Wondered where Momo had gone? He was there one day, and gone the other. Maybe he ran away, but how? How did he get out of the cage? Maybe someone hadn't closed the top properly? Lucky and the others looked after Momo for hours, but they couldn't find him. They were old enough to know that he wasn't coming back, or most likely that he was dead already.
Where are you going? Dads voice always was so cold, he couldn't help it though. He just sounded like that.
Out. Lucrecia didn't get why dads always were so boring.
Out. Lucrecia didn't get why dads always were so boring.
Dads were also very nosy: With who?
No one, I just wanted some air. Why did he always give her the third degree? What was it with dads and wanting to know everything that happened all the time? She wanted to have some privacy!
Where?
I don't know dad! Just out! Maybe I'll go to the beach or something! He was so lame! Atleast he seemed satisfied with the answer and she was finally allowed to leave. After telling him what beach she was going to ofcourse. Can't just go out without a specific plan for some reason.
Lucrecia.... He stopped her before she got to the door.
Lucrecia.... He stopped her before she got to the door.
What?
You're not going out wearing that. Put on more clothes.
Dads, they were so lame, and she was going to the beach!! Seriously! But she did as she was told, dad was not to be discussed with in that matter. He was so old, and understood nothing about how young sims dressed now a days. Just because he was so ancient he had worn mammothhide clothes as a kid, she had to dress like an old lady?
Who knew? Maybe she'd come across Momo. Not that she actually thought she would, but one never knew. For once in her life, she might actually be lucky. That was a bit unfair, despite all that had happened she was actually lucky. She had a family, a home and no financial problems. Her biggest thing was after all that she didn't have her own car. A lot of sims didn't have that. In addition her new outfit got the green light from dad, even if he thought the shorts could be longer. He probably wouldn't be happy before she started wearing full plate armour; spiked full plate armour that was.
Usually the last summerday had a tendency to rain away, but for once the weather was beautiful. Most times the river gave off an unpeasant scent, but for now it was non existant, the coarse sand pretty clean. There was only one way of making this even better, and as it turned out Lucky was really lucky today.
Who knew? Maybe she'd come across Momo. Not that she actually thought she would, but one never knew. For once in her life, she might actually be lucky. That was a bit unfair, despite all that had happened she was actually lucky. She had a family, a home and no financial problems. Her biggest thing was after all that she didn't have her own car. A lot of sims didn't have that. In addition her new outfit got the green light from dad, even if he thought the shorts could be longer. He probably wouldn't be happy before she started wearing full plate armour; spiked full plate armour that was.
Usually the last summerday had a tendency to rain away, but for once the weather was beautiful. Most times the river gave off an unpeasant scent, but for now it was non existant, the coarse sand pretty clean. There was only one way of making this even better, and as it turned out Lucky was really lucky today.
Hey, a deep voice interrupted hers. Biorn was fond of swimming, so Lucky had been sure to be down by the beach as often as possible. Hoping to meet him ofcourse. She hadn't contacted him or anything, so it was such a lucky happening! Though she had kind of hoped she'd had the chance of changing into swimwear first, just to show of how she looked in it. But now that it first had happened: Hi, she tried acting like she wasn't excited.
I didn't know you'd be here today, she lied blinking a bit extra against the light from the sun. Oh no, she probably looked squinty and weird whilst doing so! It technically wasn't a lie, just because she knew he liked to swim here. And then happened to be here as often as she could! It wasn't anything like stalking, right?
I didn't know you'd be here today, she lied blinking a bit extra against the light from the sun. Oh no, she probably looked squinty and weird whilst doing so! It technically wasn't a lie, just because she knew he liked to swim here. And then happened to be here as often as she could! It wasn't anything like stalking, right?
By the look on his face he didn't really believe her, but what did that really matter. And since their parents didn't like them meeting, it wasn't like she had a lot of other choices right?
Biorn didn't take a sneak peek at her even once: I come here as often as I can, he admitted. I'm kind of hoping to run into you. Then he smiled that genuine smile at her, showing off his canines. He hoped he'd run into her? That was so exiting! Even more exiting than him beeing a werewolf!!
Biorn didn't take a sneak peek at her even once: I come here as often as I can, he admitted. I'm kind of hoping to run into you. Then he smiled that genuine smile at her, showing off his canines. He hoped he'd run into her? That was so exiting! Even more exiting than him beeing a werewolf!!
Lucrecia was almost as smooth as her mum once had been: Does it hurt?
The changing? He looked at her with those glowing eyes that made her tummy feel funny. And he always seemed to understand what she was thinking. The fact that he'd just gotten that question very often didn't cross her mind, her version was so much more hot. Either way, Lucrecia nodded, biting her lip whilst letting the imagination of his naked body slowly becoming more animalistic take over.
She had no idea how a real werewolf actually looked, but she'd seen cheezy teenager appropriate series. They were probably realistic. Wait? Was it normal imagining things like that? She'd never seen those shows mentioning that! Maybe it was a sign that she had unhealthy desires. And that it was because she had been traumatized. Then it was probably best letting her imagination flow... just to be on the safe side.
Hm? She looked up, meeting his beautiful eyes again. Maybe it was just better to try to stay in the moment for the time beeing.
I said that I don't really remember the pain itself, but it hurts a bit. For me atleast, dad says he doesn't notice anything. His voice was so deep it was redicilous, didn't sound like that of a teenager but a grownup. It was kind of hot, even if she totally didn't like old guys! Eeew.
He smiled at her. Everything was so nice and normal around him even if he was a werewolf. And it was a bit exciting that their parents didn't want them meeting eachother, somewhat romantic. Wow, maybe if he ever actually got the hots for her, they could run away together!! That was romantic to, but then they might have to live at a place with germs and other gross stuff. Probably best to stay home.
It was probably exciting not beeing like other sims, even if it hurt a bit. Lucrecia didn't like pain, like having bandages ripped off for instance: Maybe I could be a werewolf. She felt a bit cool and edgy at the thought.
He looked like he tried not to laugh for a second before answering: Well, it's not really that fun. The ones who aren't afraid of you, looks at you like you're a weirdo. And sometimes I get this really odd want to lick sims I like in the face.
No you don't! She laughed at him. Maybe if she stared into his eyes a lot he'd notice her a bit more? Couldn't he atleast stare at her breasts or something? But no, he had eyecontact all the time but Lucrecia didn't see anything particular in his eyes. Why did those silly magazines say that you "could see in a boys eyes" if he liked you? She didn't see anything particular other than that they were eyes. Very pretty eyes though... Focus Lucrecia, focus!
Okay, I don't. He smiled again. But sims do shy away from you on the street. And look at my dad, he didn't make it to mayor because he's a werewolf. He looked down at hit feet, finally breaking eyecontact.
The changing? He looked at her with those glowing eyes that made her tummy feel funny. And he always seemed to understand what she was thinking. The fact that he'd just gotten that question very often didn't cross her mind, her version was so much more hot. Either way, Lucrecia nodded, biting her lip whilst letting the imagination of his naked body slowly becoming more animalistic take over.
She had no idea how a real werewolf actually looked, but she'd seen cheezy teenager appropriate series. They were probably realistic. Wait? Was it normal imagining things like that? She'd never seen those shows mentioning that! Maybe it was a sign that she had unhealthy desires. And that it was because she had been traumatized. Then it was probably best letting her imagination flow... just to be on the safe side.
Hm? She looked up, meeting his beautiful eyes again. Maybe it was just better to try to stay in the moment for the time beeing.
I said that I don't really remember the pain itself, but it hurts a bit. For me atleast, dad says he doesn't notice anything. His voice was so deep it was redicilous, didn't sound like that of a teenager but a grownup. It was kind of hot, even if she totally didn't like old guys! Eeew.
He smiled at her. Everything was so nice and normal around him even if he was a werewolf. And it was a bit exciting that their parents didn't want them meeting eachother, somewhat romantic. Wow, maybe if he ever actually got the hots for her, they could run away together!! That was romantic to, but then they might have to live at a place with germs and other gross stuff. Probably best to stay home.
It was probably exciting not beeing like other sims, even if it hurt a bit. Lucrecia didn't like pain, like having bandages ripped off for instance: Maybe I could be a werewolf. She felt a bit cool and edgy at the thought.
He looked like he tried not to laugh for a second before answering: Well, it's not really that fun. The ones who aren't afraid of you, looks at you like you're a weirdo. And sometimes I get this really odd want to lick sims I like in the face.
No you don't! She laughed at him. Maybe if she stared into his eyes a lot he'd notice her a bit more? Couldn't he atleast stare at her breasts or something? But no, he had eyecontact all the time but Lucrecia didn't see anything particular in his eyes. Why did those silly magazines say that you "could see in a boys eyes" if he liked you? She didn't see anything particular other than that they were eyes. Very pretty eyes though... Focus Lucrecia, focus!
Okay, I don't. He smiled again. But sims do shy away from you on the street. And look at my dad, he didn't make it to mayor because he's a werewolf. He looked down at hit feet, finally breaking eyecontact.
And... he continued: You grow hair on your back when you turn.... Or maybe I wouldn't like beeing a werewolf at all! She happily chirped at him, hair on the back! Gross!! But she could live with him having it. Maybe she could help him wax it or something.
So.... she innocently asked: Do you grow hair on your chest to when you turn?
Yeah, but I already have that, he answered thoughtlessly.
Oh... Lucrecia smiled pretending it was all an innocent question. So he had chesthair already, she smiled at herself again. Guys with hairy chests were so manly.... Not with like a carpet though.
Sometimes it was a bit difficult knowing what to say, or even to keep up a conversation. But Lucky did her best: So do you want to take a swim? It was the last summerday after all.
Lucky thought it was the best idea she'd ever had. Why think about him half- naked when she could actually see him instead?Wow, she'd been so stupid and he did have chesthair!! In addition she finally got to show off how great she looked in a swimsuit! But he didn't seem very impressed either way, but on the good side the water was nice and warm.
What's bothering you? Is it your cousin? Marea shot him a worried glance. Ofcourse Effie had told her that Odin was going to try to meet his mum. He really tried beeing present but the thought just kept popping up in his head.
Yeah, he was supposed to send me a message when they'd met. But....
Well, has the thing even started yet? Maybe he's still waiting in line, or maybe they have a lot to talk about. she suggested.
Efraim nodded, she was right. Marea usually was. And it had to go well, right? Why wouldn't it? Odin was a good kid and every mum would like him as a son wouldn't they? Effie was going to have kids when he grew up. Hopefully with Marea. Not that he'd told her though.
Do you miss your mum?
It was the worst question he got, he hated that question. Ofcourse he missed her, but the worst was that he'd never really known her to begin with. He'd been so used to missing her through his life, and he even had problems remembering her. The only thing he remembered was that she smelled of oil.
He tended to phase out a bit at the question though. He was the one that had run away from uncle Rikards so dad had to come after him. And then that guy had pointed a weapon to their face. Out of the blue Mahdis had shown up and the guy was just.... not alive anymore. And then she died to and dad had ended up at the loonie- bin, as uncle Marco so lovingly named it.
To this day he couldn't remember how the man with the gun looked, he only remembered the weapon. But if dad hadn't come to get him, maybe mum would have been alive. And Mahdis, and aunt Oriana wouldn't have died either. And dad wouldn't have gotten crazy again.
I'm sorry, Marea interrupted his thoughts when she snuck in for a hug. Effie wasn't sure how he'd gotten his arms around her either, but it wasn't anything to worry about. That happened when he phased out. Dad was fine again And if he went crazy again, they had Bashir and Marco at home that could act like nurses. Not that it usually was a problem when uncle Marco was home, he tended to get dad to snap out of it.
Efraim was going to work hard and get rich. Then he'd buy a ranch and marry Marea. Then dad and Ronin could move in with them, and their kids. He wanted that unicorn close by incase dad went crazy again. And incase they were attacked.
You are so skinny, Marea tried changing the subject: thin like a twig. I think I'm gonna start calling you twiggy. He didn't blame her, it had to be a bit creepy beeing around him when he phased out. Though he preffered the term "slim": I'm slim, not skinny.
Yes, skinny that's what I'm saying. Marea pretended she didn't hear him: And hairy. Really, really hairy. Makes you sound like a superhero doesn't it? Effie, the hairiest twig in the universe. Kind of makes me wonder what your superpower would be like. She smiled at him: I know! It could be waxing!
Efraim pretended he was laughing: Yeah, well with a superpower like that I'd have no problems switching you out with a younger blonde then would I? Someone that would fit perfectly into my.... red porsche? He didn't know the first things about cars, other than they had four wheels and went "vroom". But porsche was probably fine, and it had four wheels and went "vroom".
Music coming from the building wasn't as loud as he'd thought it'd be. The lack of sims and press made the whole thing seem a bit less important then he was expecting. He'd never seen an event like this before other than on tv, but wasn't it supposed to stuffed full of sims on the outside? It just made him increasingly nervous, constantly questioning himself and if they'd misunderstood something. But there were sims and paparazzo on the outside, and he recognized some pretty well- known faces going straight in through the door. He and a lot of others stood in a line though. So clearly something was happening, but maybe it was a small indipendent film or something?
Dragging his hands through his hair one last time, Odin went up to the arrogant looking man. Looking down his nose at the teenager he said: Sorry, kindergarten is closed. Go home and take a nap boy!
I'm on the list... He did his very best trying to look and sound sophisticated, but miserably failed. He'd insisted on going alone, on not having anyone with him. But he regretted it now, and for once in his life he was at a loss of words. On the other hand, the man was wearing a cowboyshirt in public. It even had musicnotes on it. Who trusted a guy wearing that with anything?
Odin wished he had Effie with him right now, he was so insistent when he wanted to. But Odin couldn't give up, not now. She was in there wasn't she? His mum had to be, there was no way Skuld was wrong. Mainly because he'd claimed he wouldn't believe she could do it, before he was actually standing inside the party.
Go away you little shit, before I call security! Cowboyshirtman said again, turning his butt towards him. Sweating, with shaking hands Odin tried again: I'm on the list. The guests standing behind him was starting to get agitated.
He's with me. A male voice next to him seemed to appear out of nowwhere. It couldn't belong to one of the smaller celebrities, they had to wait in line. The really famous ones just walked straight in. Turning around, Odin saw a badarse looking guy with mild eyes.
He nearly swallowed his own tongue. It was him... it was the vocalist in Black Winds. The best punkrock band ever to have existed! He was like the most awesome guy ever, and was way famous for his insane highpitched screams! Like this wasn't hard enough, he was trying not to fanboy like crazy to!
He kind of looked a bit like that guy dad sometimes met when they were kids. Maybe they were cousins or something? Finally Cowboyshirt man changed facialexpression, showing his best kissarse face: Mister Nicolaisen! Sheesh, he didn't even look like the same guy anymore.
There's not a problem with me bringing a guest right? The worlds most awesome guy gave the arrogant man a crooked smile. He was probably used to arsekissing.
Nearly turning the tip of his nose brown, Cowboyshirtman said hastily: No! No! Ofcourse not! Go right in young man! The guy had turned to Odin now: A guest of mister Nicolaisen is aaaalways welcome! He even kept the plastered smile on until they couldn't see him any more.
Odin had half- expected it to be some pumping dark club, stuffed full of drunk sims. But as it turned out, they were a boring bunch. Definitly some independent artfilm then, especially when he saw them drinking Absinthe.
Mister Nicolaisen winked at him with a small smile, before sitting down at the bar. Why had he helped him? Maybe he'd mistaken him for some fellow rocker or something? Odin tried looking a bit rocker- ish, but didn't think he pulled it off very well.
His heart beat inside his chest, and he even felt nasceous and started sweating at the same time. He had snook inside a party with celebrities looking for his mum. Dragging his hands through his hair one more time, he tried not panicking. Did it look okay? Judging by the sounds that came from upstairs, more sims were present than he originally thought. Which meant he had to look through all the floors... damnit.. He couldn't do this. Not yet. Odin found the nearest bathroom as fast as he could.
Studying his hair in the mirror Odin realized it looked fine, as usual. He had pretty good hair, but it wasn't like dads. Maybe he had inherited that from his mum? This had to be the dumbest idea he'd ever had, what was he going to do? Just walk up to his famous mother he'd never met and go: Hey, I'm your son. Remember me? Why did you leave me? Why didn't you come back?
He could feel the tears pressing on, what had he been thinking. What if they were wrong? Maybe it wasn't really her? Maybe he was really just about to harass a moviestar?! Then he'd go to jail. But he kind of looked like her didn't he? He didn't look that much like dad? His cheeks were to chunky to be from him right? Maybe that was from his mums side?
Odin did his best fighting the tears. He cried very often, a lot more than other boys. He didn't understand how they managed to never cry! It wasn't like he didn't try his best to avoid crying.... What if he started crying when he saw his mother? Why didn't she want him? Maybe it was because he cried a lot as a baby to. Dad said he always had cried a lot. He threw some water in his face, hoping it would make his almost puffy eyes less swollen.
Right now he most of all wanted to lock himself in to the bathroom stalls and cry. But acoustics had a tendency to be to generous to sounds like that. Besides it had that sickening sweet smell of that gross, pink handsoap that so many public bathrooms had. After another deep breath he decided to try again.
Atleast he didn't feel like instantly crying anymore, but was far from comfortable around the celebrities, and he thought they kept staring at him. They probably didn't, but the feeling when you just don't belong somewhere tends to be pretty strong. It still felt like he'd be named a hoax anytime. He even tried sneak- peeking at the women without seeming like a perv, but they didn't look like her. Maybe she wasn't there yet? Maybe she was at the other floor. Taking another deep breath he tried convincing himself it wasn't the worst idea he'd ever had.
The feeling of haste tugged at him, making it clear that he had to check the next floor before anyone named him an intruder. He knew dad had worked undercover in his youth, but how he'd managed to do that without getting caught was beyond Odin. Had his dad felt like this all the time then?
On his way to the strairs, it was pure accident that he noticed her. Just sitting at a table eagerly focused on a conversation with someone. They could have been dressed in oranges and sardines, with naked gnomes dancing on their heads and he's still wouldn't have noticed how they looked.
It was her. It was his mother just sitting right over there. He recognized her, like pretty much everyone in the city would. Wow, she was a lot smaller than he'd thought and far from as glamorous. Actually she looked kind of tired and worn down. Dad looked a lot fresher.
Without thought, he pulled at his nose. He hadn't inherited that from her atleast, or maybe kind of. But atleast their colouring were alike. Why would a famous actor want to be with his dad anyway? That made no sense to his young mind. The fact that his mum wasn't born famous, wasn't always easy to understand. What was he supposed to do now?
Feeling himself tearing up again, Odin kept filling with thoughts: Why hadn't she contacted him, she'd given birth to him after all. It wasn't like she didn't know of him. He wanted to ask her, but it was so difficult taking that first step. Maybe if he kept standing there, she would eventually be alone and then he could ask? Or maybe she'd think he was a weirdo stalker and call security on him.
FUCK!!! Heavy hands on his shoulders made him physically jump up. He was caught! He'd go to jail for hacking and breaking an entry!!! They'd throw him out, and the first time his mum saw him would be with his arms behind his back, face down in the floor. By a man that wore a cowboyshirt.. In public!! Who the hell wore that in public?!Or anywhere for that manner!
Marco had been caught off guard by the phonecall from Rye about Odin sneaking into some celebrity thing. It was still a bit odd thinking about Rye as beeing famous.
Not here Odin. He had been wondering why the boys had been acting so weirdly innocently the last days. Why Rye had helped his kid get into the party was another thing. He probably meant well, or he was suffering from brainproblems after nearly drowning and getting shot. Damn, that was actually a lot torment for just one sim.
It hadn't exactely been difficult getting entrance to this place, he was a policeofficer. And when that idiot wore a cowboyshirt in pulic... he hadn't needed to give the guy a hard time, but come on; He was pretty much begging to be bullied, wearing a shirt like that.
Turning around to face him, it was easy to see the boy was about to cry. Not even the slowly fading light could hide it. He really cried a lot: How did you know... I just wanted to... He awkwardly tried pointing towards him mother, before letting the arm heavily fall down- then let himself be led out.
Whoever had said boys were easy to bring up? They got into trouble, talked back to the teachers, got into fights, and never talked about what was actually wrong! Unlike himself ofcourse, he'd been a dream to raise.
Odin didn't seem to have that problem with crying though, as he often did. This time they'd barely gotten out of the place before the deep, sore sobs came. Marco knew it was different from the other tears he'd shed throughout life. Maybe he'd wronged the boy when he hadn't pushed Ally into meeting him. It was just that he knew the boy would be dissapointed in her. He wasn't ready yet. So he pulled his son close, and let him make his own shirt weat with his tears. Even cowboyshirt man didn't chase them off.
In the dim light, he had to try pulling something out of the boy: Why didn't you just come talk to me instead? Marco already knew the answer; he was awkward talking about things that involved feelings. But he still would have answered his son: Do you miss having a mum? Odin nodded, but still didn't talk. What do you want to ask about?
Why didn't she want me? He mumbled; Why didn't she ever call me, or send a mail or anything? Why did she leave? Did you do something?? This time Odin looked at him before turning away again, wiping his nose on the sleeve, leaving glistening marks on the fabric.
So.... she innocently asked: Do you grow hair on your chest to when you turn?
Yeah, but I already have that, he answered thoughtlessly.
Oh... Lucrecia smiled pretending it was all an innocent question. So he had chesthair already, she smiled at herself again. Guys with hairy chests were so manly.... Not with like a carpet though.
Sometimes it was a bit difficult knowing what to say, or even to keep up a conversation. But Lucky did her best: So do you want to take a swim? It was the last summerday after all.
Lucky thought it was the best idea she'd ever had. Why think about him half- naked when she could actually see him instead?Wow, she'd been so stupid and he did have chesthair!! In addition she finally got to show off how great she looked in a swimsuit! But he didn't seem very impressed either way, but on the good side the water was nice and warm.
What's bothering you? Is it your cousin? Marea shot him a worried glance. Ofcourse Effie had told her that Odin was going to try to meet his mum. He really tried beeing present but the thought just kept popping up in his head.
Yeah, he was supposed to send me a message when they'd met. But....
Well, has the thing even started yet? Maybe he's still waiting in line, or maybe they have a lot to talk about. she suggested.
Efraim nodded, she was right. Marea usually was. And it had to go well, right? Why wouldn't it? Odin was a good kid and every mum would like him as a son wouldn't they? Effie was going to have kids when he grew up. Hopefully with Marea. Not that he'd told her though.
Do you miss your mum?
It was the worst question he got, he hated that question. Ofcourse he missed her, but the worst was that he'd never really known her to begin with. He'd been so used to missing her through his life, and he even had problems remembering her. The only thing he remembered was that she smelled of oil.
He tended to phase out a bit at the question though. He was the one that had run away from uncle Rikards so dad had to come after him. And then that guy had pointed a weapon to their face. Out of the blue Mahdis had shown up and the guy was just.... not alive anymore. And then she died to and dad had ended up at the loonie- bin, as uncle Marco so lovingly named it.
To this day he couldn't remember how the man with the gun looked, he only remembered the weapon. But if dad hadn't come to get him, maybe mum would have been alive. And Mahdis, and aunt Oriana wouldn't have died either. And dad wouldn't have gotten crazy again.
I'm sorry, Marea interrupted his thoughts when she snuck in for a hug. Effie wasn't sure how he'd gotten his arms around her either, but it wasn't anything to worry about. That happened when he phased out. Dad was fine again And if he went crazy again, they had Bashir and Marco at home that could act like nurses. Not that it usually was a problem when uncle Marco was home, he tended to get dad to snap out of it.
Efraim was going to work hard and get rich. Then he'd buy a ranch and marry Marea. Then dad and Ronin could move in with them, and their kids. He wanted that unicorn close by incase dad went crazy again. And incase they were attacked.
You are so skinny, Marea tried changing the subject: thin like a twig. I think I'm gonna start calling you twiggy. He didn't blame her, it had to be a bit creepy beeing around him when he phased out. Though he preffered the term "slim": I'm slim, not skinny.
Yes, skinny that's what I'm saying. Marea pretended she didn't hear him: And hairy. Really, really hairy. Makes you sound like a superhero doesn't it? Effie, the hairiest twig in the universe. Kind of makes me wonder what your superpower would be like. She smiled at him: I know! It could be waxing!
Efraim pretended he was laughing: Yeah, well with a superpower like that I'd have no problems switching you out with a younger blonde then would I? Someone that would fit perfectly into my.... red porsche? He didn't know the first things about cars, other than they had four wheels and went "vroom". But porsche was probably fine, and it had four wheels and went "vroom".
The man with the giant orange hair, thought kids today treated eachother horribly. Everything was so much better back in the days when he was young! Ofcourse if judging by the hairstyle and clothecombination, he might not be in the best shape to judge anyone.
That's a girlscar Twiggy....
How was he supposed to know that: It is? It was uncle Marco that knew things like this, not him.
She nodded and smiled: Yeah, and for old men with a ahem.... genital complex.... They swore ginger- gianthair shot them an insultet glace at that comment. Maybe he had a porsche.
Oh... No porsche for him then... hopefully. Now why did she have to go and mention that?! Now he started worrying of he had anything to worry about!
You're so cute when you pretend you're not a complete nerd....
I'm not a nerd..... Fine he was a nerd. After all, they were at the nerdstore.
Did you know they've just gotten a photobooth outside? Marea said with a clever grin. Efraim didn't really like those, they were kind of slimy and smelled bad. Photobooths? Did anyone actually use those anymore?
Like most young sims today Efraim had a small problem with it either way: I don't have any coins on me. He used other ways of paying since he wasn't ancient.
We don't need coins for what I'm thinking about.
What? What was she thinking about? Effie had a bit to much on his mind today, until: Oh! Oh, okay! Sure, photos sounds great! Really great.... He was kind of lucky in the midst of everything wasn't he?
Music coming from the building wasn't as loud as he'd thought it'd be. The lack of sims and press made the whole thing seem a bit less important then he was expecting. He'd never seen an event like this before other than on tv, but wasn't it supposed to stuffed full of sims on the outside? It just made him increasingly nervous, constantly questioning himself and if they'd misunderstood something. But there were sims and paparazzo on the outside, and he recognized some pretty well- known faces going straight in through the door. He and a lot of others stood in a line though. So clearly something was happening, but maybe it was a small indipendent film or something?
Dragging his hands through his hair one last time, Odin went up to the arrogant looking man. Looking down his nose at the teenager he said: Sorry, kindergarten is closed. Go home and take a nap boy!
I'm on the list... He did his very best trying to look and sound sophisticated, but miserably failed. He'd insisted on going alone, on not having anyone with him. But he regretted it now, and for once in his life he was at a loss of words. On the other hand, the man was wearing a cowboyshirt in public. It even had musicnotes on it. Who trusted a guy wearing that with anything?
Odin wished he had Effie with him right now, he was so insistent when he wanted to. But Odin couldn't give up, not now. She was in there wasn't she? His mum had to be, there was no way Skuld was wrong. Mainly because he'd claimed he wouldn't believe she could do it, before he was actually standing inside the party.
Go away you little shit, before I call security! Cowboyshirtman said again, turning his butt towards him. Sweating, with shaking hands Odin tried again: I'm on the list. The guests standing behind him was starting to get agitated.
He's with me. A male voice next to him seemed to appear out of nowwhere. It couldn't belong to one of the smaller celebrities, they had to wait in line. The really famous ones just walked straight in. Turning around, Odin saw a badarse looking guy with mild eyes.
He nearly swallowed his own tongue. It was him... it was the vocalist in Black Winds. The best punkrock band ever to have existed! He was like the most awesome guy ever, and was way famous for his insane highpitched screams! Like this wasn't hard enough, he was trying not to fanboy like crazy to!
He kind of looked a bit like that guy dad sometimes met when they were kids. Maybe they were cousins or something? Finally Cowboyshirt man changed facialexpression, showing his best kissarse face: Mister Nicolaisen! Sheesh, he didn't even look like the same guy anymore.
There's not a problem with me bringing a guest right? The worlds most awesome guy gave the arrogant man a crooked smile. He was probably used to arsekissing.
Nearly turning the tip of his nose brown, Cowboyshirtman said hastily: No! No! Ofcourse not! Go right in young man! The guy had turned to Odin now: A guest of mister Nicolaisen is aaaalways welcome! He even kept the plastered smile on until they couldn't see him any more.
Mister Nicolaisen winked at him with a small smile, before sitting down at the bar. Why had he helped him? Maybe he'd mistaken him for some fellow rocker or something? Odin tried looking a bit rocker- ish, but didn't think he pulled it off very well.
His heart beat inside his chest, and he even felt nasceous and started sweating at the same time. He had snook inside a party with celebrities looking for his mum. Dragging his hands through his hair one more time, he tried not panicking. Did it look okay? Judging by the sounds that came from upstairs, more sims were present than he originally thought. Which meant he had to look through all the floors... damnit.. He couldn't do this. Not yet. Odin found the nearest bathroom as fast as he could.
Studying his hair in the mirror Odin realized it looked fine, as usual. He had pretty good hair, but it wasn't like dads. Maybe he had inherited that from his mum? This had to be the dumbest idea he'd ever had, what was he going to do? Just walk up to his famous mother he'd never met and go: Hey, I'm your son. Remember me? Why did you leave me? Why didn't you come back?
He could feel the tears pressing on, what had he been thinking. What if they were wrong? Maybe it wasn't really her? Maybe he was really just about to harass a moviestar?! Then he'd go to jail. But he kind of looked like her didn't he? He didn't look that much like dad? His cheeks were to chunky to be from him right? Maybe that was from his mums side?
Odin did his best fighting the tears. He cried very often, a lot more than other boys. He didn't understand how they managed to never cry! It wasn't like he didn't try his best to avoid crying.... What if he started crying when he saw his mother? Why didn't she want him? Maybe it was because he cried a lot as a baby to. Dad said he always had cried a lot. He threw some water in his face, hoping it would make his almost puffy eyes less swollen.
Right now he most of all wanted to lock himself in to the bathroom stalls and cry. But acoustics had a tendency to be to generous to sounds like that. Besides it had that sickening sweet smell of that gross, pink handsoap that so many public bathrooms had. After another deep breath he decided to try again.
Atleast he didn't feel like instantly crying anymore, but was far from comfortable around the celebrities, and he thought they kept staring at him. They probably didn't, but the feeling when you just don't belong somewhere tends to be pretty strong. It still felt like he'd be named a hoax anytime. He even tried sneak- peeking at the women without seeming like a perv, but they didn't look like her. Maybe she wasn't there yet? Maybe she was at the other floor. Taking another deep breath he tried convincing himself it wasn't the worst idea he'd ever had.
The feeling of haste tugged at him, making it clear that he had to check the next floor before anyone named him an intruder. He knew dad had worked undercover in his youth, but how he'd managed to do that without getting caught was beyond Odin. Had his dad felt like this all the time then?
On his way to the strairs, it was pure accident that he noticed her. Just sitting at a table eagerly focused on a conversation with someone. They could have been dressed in oranges and sardines, with naked gnomes dancing on their heads and he's still wouldn't have noticed how they looked.
It was her. It was his mother just sitting right over there. He recognized her, like pretty much everyone in the city would. Wow, she was a lot smaller than he'd thought and far from as glamorous. Actually she looked kind of tired and worn down. Dad looked a lot fresher.
Without thought, he pulled at his nose. He hadn't inherited that from her atleast, or maybe kind of. But atleast their colouring were alike. Why would a famous actor want to be with his dad anyway? That made no sense to his young mind. The fact that his mum wasn't born famous, wasn't always easy to understand. What was he supposed to do now?
Feeling himself tearing up again, Odin kept filling with thoughts: Why hadn't she contacted him, she'd given birth to him after all. It wasn't like she didn't know of him. He wanted to ask her, but it was so difficult taking that first step. Maybe if he kept standing there, she would eventually be alone and then he could ask? Or maybe she'd think he was a weirdo stalker and call security on him.
FUCK!!! Heavy hands on his shoulders made him physically jump up. He was caught! He'd go to jail for hacking and breaking an entry!!! They'd throw him out, and the first time his mum saw him would be with his arms behind his back, face down in the floor. By a man that wore a cowboyshirt.. In public!! Who the hell wore that in public?!Or anywhere for that manner!
Marco had been caught off guard by the phonecall from Rye about Odin sneaking into some celebrity thing. It was still a bit odd thinking about Rye as beeing famous.
Not here Odin. He had been wondering why the boys had been acting so weirdly innocently the last days. Why Rye had helped his kid get into the party was another thing. He probably meant well, or he was suffering from brainproblems after nearly drowning and getting shot. Damn, that was actually a lot torment for just one sim.
It hadn't exactely been difficult getting entrance to this place, he was a policeofficer. And when that idiot wore a cowboyshirt in pulic... he hadn't needed to give the guy a hard time, but come on; He was pretty much begging to be bullied, wearing a shirt like that.
Turning around to face him, it was easy to see the boy was about to cry. Not even the slowly fading light could hide it. He really cried a lot: How did you know... I just wanted to... He awkwardly tried pointing towards him mother, before letting the arm heavily fall down- then let himself be led out.
Whoever had said boys were easy to bring up? They got into trouble, talked back to the teachers, got into fights, and never talked about what was actually wrong! Unlike himself ofcourse, he'd been a dream to raise.
Odin didn't seem to have that problem with crying though, as he often did. This time they'd barely gotten out of the place before the deep, sore sobs came. Marco knew it was different from the other tears he'd shed throughout life. Maybe he'd wronged the boy when he hadn't pushed Ally into meeting him. It was just that he knew the boy would be dissapointed in her. He wasn't ready yet. So he pulled his son close, and let him make his own shirt weat with his tears. Even cowboyshirt man didn't chase them off.
In the dim light, he had to try pulling something out of the boy: Why didn't you just come talk to me instead? Marco already knew the answer; he was awkward talking about things that involved feelings. But he still would have answered his son: Do you miss having a mum? Odin nodded, but still didn't talk. What do you want to ask about?
Why didn't she want me? He mumbled; Why didn't she ever call me, or send a mail or anything? Why did she leave? Did you do something?? This time Odin looked at him before turning away again, wiping his nose on the sleeve, leaving glistening marks on the fabric.
Marco regretted it after hearing the questions, but what had he expected? Maybe he'd been a bit naive himself thinking the boy actually didn't care: I didn't do anything. We had sort of a relationship, and you came as a small, but welcomed surprise. He wasn't blonde enough to call the kid an accident, even if he had been. Actually all the kids had been accidents... Acting takes a lot of time, and she was rarely at home, He lied, I think she just thought it would make it worse for you to contact you, and then not beeing able to be the mum you needed. He was so full of shit, Ally was a selfish bitch that didn't care about her son. That was it really, but sometimes lying was better. She was a great fuck, but that was information no kid needed to hear.
Really? Odin didn't look like he really believed him, but atleast the endless flow of tears seemed to thin out a bit. A small glimmer of hope was lit in his eyes, tiny but atleast it was there.
Yeah, really. Marco lied. He should have grounded the boy for doing what he had, but couldn't find it in him. His poor little boy just wanted to meet his bitch of a mum. Marcos daddy heart was hurting, but far from as bad as his little babyboy. Things were so much easier when he could just pretend to eat his feet to make the kid smile.
Is mum gay? She said it in an intervju, is that why she...he couldn't even finish before his dads laughter stopped the words: Ally gay?! Sheesh, no!! He laughed, his mum was man- crazy.
Even the ammount of flowery bushes couldn't mask the stench of decaying garbage from appearing. Thankfully she wasn't staying there very long and it disappeared as soon a she left. Skuld had thrown what was left of Momos lifeless body in the trash, after stuffing his body in a bag. She had no idea that it would have made so much noise, but it was entertaining in it's way. Good thing she had hidden away at a secluded spot.
But there was so much more blood than she'd thought in that tiny body! She was fascinated with how the animal had looked on the inside, how everything hung together. And Momo had lived for so much longer than she'd anticipated. It was an exciting rush, and she still felt the thrill from it.
She didn't waste another look after throwing what was left of the animal. Why would she? It was just an animal after all. As soon as she left the garbagebin, the flowery bushes masked the place in sweet scents. Bumblebees flew heavily and awkwardly around them, hoping one day to be as elegant as the bees. Instead they clumsily landed on the plants, nearly making them break under their round bodies with the tiny wings. Someone really needed to tell bumblebees they weren't supposed to be able to fly.
Keeping her head straight, eyes steadily forward Skuld passed a man leaning on a fence, looking at her. She was pretty used to it, it was something creeps did to young girl but she kind of enjoyed it. Not that she craved their attention in any way, but it was funny seeing how much power the simple sight of her had on them.
Men were so useless. Just look at them. Skuld bent over, they started drooling, she smiled at them; they got those creepy grins. And if she flirted a bit, they did everything she asked them to. Though this guy could really, really not look at her though. He was utterly repulsive, even for a sim. And he smelled like wet dirt. The fact that he looked like he'd recently crawled out of a grave somewhere didn't make it any better. Atleast she didn't see any dirty spots on his outfit, but it was probably the reason why it was dark. That way he didn't have to clean the clothes.
Despite beeing so utterly repulsive, Skuld shot a pretend- shy smile at the guy, bit for once she didn't get the usual reaction. He just sat there, completely still with a small grin that didn't reach those gross milky eyes. There was something unnerving about him, and for once she got nervous. She didn't like beeing nervous. Not that grossguy did anything, or followed her in anyway. But that face... yuk. He had to have some kind of nasty disease or something. Or a hobo. Skuld didn't like sims with disabilities, homeless, ill, drugaddicted, alcoholics or anything. She just liked sims that were perfect, like herself for instance. Dad could do in a pinch to ofcourse. After all, he had fathered her so he couldn't be completely useless. On the other hand he'd also fathered Odin, but one out of two wasn't all bad.
Skuld found herself feeling the need to look over her shoulder, just to be on the safe side. The homeless, possibly- blind- creepy- stinking- like- a- bog- guy wasn't following her or anything. Not that she wasn't capable of taking care of herself, but he gave her the creeps. Just breathing in the same air as him was an insult to her. But he must have left, either that or he'd crawled into a bush somewhere sticking himself with needles.
Grossguy was fast for beeing so gross. That was odd, but she didn't care about checking it out. If he was dead in a bush somewhere; good riddance. But just to be on the safe side, she took an extra look around corners to make sure he hadn't hidden somewhere.
It was such a romantic book that Jarl usually would have problems putting it away. The large mansion they'd moved into after the murders was quiet and lonely when there was just him and Bashir in the house.
Jarl wasn't a complete idiot, even if he was a hopeless romantic. He'd understood that love and romance wasn't for him, mainly because he was a freak. Odin was also a hopeless romantic, but girls liked him and not Jarl. Not that he was surprised, as he himself was green and had leaves, and Odin didn't. But he didn't really care either, since he didn't want just any girl, but it wasn't the point.
He remembered the fairylady at Rikards talking about plantstuff he could do, but the truth was that he was to scared to even consider talking to any of them again. One thing he remembered more were the sounds coming from the livingroom, and the redheaded woman clinging her baby and herself to the floor. The panick and fear in her eyes, didn't add up with the clean livingroom and the supernaturals claiming they'd watched a movie. They weren't that dumb, but nothing seemed to have happened. It was just strange.
But it didn't matter anymore, as the only thing he wanted was to be a normal sim. Putting the book back in the shelf, he made sure Skuld wasn't at home before doing a thing he sometimes did.
He was a bit timid of Skuld, bit sometimes when she wasn't around, he'd sneak into her dungeon of pink evil and fluffy kittens, as Odin had named it and look through her book. Unfortunately she didn't keep notes, but he kept staring at it hoping one day he'd understand some of it. Which he didn't.
Not completely aware of what was going through his mind today, Jarl tried something. The fairies words about him beeing able to do plantsim stuff, sometimes popped up. Usually he didn't like exploring his freakiness, but what was plantstuff really...
Going over to one of Skulds plants- he had no idea how they grew without sunlight- Jarl tried something: So... did you know there's a story about a bush? It's said that a deity once put a bush on fire, but it didn't get destroyed or anything... and that the deity talked through that bush.. He really hoped no one walked in on him right now. This was crazy, he was crazy.
I'm not going to set you on fire or anything! Jarl quickly added: I just ... you know.... But.... ehr... I'm sure that you'll grow into a big, strong plant one day. That would be good. I mean, plants are neat right? Thanks to you we can breathe and stuff... He was so crazy. He'd heard that you should talk to your plants, but did anyone actually do that? Probably not.
But you just keep up the good work... plant.... Jarl said. This was silly, what was he even thinking? He wasn't exactely sure what to call it, but it wasn't like someone talked. More like some oddities in the air, or the movements of the leaves but he swore he heard: Thank you! You've made me a so happy ....from the plant....
Jarl had no idea what Skuld had in the basement, but it smelled weird down there. For once he hoped it was something that made sims hallucinate.
Please be my imagination, or some form of airborn drug.... Had a plant just answered him back?! .... no....way.... There was no way he had just been answered by a plant. He'd gone crazy to, that's what had happened. Him and uncle Joe had to start taking heavy meds together. It didn't matter though, it was time that he did something with it. Once again he ended up looking through Skulds books, even if he was scared of her. No one talked to a damned plant!!
Where was everyone anyway? Not that Skuld usually cared, but she could smell Bashir was home. She went looking and saw him standing outside, quietly smoking a sigarette and staring into the air. He stared into the air a lot.
Skuld didn't like him. It was something about the way he looked at her, that made her sure he knew something about her. That he suspected what she was really searching for. It would've been so much better if he just disappeared. But then there was dad beeing a cop, which made it a bit more difficult getting rid of him. Mostly it was that he was dangerous, Skuld was certain he was. He always looked around, as if expecting to be jumped every second. Besides he was to good at reading faces, even more than dad. She was quite lucky with dad thinking she was an innocent and helpless little girl.
Obviously ignoring him, and very happy that he hadn't noticed her; Skuld went down to her little chamber. Even if dad had gotten her an alchemytable, she still needed to extort ingredients out of Clerkman, or pick it herself. Not that she minded, it was a great way of finding small animals she could study on the inside.
What are you doing here? Jarl jumped at her voice, slamming her precious book shut. He had been looking in her book! Snooping around in her stuff! Walking up to him with hard footsteps, she demanded: What-are-you-doing-here! Her voice was hard. She couldn't stand that someone else touched her alchemytable! It was hers!!
Jarl was younger then her, and it was easy to notice when she started demanding things. He stuttered like someone having something to hide.
I...I... I just ... I wanted to see... He'd been caught, by Skuld none the less!
See what?! She stood close to him now, staring into a pair of golden eyes. He was really handsome, and she still remembered the smell of his blood, and the pain on his face, as she'd cut him. He healed redicolously fast though. A shame, she'd like to see him like that again.
I just wanted to see if there was something that could make me into a real sim. He ended up whispering it. What? Why would he want to be a real sim? Then he'd just look like all the other ones on the inside. Not that she actually liked supernaturals, but that wasn't the point. Jarl was a freak, but not a supernatural.
She'd love cutting him again, he was so pretty. And it left her feeling so strange. Seeing him in pain, the fear.. that look in his eyes when he realized the pain wasn't getting easier. Cutting that smooth skin made her want to see it again. Smiling, Skuld decided trying a better approach. Someone claimed that you catch more flies with honey. Making her voice as sweet as possible, she did her best sounding appologetic: Well, I haven't seen anything. But... she went closer to him: If you let me cut more leaves of you, I can use them trying to figure something out.
You used all already? Jarl shuddered at the thought. He didn't want to get cut again, it hurt. And Skuld looked weird when she did it, weirder than usual. And she'd looked like she wanted to eat him! He was afraid to tell anyone, what if they didn't believe him? Odin called her evil, but just thought she was mean. And dad thought she was perfect. Another thing that never left Jarls mind, even if it wasn't a conscious thought; was that he wasn't actually Marcos child, but Skuld was. She was his real flesh and blood, and he wasn't.
Yes, she smiled at him, it was really interesting to use them. I've never had anything like that to work with before. She smiled at him again: It's very unique, you are very unique. They weren't at all, but that wasn't the point either now was it?
She kept forgetting why she had so little respect for boys, but they were all so simple, every one of them fell for some simple flattery: Really? Jarl looked at her with big eyes, not sure if he should believe her or not. He'd been called "unique" before, but it was usually just a polite way of saying "freak". But the way Skuld said it made it sound like a good thing. Like she meant it in a positive way. Then why was he getting nervous? It wasn't like her beeing so nice, and she had that strange glow in her eyes again.
Smiling even bigger she nodded at him: You're very unique Jarl. Standing even closer to him, making sure her breast barely touched against his chest, she noticed how much taller he'd gotten. Not as tall as her though, but it was intriguing either way. He really was growing up... and it didn't matter that he called Marco dad, they weren't related. He seemed a bit uncomfortable at the close contact, but she was certain he'd change his mind. Why shouldn't he? All boys should like that, shouldn't they? She was pretty after all: So why not let me get just one tiny, little leaf more and I'll see what I can do.. But no promises okay?
But, she moved away from him: If you don't want to try becoming a real sim....
Okay. He said it, hesitantly with shivering voice. Turning around Skuld just managed to swallow a triumphant smile, switching it out with a more hernest one.
Great! She picked up the small knife, she'd wanted a big butchers knife but dad forbid his little doll touching those big scary things: Just take your shirt off and I'll take one!
Can't you just take one from my arm instead? Then he'll just have to pull up the sleeve of his arm.
No, the others are bigger and then I can use it longer! It sounded plausible, and it would mean that she would have enough with just one, instead of cutting him several times, right?
Skuld watched with a neutral face as he pulled his shirt off, revealing green skin and leaf. Huddled together, just like last time, it was obvious he didn't like anyone seeing. Even less when he was getting cut probably. He was really wellbuilt though, and not that much younger than her but enough to be insecure. Or maybe it was just him.
Barely beeing able to wait, Skuld quickly started touching him pretending to find a leaf that suited. Which wasn't the point of touching him either way, she just had this strange urge to do so. He completely froze under her touch, even turning away from her. Why did he do that? He was probably just shy, even if had no reason to be. It was just her after all.
Grabbing the leaf- in- question she started cutting it, way slower than she had to. She just wanted to see that pretty face grimase. Which he did, then she kept getting that strange sensation again.
Holding the bloody part of his body in her hand, Skuld couldn't stop herself anymore. She pressed herself against him, kissing him hard on the lips. The feel of his hands going up her ribs, sent shivers down her entire body, but it was to be a short pleasure.
Beeing pushed hurt, but atleast she was smart enough to drop the knife before she hit the floor. That little jerk had pushed her! That little dirtbag pushed her off him, and look at him now! He walked out of there, shaking and looking like he wanted to throw up. His arm was around the part he'd been cut as he quickly walked away with his eyes planted on the ground, wiping his mouth with the other hand over and over. That arse!
Fury boiled inside her as Skuld violently pushed herself off the floor, furious at that jerk. Who the hell did he thing he was? He should be thankful that someone like her even wanted to touch him! She had to do damagecontrole, what if he told! What if he told someone that she'd kissed him after cutting him! She had to make sure he stayed quiet, how could he even do this to her? She ran up the stairs and ripped the door to the garage open, still blind with fury.
Skuld found herself back on the ground, but it was in this dirt this time. It was moist and cold after the dry warmth of the cellar. No one had pushed her this time, but she'd tripped in something. Or more likely in someone. Only one sim she knew of wore handmade shoes from Monte Vista.
Bashir didn't offer her a hand, or even appologize for tripping her. He just stood there, smoking and watching as she slowly got up trying to keep atleast a shred of dignity. He didn't say a single word, just stood there with that irritating smirk behind the sigarette. She really hated that guy.
Whatever anger she had felt towards Jarl redirected itself to that snake. What had he heard? What had he seen? What did he actually know? Still smoking and looking at her, he remained silent.
Hiding her anger as well as she could, which wasn't easy with dirt stuck on her shirt, she tried really hard not to rip his face off and stuff it down his throat: What?
I assume we won't loose any more pets..... Then he walked away, leaving her staring after her. How the hell did he know? How did he always know?!
Hoovering over the toilet, Jarl threw up for all he was worth. He didn't need food to live, just water. But that also meant there wasn't anything for his body to throw up, other than fluid and stomach acid. It felt like it was burning a hole in his throat, but he just wasn't able to stop. His entire body was shaking from the wound, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. That wasn't what made him throw up. He could still taste her, and for now it was enough for him to keep throwing up.
Sticky saliva filled his mouth, dripping down on the floor. Just for Jarl to realise he hadn't even taken the time to close the door. What if someone heard? Wait? Was he alone with her?! Or was Bashir here to? Not that it made him feel any safer, he was almost as scared of him. Closing the door, locking it tightly he crawled into the bathtub filling it with foam- he didn't like seeing his own body.
Sinking into the way to hot water, he could actually feel the water regenerating his energy. The wound burned and left the water red, but he didn't care as he started scrubbing himself. He scrubbed his face trying to get rid of her taste. That was sick! What was wrong with her?! Skuld had kissed him, after cutting him! That was sick, she was sick!! Did she like cutting him or something? What kind of freak did that?!
Still frantically scrubbing himself, he tried making the feeling of beeing dirty go away. But it didn't! He wasn't the freak, she was! Damn that hurt!! She didn't want to help him turning into a real sim, she just wanted to cut him for her own pleasure! Jarl felt the urge to throw up again. Damn it!
I can hear your heartbeat little one, just tell me where you are and I have an offer for you
How dumb did that weirdo think she was anyway?
That was weird, Skuld rarely remembered her dreams anyway. And why was she waking up sweating and shaking? She wasn't afraid of anything, why was she worried about a dream? It was just a dream.
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That catpark is so beautiful. I swear, every single time I play in Jericho I discover something new. It's just perfect... everything about it is just pure perfection. How can anyone make such a perfect simworld? Simsample is a genious, just had to point that out.
And if no one saw who that was, it was Rowena towards the end there. I'm gonna try the funkystory. But it looked so much worse than I thought it would.
Thanks for reading
poses: simsimi, AG, Zhippidy, ArtistKate,
That catpark is so beautiful. I swear, every single time I play in Jericho I discover something new. It's just perfect... everything about it is just pure perfection. How can anyone make such a perfect simworld? Simsample is a genious, just had to point that out.
And if no one saw who that was, it was Rowena towards the end there. I'm gonna try the funkystory. But it looked so much worse than I thought it would.
Thanks for reading
