does anything with the twins, at all.  She never fed them, held them, etc.  It was all Damien and Aiyana, and sometimes Basil.  He’s usually too busy making stuff, though.  The picture of Virginia and girls playing on the street cracked me up too much not to add it!

December 22, 2008

Saunders 3 – Round 21: ‘Haunting Me, Pt. 1′

Filed under: O`Hanlon,Saunders — Tags: , , , , , — Mao @ 9:08 am

Michael Saunders is trying to keep to himself, but between Fou-Lu’s problems and Sade O`Hanlon forcing herself constantly into his life, he’s finding it incredibly hard to do so.

“A cat, really, F0u-Lu?” Michael grumbled.  “In an apartment, no less.”

“You got something against cats?”

“Not at all, but seeing as you didn’t even ask me beforehand–”

“It’s for Emma, no big deal.  It won’t be here long.  I promise.”

Behind them, Sade was already cooing over the cat, “It’s so cute!”

“Don’t even start,” Michael said quickly, looking over Fou-Lu’s shoulder at Sade.  “A cat is one thing, but you?”

“Awww, c’mon, don’t be a scrooge.  You gonna kick a cat and a girl out on the street?”

Of course, Michael was a loner, but he wasn’t heartless.  He didn’t kick Sade out or the cat.  He tolerated them both as well as anyone could hope to.  Especially when Sade refused to leave him alone.  She had a job, this much he knew, but what and when it took place, he couldn’t say.

“You can’t avoid me forever,” Sade said daringly, eyes narrowed as if plotting something devious.  “I don’t see why you even bother.”

“Some of us have a sense of decency,” Michael replied, though defeat was obvious in his voice and face.  “I don’t see why you have to be so… pushy.”

She smiled at this, “Maybe because you’re shy and I like watching you twitch.”

Meanwhile, Elena and Fou-Lu weren’t quite having the same issues.  Elena visited frequently, both with and without Emma.  While they had both tried to be as casual as they could, old habits die hard.  Elena found herself reliant on Fou-Lu constantly being there.  She began to wonder if perhaps her own doubts had just been fear.  Fou-Lu was immature, but he tried, and he’d grown, despite himself.  Keeping him away was hurting Emma.

Perhaps there was something to be said for second chances.

Sade’s techniques needed definite work.  Michael was resisting her as fervently as ever and it was frustrating.  Worse yet, when she tried to back off and attempt more subdued methods, she failed.  Burning breakfast was only the beginning.  She decided to quit before she burnt the entire apartment down around them.  Why did he have to be so stubborn? Had Sade hit on anyone else, they’d have been flattered and smitten instantly.  She was Sade, after all.  Gorgeous, and while not skilled in the culinary arts, extremely good arm candy.  What the heck was wrong with Michael?

Elena was trying to figure out just that.  In her visits, she’d noticed what was going on and decided to confront her step-brother about it.  He was reluctant to talk, but Elena knew him and his weaknesses.  He had no choice.

“If you don’t like her, just tell her so she leaves you alone,” Elena said, trying to be sisterly, but her annoyance was obvious.  “What you’re doing is just mean, Michael.”

“I’m not trying to be mean,” Michael said sadly, unsure of what else to say, really.  “I just, I mean.  I don’t get it.  I was supposed to be alone, right?  And I keep getting lost in these situations and I’m surrounded by people and I just–”

Elena rolled her eyes, “accept it.  Life isn’t what you want.  You take what you can get.  You think I wanted to get knocked up in college?  But I love Emma, and I wouldn’t go back and change it.  Who says you have to be alone?  Being weird doesn’t mean you’re not like the rest of us.  You were born that way, Michael, and we all except it.  Why can’t you?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Well, figure it out quick.  Sade may be full of herself, but you are who you are.  Girls won’t exactly fall over themselves for you forever, Michael.  Not once they figure out how truly strange you are.  Sade knows and doesn’t care.  For some reason, she likes it.  Don’t take advantage of that acceptance.”

Michael tried to take Elena’s advice to heart, but his personality was what it was.  He couldn’t change that and so he simply avoided Sade as best he could.  She eventually cornered him and instead of being annoyingly pushy, she approached him carefully.

“Will you come with me?  I want to take a walk, but it’s dark…” Her confidence was faltering, but she hid it well.  “Someone like me?  I’ll get kidnapped if I go alone.  Please?  I’ll be good, I promise.”

He sighed.  His first response was to refuse, he did have to work early in the morning and it was already nine.  Who goes for walks at nine when its cold?  But he was weird in his own way, too.

“Fine, but this better not be a trick.”

“Of course not!” She grinned suddenly, taking his hand and pulling him towards the door.  “Let’s go!”

They walked to the park, which was surprisingly populated for it being so late at night.  Sade moved instantly to the brightly colored swings, flopping down on one of the plastic seats that dangled helplessly from the chains.  It rattled beneath her weight and creaked as she moved.

“Swings, Sade?” Michael asked incredulously.  “You brought me out here to swing?”

She stuck her tongue out at him, “what’s wrong with swings?  Don’t be such an old man, Michael.  You’re barely thirty!  Everyone loves swings.”

“So says the twenty-something who dropped out of college,” Michael grumbled, giving her a small push, the creaking of the chains worrying him.  “Is this even safe?

“Don’t you ever stop?  It’s fine!  Now push harder, that last one was lame.  It’s not like I weigh a ton,” she laughed, dainty and yet mocking all the same.  “Unless you’re too weak–”

The push she receieved sent her high into the air, eliciting a sudden squeal.  She gripped the chains hard, coming back down, scuffing her feet against the dirt and digging her heels in.  As the fear dissipated, she laughed and was surprised when it intermixed with Michael’s own laughter from behind her.

As they moved to leave, Sade stopped and turned to Michael, her face twisted in mock anger.

“You tried to kill me,” she said, laughing, unable to keep up the guise.

“Obviously not hard enough,” he countered, surprising her.

She moved towards him, dangerously close, arms catching him by surprise, “ooh, that would be scary… you know, if you weren’t so meek!”

“I scared you, didn’t I?”

Instead of replying, she took the opportunity and kissed him.  It had been nearly ten years since this scenario had played itself out in the basement of Michael’s childhood home.  Of course, then it had been awkward and much shorter.  Neither had gained any experience, but adulthood tends to change things nonetheless.

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Note from Mao: Sorry this is long.  Sade and Michael drive me nuts.  Seriously.  Sade is push, push, push and Michael is running away like a scared little boy.  He’s 100% shy, she’s 100% outgoing.  The mixture of the two is VOLATILE.  Sade also fails at cooking.  FAILS.  Fou-Lu is moving out to join Elena the next round, hooray.  Here’s hoping it lasts, lol.

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.

December 6, 2008

Saunders – Round 21: ‘Hard to Handle, Pt. 6′

Filed under: Saunders — Tags: , , , , , , , — Mao @ 6:06 pm

Damien and Aiyana did not have an easy beginning, but they’re happy now.  Unfortunately, they don’t have much time to themselves, being forced to take care of Basil and his new wife, as well as their children.

Virginia wasn’t exactly pleased to find out she was expecting.  She became even less enamored with the idea as time pressed onward and her stomach continued to grow.  She felt like a fat cow and that wasn’t something Virginia was used to.  She was used to being hot and sexy, spending her nights at the club and ignoring cat calls from perverted and drunken males.  Now she was stuck barfing, eating, and feeling generally bloated.

Worse yet was what the pregnancy resulted in–twin girls, Sage and Daisy.  Virginia and Basil were not prepared at all with what faced them.  Damien and Aiyana did their best to pick up the slack, to try and show the two hapless youths how to properly care for their newborn babies… unfortunately, it didn’t seem to work.

Virginia really had no maternal instinct.  She was more content to sit by and let someone else do the ‘child rearing’.  Basil was too busy doing his crafts.  It all fell on Aiyana and Damien.

Damien was overjoyed to have grandchildren.  River, though the older of the two, had yet to give them any and it didn’t seem like it would be happening anytime soon.  Sure, she was more responsible, but Damien was more concerned with the fact that here, he could cuddle them and care for them directly.  It was a shame that Virginia and Basil didn’t want to have more to do with their babies.

He was happy, however, that Basil had turned his hobby into a business venture.  Damien often helped him sell his wares in Aiyana’s old massage building.  She’d given it up with her increasing age, the arthritis in her hands making it difficult to continue her craft.  She did help Basil sometimes, though, with his pottery.

River visited often and was none-too-pleased with how her younger brother was treating their aging parents.  She read him the riot act regularly, though it fell on deaf ears.

“You can’t just use our parents as servants, Basil!  Take some responsibility!”

Basil would simply laugh her off and go about his business.  He didn’t see what he did as using his parents, he saw it as them helping.  If they had a problem with it, wouldn’t they say something?  River just needed to mind her own business.

Thanks to their grandparents, Daisy and Sage became toddlers and were quite happy and healthy little ones.  They were mischievous, though the two couldn’t be anymore different.  They seemed to come from completely different spectrum, and not just by their looks, but their personalities.  Only time will tell how they make out once their grandparents are gone.

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Note from Mao: Sorry there’s no individual shot of the twins.  This house was nuts.  The twins crack me up, though.  Could they look anymore different, seriously?  Daisy doesn’t even have her father or mother’s skintone–she has Aiyana’s, as well as her face template.  Sage seems to have Virginia’s.  River really did come over frequently and yell at River.  It was pretty funny.

November 30, 2008

B.S.U. Campus – Round 20: ‘Sade’s Diary, End’

Filed under: B.S.U. Campus — Tags: , , , , , , — Mao @ 12:41 pm

From Sade’s Online Diary, pulled from SIMplygorgeous.simjournal.com:

Well, here I am, at University.  Don’t expect any great stuff because to be honest, this place is horrible! All they do is nag about books and reading!  What do I look like, a nerd? Even the campus boys can tell I’m much better than silly homework, though I kind of wish they’d stop outright whistling and trying to get my phone number.  Please, really?  I don’t think so.  Not even if any of them were the last source of a compliment on the planet!

I guess I should mention that Kit and Claude are here, too.

Not that it matters much that they are here.  They’re both too busy doing their own things.  Kit actually studies–ha!–and Claude, well, Claude does what he’s always done.  I’d really like if he’d go and do it somewhere else, though.  My gorgeous and delicate nature aren’t meant to be surrounded by silly university hormones.  Yuck.  Isn’t it bad enough they’re making me read books?!

Kit has tried to ‘help’ me, but her idea of help is telling me to do the work.  What kind of help is that?  She lectures me all the time on how I’m going to get kicked out for running off to Aperture for days on end.  So?  It’s better than being here.  She thinks I don’t know her ‘little secret’, but I do.  Everyone thinks I’m some idiot with a gorgeous face.  One part of that is true and I’ll give you no guesses–the gorgeous part!  I am not stupid and I wasn’t born yesterday.  How did they think I wouldn’t find out?

Claude and Kit think they’re being sneaky, but I know better.  Not that I want to!  I used to soak in that hot tub–ewww!  Do you know what kind of nightmares I have now?  No wonder I have to run off to Aperture!

Okay, so it’s mostly to avoid the assignments–they’re horrible!  How am I supposed to know this stuff?  I’m actually kind of glad Patrick sent me packing over to Michael’s.  At least he is smart enough to do them for me.  Sure it took awhile to convince him, but now he doesn’t even question it!  Not that it matters, I forget to hand them in anyway.  That means I have to go to class!  Ew!

See?  I told you that I soaked in that hot tub!  Gross, huh?  As you can see, the annoying boys just won’t leave me alone! Give me a break.  Gross.  Can’t they see I’mfar above them and they’ll never have any hopes of truly basking in my gorgeousness?  As if they’d know what to do with it if they ever did!

Besides, I’m pretty sure I can get Michael to see things my way.  I just need some more time… and Fou-Lu gone.  That shouldn’t be too hard.

Apparently this university can’t handle my gorgeous.  Neither can this journal.  It’s time to face facts–I’m much too gorgeous for all of this.  So it’s time to say goodbye!

But first, I have to make a phone call… there’s no way I can let my parents find out about this!

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Note from Mao: Poor Sade barely made it through those first two years!  She really hates college, LOL.  She never had any college-related wants.  I made her do an assignment once and it took forever.  Can you guess where she went?  I’m sure you don’t have to. :D   The Claude and Kit thing?  Casual, completely casual.  Mutual attraction, but no basis for a relationship.  But isn’t that what college is all about?  Hahaha…

Oh and sorry there’s no portrait at the top.  I messed up and moved Sade out before I grabbed it, so her makeover was complete.  D’oh.

November 29, 2008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

September 30, 2008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

September 20, 2008

Saunders – Round 20: ‘Hard to Handle, Pt. 5′

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

Damien and Aiyana Saunders are happy with their noses in their books, but they still worry about their son, Basil.  Will he able to choose the proper girl or will his decision fail to meet his parents expectations?

Basil decided that Virginia was the one for him.  Forget rational thought and the fact she couldn’t stand to hear him talk about Grilled Cheese, the passion and the fire was definitely there.  He wanted more illicit meetings in hot tubs and heavy make out sessions in the public.

Virginia, on the other hand, wasn’t quite sure what she was thinking when she said “yes”.  She should have turned and ran, but something kept her tethered.

There was a freedom that came with leaving her life of leisure and living pay check to pay check.  She cared about Basil, sure, but Virginia wasn’t necessarily the type to narrow down who exactly she cared about.  They were married quietly and hurriedly, not wanting a big ceremony.

Aiyana and Damien agreed to this, just happy that their son was finally showing that he was not the wrong choice when they picked an heir.

Meanwhile, Aiyana fulfilled her lifetime want and Damien was not far behind her.  They both knew everything they could possibly hope to know.  At first, it was fulfilling, but after the excitement waned, they weren’t quite sure what to do with themselves.  What else was there out there for them to enjoy?  And so, they began to think of grandchildren…

Basil wasn’t concerned with children of his own yet, though.  He hadn’t even gotten a job.  He found his time was much better spent mucking around in the craft room, playing around with his mother’s old tools.  Sculpting was his favorite, perhaps he could make a trade of that.  Jobs were too rigid, too strict.  Everyone had them and Basil desired something vastly different from the norm.

Unfortunately, he and Virginia hadn’t really taken the precautions necessary to prevent a little bundle of joy from joining the house.  Virginia was extremely surprised when she found herself pregnant and a panic filled her.  What would she do now?  She still had hopes and dreams!  A little, wiggling kid would just tie her down!  All of the sudden, she felt that great urge to run, to flee… but it was too late.

This would set back her chances of going into sports greatly.

Damien decided that with this news of an impending child, he needed to have a talk with his son.  Unfortunately, it was easier said than done.  Basil had no interest in changing his lifestyle and was insistent that he would make a trade of selling his wares, he just needed more time.  But a growing child needs money and while they had some in the bank, eventually, he’d need an income.

Basil wasn’t concerned about the future, he was only worried about the here and now.  Damien hoped his son’s lack of foresight wouldn’t come back to bite him.

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Note from Mao: I really hadn’t intended for Virginia to end up pregnant so quickly, in fact, I had no idea she was pregnant until her belly pop!  I was quite stunned.  It’s been awhile since it’s surprised me like that!  Still not 100% better, but I can function.  I will be leaving to rejoin my fiance in about a week’s time, though, and going back to work… so I definitely need to get some playing in!

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. ;)

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