tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70893675549663364532024-03-13T22:48:59.802-05:00Roo's LL Minionettes Mini ChallengesRoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-86395305160263656442013-05-25T17:03:00.007-05:002012-03-13T19:54:08.940-05:00What we have here...<table><tbody><tr><td>...is a failure...</td></tr><tr><td></td><td>...to communicate...</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Okay so maybe not. What we <em>do</em> have here is a few random challenges that involve my friends from Legacy Land.<br /><br />Starting with one of my favorites: Toddlermania<br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/4ce6e0ed.jpg" width="650" /></center><br />Or aptly named by Lisa, <a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome.html">Toddler This</a>.<br /><br /><br />Challange Two: Asylum<br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/2e332d58.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />Or <a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/06/switching-gears.html">This Asylum</a>.<br /><br />Challenge Three: Fun? Soap Opera style, just no rules, save one:<br />Phase 3… it’s a bit of fun for me, a bit of drama for simmies, and an askewed version of propserity style play with a hint of soap opera. Starting sims are the survivors and the host. Each has a home and a life to lead. They get to tell their own story. There is only one rule. Adoption. Each household must adopt a girl. Once the last toddlermania girl is adopted and grows up, Phase 3 is done. I'm ammending this to exclude one house per generation. There are only 7 girls after all.<br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVq3BIb-ZnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dQkPHgXzLLA/s800/pleasantview.jpg" /></center><br />or <a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-this.html">‘This’ Pleasant View</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/02/bloopers-and-funnies.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Bloopers & Funnies</a> is updated when something stikes me as funny.<br /><br /><a href="http://end2this.blogspot.com/">An End to ‘This’</a><br /><br /><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s73o-j6VljA/T1_oxu-9jkI/AAAAAAAABCA/8LN5nfwv8Jo/s800/rain.jpg" width=600/><br /><br />I knew if I tried yet another challenge, it would most likely die out as This Pleasant View did and I just didn’t want another failed challenge. So instead I present to you a story.<br /><br />- Because I can.<br />(Quoted from one of my favorite <a href="http://www.lfgcomic.com/">online comic writers, Ryan Sohmer</a>)Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-86471798657883322952011-03-07T11:44:00.010-06:002011-03-15T20:32:20.934-05:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 09Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Nina pays Cyd a personal visit. Cyd asks Ruyb for time. Time for what? Heather has an odd talk with Daniel. Leaving her with even more questions about the pink box. Dina is pregnant. Who’s the baby dayddy? Magic is schooled by Lisa. Mitch claims his relationship with the slut twins is platonic. If that’s true, how does he know such intimate details of their life?<br /><br />Meanwhile…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOZKXck5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BDjCgoziO0c/s800/PV0109-01.jpg" /></center><br />“What? Warned me? Not very likely.” Heather shakes her head bewildered. “You’ve spouted off about some Mütevazi. Which I still haven’t a clue what that is-”<br />“Who. Mütevazi is a who, erm… a man… a powerful man.” Daniel visibly shudders.<br />“So you say… then you spout off about preparing for someone and you’re really creeping me out.” Heather takes a step backward away from Daniel. “Do you talk like this to strangers all the time? Or am I just lucky?”<br />Daniel smiles sadly. “I’m not crazy. Really…”<br />“Ya… uh huh, I’m sure you aren’t.” Heather is finally safely out of reach of this strange man and a shiver runs through her. “Your creepy factor is rising at an alarming rate. I think I need to go… anywhere.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOZaP03hI/AAAAAAAAAqg/8jY9lXqrfUE/s800/PV0109-02.jpg" /></center><br />“Heather?” He watches her hasten her step to walk away. “I’m sorry.”<br />Heather can’t help but glance at him. “Creepy… I’m just saying, Daniel… if that’s really your name.”<br />Daniel simply nods. “Daniel… Daniel Pleasant.”<br />She does a double take. “Pleasant?” She holds her sides and laughs. Gripping the post she uses it to brace herself. “I’m sorry…” She wipes her tears of mirth. “The irony. This encounter… it has been anything but pleasant.” She walks away, her shoulders still shaking from her laughter.<br />Daniel shakes his head. “Like I haven’t heard that before…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOZuJNbiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/fC_EYxIWq9w/s800/PV0109-03.jpg" /></center><br />The clanking of the wrench rings loudly in the small room. He beats relentlessly at the pipe cursing his own stupidity. “Sure, I can fix it…” clank, “who am I kidding?” Clank. “I’ve never fixed-” clank, clank, “a damn thing my whole-” clank, “life.” His wrench pauses, his brow furrows and he tilts his head listening. He looks around peering at the room as if it holds the answer to what that muffled distant noise is.<br />He jumps at the piercing scream. The wrench falls from his hand. He steps out of the shower and wipes his shoes on the small carpet. The scream was muted yet he is sure it was piercing wherever it originated from. Toots is off at a work convention so no one should be here. Silently he creeps to the bathroom door. He looks around listening. Again the muffled noise. This time the noise is louder. A woman? A girl? Female… definitely female. She sounds distraught. He curses silently as his rubber sole gives off a small squeak as he pivots towards the bedroom door. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob. Robbers? Possibly, yet doubtful. It was relatively early in the evening plus robbers rarely scream so loudly. The voice is joined by another, male, low rumbling followed by the female pleading. Gritting his teeth feeling a gutteral growl growing within him, he prays he’s wrong about what he will see on the other side of the door.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOZ9unPdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/dRWM9hDzl6o/s800/PV0109-04.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb slips in to the master bathroom surprising Cyd. “Hi there.”<br />Cyd chuckles and slips his arms around her waist. “Hello yourself.”<br />Ruyb presses her body to his, arms around his neck, breathlessly speaking in his ear. “I was just making sure you’re okay.”<br />He pulls away and quirks a questioning eyebrow before responding. “Ya, I decided to take a long hot bath instead of a shower. Why? Are they here?”<br />Ruyb nods a bit too quickly adding to his confusion. “Sorry… so one of the girls is pregger sick and the other one decided to come in to our room and I, um…”<br />“Jealous… oh, that green-eyed monster can be so cruel.” He kisses her softly. “I didn’t see her… and I’m pretty sure she didn’t see me. “ He smirks.<br />She melts in his embrace. “If she did I’m sure she got an eye full.”<br />He chuckles. “Come on, we have company.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOZ017-cI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Vur8ymLPr6s/s800/PV0109-05.jpg" /></center><br />Darren stands in the doorway stunned silent. Words escape him as Lillith scrambles off the bed fighting back tears of relief, fear and embarrassment. Dirk stares at his father. His relaxed demeanor only adds to Darren’s annoyance. Lying there with a prominent tent in his drawers looking at his father’s intrusion as a mere set back. “Hey Dad.”<br />“Hey… Dad?” Darren blinks at his son. He keeps his eyes from viewing Lilith. “Hey… Dad… That’s how you want to start this conversation?” Darren’s teeth are clenched as he tries desperately to hold on to his anger. Who the hell if this punk and what did he do with his son? He can feel his hands shaking with rage and his son just lies there as if… “What the… “ Darren tries again. “What’s going on?” In his anger, his voice deepens instinctively. Lilith recoils and whimpers.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOaHx0j2I/AAAAAAAAAq0/z9z4ZxM9hG4/s800/PV0109-06.jpg" /></center><br />“Nothing… yet.” Dirk grins at his father. Darren loses what patience he tried to hold on to.<br />“Nothing yet? What the hell, Dirk? You’re eighteen, boy! Lil is only fifteen-”<br />Lilith’s shakey voice corrects him. “Sixteen.”<br />“You’re not helping, Lil. That’s not the point. The point is Dirk is an adult in the eyes of the court and you’re not! Not to mention that what I heard sounded more like he was trying and you were saying no! Dirk have you lost all sense, boy?”<br />“Chill, Dad. Lil and I were just having fun.”<br />“Fun?!” The vien in Darren’s neck throbs with his anger. His jaw tigtens has he keeps from strangling his only child. “Dirk! The girl said no. That means no!”<br />Lilith winces. “I’m sorry.” Her voice is a mere squeak.<br />He rounds on her. His eyes are hard as onyx. “What? Why are you sorry?” Darren’s voice fills the room causing her to flinch.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOaan2dhI/AAAAAAAAAq4/YrcUrCyYDmQ/s800/PV0109-07.jpg" /></center><br />“Dad, you’re scaring Lil.” Dirk’s disinterest was the last straw. Darren loses his temper.<br />“Young man, do you have any idea what trouble you’re in? What trouble you could be in is unthinkable.”Darren’s voice booms. “You’re a young adult and it is high time you behave like one.”<br />“I was about to.” Dirk flashes a grin at Lilith who blanches.<br />“Dirk! This is no laughing mat-”<br />“Uh, Mr. Dreamer?” Lilith’s hesitant voice breaks through. “Mind if I uh… can I put my… I mean, it is so embarrassing.” Her voice ends in a whimper.<br />He finally looks at Lilith and bristles. “Put some clothes on young lady.”<br />“Oh!” Lilith stares wide eyed, her tears still threatening to fall.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOaRHwsCI/AAAAAAAAArA/C6Tut__zzQQ/s800/PV0109-08.jpg" /></center><br />Dirk sighs heavily and pulls himself from the comfort of the bed. His erection gone, the ‘mood’ ruined. “Lil, I’ll take you home.”<br />Darren shakes his head. His hands are clenching and unclenching as he rounds on his son again. “You will do no such thing. I am not through speaking with you yet.”<br />“At me… you’re not speaking with me, Dad.” Dirk approaches his father and stares blankly at him. “She is going to need a ride home.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOazpJKlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/uqsHdj_TR34/s800/PV0109-09.jpg" /></center><br />“Thanks?” Lilith grabs her clothes in her arms hastily and makes a clumsy exit.<br />“Dirk…” Darren grabs for him… to shake some sense in to him… something.<br />”Whoa…” Dirk backs away from his father. “You’ve never laid a hand on me before, now suddenly you think he can?” Dirk chuckles. “Ya, I have no idea what you’re thinking, Mr. I’m shacking up with my woman but it isn’t okay for my kid to have any.”<br />“What?” Darren stares in disbelief. “I don’t even know who you are any more.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAObJCThcI/AAAAAAAAArE/2L7B7eE8Gu4/s800/PV0109-10.jpg" /></center><br />“You never knew me. You never had the time to know me. You and your paintings and work and it wasn’t until Mom died that you remembered I was even alive.” Dirk stares at him daring him to contradict him. “No you have no idea who I am. The guilt ate you up and ya, I let you ply me with stuff… money… but never think for one minute that you know me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAObY3zTWI/AAAAAAAAArM/_hXdO_Q066M/s800/PV0109-11.jpg" /></center><br />“Son, I…” Darren is deflated. He shakes his head at a loss for words. Everything the boy said is true. “I’m sorry.”<br />“Sorry? Keep your apology. I don’t want ‘em.” Dirk looks at his father with disgust. “Where were you when Mom was sick? Where were you when I was growing up? Huh? Off working? Off fucking around and cheating on Mom more likely.”<br />“What?” Darren shook his head in confusion. “Cheating? I’d nev-”<br />“Save it for someone who believes you.” Dirk scoffs. “You were never there. If you weren’t home you were at what, your studio?”<br />“Well, yes.” Darren snaps out of this guilt ridden trip his son suddenly threw him in to.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAObQqm0eI/AAAAAAAAArI/DZBuf8CRquc/s800/PV0109-12.jpg" /></center><br />“No don’t change the subject here. We aren’t talking about what happened between your mother and me, we’re talking about you raping your girlfriend!” Darren grasps at the situation and steers it back to Dirk.<br />Dirk looks at him and smirks. “Rape?” Dirk looks at his father as if he’s lost his mind. “Look just because you’ve got some weird shit going on with your little whor-”<br />“Don’t you dare call her that! Toots is a good woman. She loves me. And dammit I love her. You will respect her or I swear on all that’s unholy I will put you out on the street.” Darren’s temper has taken full control. He’s nostrils are flared, his teeth gnash.<br />“Oh, just like that, huh… I see. So you’re going to pick her over me, too.” Dirk just sneers at his father. “And you wonder why I’m so fucked up.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAObc2WajI/AAAAAAAAArU/s5wocdnU8pw/s800/PV0109-13.jpg" /></center><br />“No…” Darren shook his head. “No, I refuse to take the blame for this. You are an adult. It is time you took responsibility for your own actions.” His brow furrowed as his mind reeled. “Son, I may have failed your mother, but never did I cheat on her. Never did I love anyone but her until the day she died and even then…”<br />“Cassandra.” Dirk watches his father blanches. He smirks. “After graduation, I’m out of here. You’re a fucking hypocrit. Now if you’ll excuse me. I think my girlfriend is probably freaking out about now thanks to you.”<br />Darren moves from the doorway turning his back on his son. “I don’t…”<br />“Save it for someone who gives a shit.” Dirk storms past his father leaving him to his thoughts.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAObobWRZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4jiOvQVvn68/s800/PV0109-14.jpg" /></center><br />“Fuck.” Armando grabs his middle and groans. His hand flies to his mouth as his stomach rejects its contents. His body convulses. “Huuuuuu…..”<br />The urgent pounding on the door comes almost immediately. “Hey, you okay?”<br />“Huuuuuu…”<br />“Aw, Mando, I’m not cleaning that shit up!” More pounding is heard on the door. “Mando!”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAObyUwVmI/AAAAAAAAArY/HNqbvWnAdWU/s800/PV0109-15.jpg" /></center><br />“Fuck…” Armando falls to his knees and grips the toilet. “Fu-” His word is lost in bodily noises. None are pleasant as bile and booze is expelled missing the bowl completely. The contents of his stomach splash with a thick pouring noise to the tile. The stench makes him recoil. “Oh Gods.”<br />A groan can be heard from the other side of the door. “I just cleaned that bathroom.” The growling voice recedes leaving Armando to wallow alone.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOcBR-0yI/AAAAAAAAArc/7KUW-DEcAaM/s800/PV0109-16.jpg" /></center><br />Dirk grins. “Hey, Babe.”<br />Lilith jumps letting out a little squeak of surprise. She turns to look at Dirk with a furrowed brow. “You okay?” She glances at the open door behind him and bites her lip with worry.<br />He shrugs indifferently.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOcOIkBVI/AAAAAAAAArg/oYU7ilw1DRE/s800/PV0109-17.jpg" /></center><br />His grin broadens the close he gets to her. “I want you so much right now.”<br />“I thought he was going to shit a twinkie back there.” She supresses a giggle lowering her voice, “can you imagine his reaction if he came in any later than he did?” Her cheeks warm to a blush that reaches her ears.<br />Dirk chuckles and shakes his head. “That would have been something.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOccjY0hI/AAAAAAAAArk/H4xDk6331h8/s800/PV0109-18.jpg" /></center><br />“Dirk that would’ve been horrible. My pasty white ass in the air? Oh mercy the thought makes me sick to my stomach.” Her gaze drops suddenly causing him to frown.<br />“What?” He glances over his shoulder and back to her. “He still thinks you’re a virgin. Hell he thinks I was raping you.”<br />She flinches, “I’m so sorry…” Her voice trails off.<br />Dirk shrugs. “Why? That scene back there with my father was long over due. He’s a pompous self-righteous hypocrit.”<br />“But your college fund…” She shakes her head and frowns. “Your dreams… our plans…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOcRIZTwI/AAAAAAAAAro/rOG20V-yAVg/s800/PV0109-19.jpg" /></center><br />He reaches up and wipes away the tear that fell. “Babe, it’s in a trust. He can’t touch it. Mom took care of me.”<br />Lililth sighs in relief. “All I could think is that he was going to ruin everything.” She leans in to his touch and closes her eyes. “It would have been all my fault and you’d hate me for it.”<br />Dirk chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah. Besides, I love you. None of that shit was your fault.”<br />“I love you, too.” She kisses his palm and sighs again.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TYAOZIu7RVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/H6hdgaAFCTo/s800/PV0109-20.jpg" /></center><br />“Come on. I need to get you home before I throw you down right here and rape you for real.” Dirk waggles his brow.<br />“Oh my gosh, Dirk. Your dad would have kittens.” She smiles shyly, warming to the idea.<br />Dirk laughs. “I still can’t believe you told him you’re sixteen.”<br />She looks at him horrified. “I had to! Can you imagine his reaction if he knew I was only fourteen?”Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-57442084065821318612011-03-04T11:50:00.005-06:002011-03-04T17:50:47.878-06:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 08Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Magic gets an unexpected roommate. Who is this kid? What did the note in the pink box say? Mitch throws the ‘M’ word leaving Christina stunned. Will she accept or make him do things in a traditional way? Heather makes birthday plans for Alon. Will they wait four days? Dirk wants to take the relationship to new heights. Darren’s on his way. Will he stop his son or let kids be kids?<br /><br />Meanwhile…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2unQ466I/AAAAAAAAAnw/_6btdgf5n2A/s800/PV0108-01.jpg" /></center><br />“There you are.” Ruyb enters the room and watches him paint. “We have company coming, unless you want to cancel.” She tilts her head at the subject of his current piece.<br />Without a word, Cyd puts down the brush and turns to her. He pulls her in to his arms and holds her. He places a soft kiss on her forehead before leaning his against hers. She opens her mouth to speak and he closes his eyes. She closes her mouth, bites her lip biting back her concerns. “I need time.”<br />“Okay.” Ruyb continues to bite her lip. She has a pained look as she buries her face in his neck. She struggles with her need to speak and respecting his wishes.<br />He feels her body trembling and takes a deep breath. He stares off at nothing as he holds her. His expression is blank, haunted and distant.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2wo-z5qI/AAAAAAAAAoM/oeGOPS58GOE/s800/PV0108-02.jpg" /></center><br />“Did you open it?” He looks at her with earnest. He shifts his gaze to his left then right and shakes his head at her. “You didn’t… right?”<br />Heather peers at this whispering stranger. “What are you talking about?”<br />His eyes widen and he glances up the stairs. “The pink box!” He hisses. “You got the pink box, I’m sure of it. I saw him.” He recoils and looks around once again panicked.<br />Heather gasps. “You know about the pink box! Who is ‘he’ and why did he leave it? What’s in it?”<br />He winces. “Shhhh… you don’t want him to hear!” He peers at her. “You’re either brave… or stupid.”<br />Heather looks at him in utter confusion. “Huh?”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2v3rxjMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/wFLd-1kjrpQ/s800/PV0108-03.jpg" /></center><br />The stranger blinks. “You really don’t know.”<br />Heather huffs. “No, and I think you need to start talking before I start screaming about pink boxes.” Heather tries to keep a straight stern face feeling rather silly.<br />He peers at her. “You’re bluffing.”<br />She shakes her head. “Nope, not bluffing… so start talking.”<br />“I knew it was a mistake talking to you… I knew it!” He sneers. “Your ignorance is gonna get us both killed.”<br />Heather shrugs. “I don’t have anything to lose, buster, so spill.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2xHDCCrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/hUjqeipEEAk/s800/PV0108-04.jpg" /></center><br />He paces waiting for the other end to answer. He sighs as it rings for the fourth time. He stops as the other party answers. He grins. “Hey-” Mitch blinks. His grin fades. He pulls the phone from his ear and stares at the reciever for a moment before putting it back to his ear. “What the hell?” He shakes his head listening. “Uh, ok I have no idea what you’re blubbering on about.” He bites back a laugh. His grin returns. “I didn’t say you are blubber, Dina. I said you’re blubbering.” This time he doesn’t bother holding back and laughs. “It means you’re crying and chattering a string of nonsensical ramblings.” He cringes and pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment. Carefully he puts the receiver back to his ear and shakes his head. “No, that’s not blubbering. That is screeching…” <br />Mitch rolls his eyes. “Is Nina… Dina? Dina, is Nina… Dina… Dina…” Mitch groans, his shoulders slump, he hangs his head and hits his head with the reciever.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2vmfOb4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/1J1642tHJ_s/s800/PV0108-05.jpg" /></center><br />“So, lemme get this straight. That pink box, the one with the envelope, the computer, the gift certificates…” <br />The girl nods with each word and Magic groans. “I should have known better than to open that. If it seems too good to be true…”<br />The little girl giggles. “It is!”<br />“What if I give the box back? I can just put that crappy computer back in the box… take the stuff back that I got and you can go away.” Magic peers at the little girl. <br />She grins openly, her bright eyes filled with humor. “You’re funny.” <br />“I’m serious!”<br />“So am I.” She suddenly crosses her arms across her little body showing her just how serious she is. Magic laughs. The girl shrugs her shoulders. “You’re a push over. Listen… once you open pandora’s box, you’re stuck. There is no stuffing things back in.”<br />“That thing wasn’t Pandora’s box…”<br />“Nope, worse… you opened Mütevazi’s box.” The girl states this very seriously with an added nod for emphasis.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2u4cSsJI/AAAAAAAAAn0/O9DyvlA6hnw/s800/PV0108-06.jpg" /></center><br />“You have got to be one of the weirdest kids I’ve ever met…” Magic just stares blankly at her.<br />“Oh this from the woman named Eek.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. <br />“My name is Magic.” Magic bristles.<br />“Yup, still a dumb name.” Her eyes smolder as she squares off against Magic.<br />“And you? You haven’t told me your name yet.” Magic counters.<br />“Oh,” She blushes daintily. “My name is Lisa… Lisa Cuzican.” She tilts her head and smirks up at Magic. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you but I was taught to be honest…”<br />“Why you little…” Magic pauses and stares blankly. “Cuzican? Like Christina Cuzican?”<br />“Yes!” Lisa’s smile is disarmingly sweet and sincere. The kind of smile that lights a child’s face causing her eyes to sparkle. “She raised a bunch of little girls, most of us took on her last name even though we aren’t related or anything… she was very good to us.” Lisa’s smile fades, her eyes lose the sparkle and she stares at Magic. “When we become the right age, Mütevazi came for us.” She shrugs. “We didn’t even get to say good-bye.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2wOPOtLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xifWhIo1cMw/s800/PV0108-07.jpg" /></center><br />“Name isn’t buster it’s…” He blinks and shakes his head. “Never mind, Buster works. Listen Mütevazi’s pink box is a trap. If you don’t open it, you aren’t bound to the contract. Just read the back of the first card.”<br />Heather tilts her head. “Why do you care?” I mean what is it to you if I open the box or not?”<br />‘Buster’ pauses and stares. “He’s evil.”<br />“Okay for argument’s sake, let’s just say this Mütevazi is evil. What does that make you?” Heather tries another approach. None of this is making any sense and suddenly she has a very strange urge to open this damn box.<br />“Me? Me?!” Buster is taken aback. “I’m not evil… I’m trying to help. I’m… I’m…” He shakes his head. “Yanno, open the damn box. Go ahead. Just remember. It’s binding.”<br />Heather continues to stare at him unsure of her next move.<br />“Try to be nice and this is the thanks you get… accused of being evil like Mütevazi.” He shudders.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2w9zwDqI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-LU_6rKeV0A/s800/PV0108-08.jpg" /></center><br />“Well look at it from my point of view, Buster.” Heathr takes a deep breath. “A stranger comes to you whispering warnings and threats about binding contracts and pink boxes and I’m assuming someone named Mütevazi. Through all of all of this, this stranger refuses to give a name and if that isn’t enough this binding contract is as vague as his paranoia. Contract binding me to what? To who? What is in the box?”<br />He grins and nods. “You’re right. Name is Daniel and the box has a computer, a note, and some gifts to prepare you for what is to come… or more accurately who.” He smirks. “Open the box, Heather. Welcome her. Just remember… I warned you.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2xYRVkfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ssKkCRtPDjo/s800/PV0108-09.jpg" /></center><br />“Oh thank the Gods…” He cringes. “Sorry, but your sister was giving me a headache. What in the nine hells is she rambling on about?” He starts to pace again and stops dead in his tracks. His eyes widen and he smirks. “I see. Well for a normal person I would say congrats but in her case…” He chuckles. “Okay, okay… so now what?” He folds his arms lets out a low whistle. “Interesting…” He catches a glimpse of the clock on the wall bringing his attention back. “Oh hey, so I called because it’s about that time… but I’m guessing you two aren’t in the-”<br />He listens and nods. “Fair enough. I’ll just meet you two there then.” He hits the end button, stares at the receiver and laughs while hanging it back up on the craddle. He turns towards the front door and groans. “I forgot to ask about tomorrow.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2vFheMHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/77Zma1V6J-Y/s800/PV0108-10.jpg" /></center><br />“Let’s assume I don’t know what you’re talking about…”<br />“Because you don’t…” Lisa adds.<br />Magic ignores her and continues. “Let’s get these facts straight shall we?” Magic prompts Lisa. “Start from the beginning. Christina raised you and you were taken away…”<br />Lisa nods slowly. “Uh huh…”<br />“You aren’t related to Christina or the man that took you away? So who are your parents?”<br />Lisa bites her lip. “We aren’t told who our parents are… that way we don’t try to go and find them.”<br />“Aren’t you even curious who your parents are?” Magic is stumpped.<br />“You ask a lot of questions.” Lisa stares at her either refusing or unable to give answers.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2vYt3DbI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RygsAjRceAo/s800/PV0108-11.jpg" /></center><br />“I’m an invistigative reporter, Sweetie… it’s what I do.” Magic grins triumphantly.<br />Lisa laughs. “Right, this from the woman who didn’t read the clues and had no idea I was coming… okay, ‘reporter’. What are the other facts? Hmmm?” She folds her small arms, challenging her.<br />“The card said: Treasure your ward, nuture and help it grow and your future is richly rewarded.” Magic shrugs. “Where in there does it say ‘expect a punk little girl to invade your home and disrupt your life?”<br />“It says: Treasure your ward, nuture and help her grow and your futures are richly rewarded.” Lisa sighs and rolls her eyes. “Lame.”<br />“Hey!”<br />“Lame.” Lisa giggles. Her belly gurgles. “Oh hey, I’m hungry. What’s for lunch?”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2uBbweoI/AAAAAAAAAns/xSvp7BgYIWE/s800/PV0108-12.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb appears distracted and has trouble meeting his direct gaze. “Thanks for the, uh… Chinese food.” She cringes.<br />“Not a good choice, huh? Sorry, it was on my way. Figured we were showing up around lunch and instead of expecting you to entertain us and… ya okay so the girls usually bring a home cooked something, but we…” He glances over his shoulder. “It has been an odd weekend.”<br />Ruyb grins and nods. “Still the thought was very sweet. Thanks.”<br />“I know we just met and all, but uh… are you okay?” Mitch tries to catch her wandering gaze.<br />Ruyb is taken aback and does a double take. “I… uh… what? Yes, I’m okay. Why?” She feels her cheeks redden and lowers her gaze.<br />“I used to be an EMT…” He motions to his own eye and nods at her. “I’m trained to notice things others don’t want noticed…” He glances over his shoulder again towards the quiet hallway and back to her with a questioning gaze.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2tgT5UWI/AAAAAAAAAno/CFytUwdVAak/s800/PV0108-13.jpg" /></center><br />“Oh! No, no, no, it’s not like that.” She chuckles and shakes her head. “Cyd didn’t do this. He saved me from the asshat that did.”<br />Mitch nods and grins. “Glad to hear it.”<br />“I was distracted by the blond, she keeps going to my bathroom all urpy like. Is she going to be okay?” She watches as Dina dashes to her bathroom again. “Maybe Chinese was a bad idea for her?”<br />Mitch turns in time to see the bathroom door close again. “Nothing is good for her right now. Morning sickness…” He shrugs.<br />“Oh how exciting! When is her due date?” Ruyb is finally distracted from her own worries.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2tLO1yuI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xnKFUMXdLKM/s800/PV0108-14.jpg" /></center><br />“No idea. I didn’t think to ask.” He shrugs.<br />“So are you hoping for a boy or a girl?” Ruyb’s enthusiasm is almost contagious until her words sink in. <br />Mitch’s eyes widen. “Woah, I’m not the dad…” He laughs. “Hells, I never even slept with the Caliente twins. Not my kind of girls. They’re fun to hang around with and sweet as pie, but I like the good girl… the kind you marry.”<br />“That’s right…” The sarcasm is dripping from her voice. “He doesn’t like fun, he likes innocence.” <br />Mitch sighs. “Nina…” Ruyb gives him an apologetic shrug. <br />Nina uncrosses her long legs and stands from the couch. She casts him a seductive grin. “There was a time, when we first met…”<br />“Nina…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXF2sgPu7pI/AAAAAAAAAng/fAxAWS8RTIw/s800/PV0108-15.jpg" /></center><br />Nina laughs. “I’m off to powder my nose, etc.” She glances at him again. “Don’t be too harsh with your words, Mitch.”<br />“Sometimes it is best to ignore her.” Dina groans. <br />“Um, I have some crackers I think… they help some. Oh and I have ginger ale.” Ruyb’s eyes widen. “Door to your right… the other…” She frowns at Mitch. “That’s my bedroom.”<br />Mitch shrugs. “She doesn’t steal.” <br />Dina pipes up from the couch. “Unless there’s a man in there.”<br />Ruyb’s eyes widen more. “Cyd.”Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-87408354237335452422011-03-03T16:47:00.007-06:002011-03-04T17:54:23.908-06:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 07Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Cyd kicks Armando out. Ruyb is faced with a black eye. Darren and Toots appear happy. Mitch and Christina appear happy. Can there be happiness in Pleasant View?<br /><br />Later…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdRIg418I/AAAAAAAAAmk/3Wx0YD5lQLY/s800/PV0107-01.jpg" /></center><br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />Magic steps out of the shower and pauses. Her eyebrows furrow while listening for the sound to repeat quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />It sounds somewhat muted, yet oddly close. Magic towels off while listening intently.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />She finishes dressing, tosses the towel over the rack and straightens it. Magic tilts her head listening to the rhythmic pounding.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdRnM5KII/AAAAAAAAAmo/9eXhXbao8n0/s800/PV0107-02.jpg" /></center><br />She walks slowly in to her halway and looks around. The sound stopped. She looks down the stairwell and debates on what to do next. The sound returns.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />Magic jumps. Her hands fly to her mouth as she stiffles a girly yelp.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />The thumping noise is jonied with a giggle she couldn’t hear when she had the bathroom door closed.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />The giggling is relatively high pitched definitely female. Magic looks at the extra bedroom and glares at the door. Her voice is low as if talking to herself. “No one in this house is having sex if I’m not… how rude. Don has gone too far.”<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdTRFggMI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ET0GVCclpIY/s800/PV0107-03.jpg" /></center><br />Christina answers the phone on the third ring. “Hello?” She pauses and glances out the window. She bites her lip as she shivers at the sight of Mitch. “I’m sorry, what?” She pulls her thoughts back to the conversation. “Oh, right… sorry. I was distracted. Hmm? Oh, it’s just Mitch being Mitch.” She giggles and nods as if the caller can see her nodding. “I know right?” She suddenly stiffens. “Wait, how did you know…” Christina visibly relaxes a little bit. “Oh, right. Okay, so I’ll tell him. Mhmm…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdTMKHZoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/y4rs7biUSEs/s800/PV0107-04.jpg" /></center><br />Mitch puts the mail in the mailbox and lifts the flag. He watches silently as an old man pauses to look at his house ignoring him. Mitch crosses his arms and narrows his eyes. He tears his eyes from the man and looks to see what if anything the man was looking at. He smiles at Christina waving to him at the window. He returns his gaze to the man and shakes his head. “I’ll be buying curtains this weekend… enjoy what you can while you can.”<br />He smirks at the man’s grin. Mitch grabs his newspaper off the porch and heads inside the house. The old man continues his walk without a second glance.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdQhyb8BI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lS-6zqCijsI/s800/PV0107-05.jpg" /></center><br />Heather bites her lip. “I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head and closes her eyes. “No, not sorry we made love… never for that, but we should have waited.” She looks around and sighs heavily. “I keep waiting for the doorbell to ring and I’m carted off for statutory rape.” She smiles and chuckles softly. “Well forget it. I don’t want you near the house for another four days. I don’t trust myself around you.” Heather pouts. “I don’t…” She shakes her head. “No, Alon.” She covers her mouth to stiffle her gasp. “No!” She whimpers and shakes her head again. “Please, I have nosey neighbors and if they don’t already know, they will if… Alon… no, Alon, it’s not-”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdOrreZXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/IMpDAhrphjQ/s800/PV0107-06.jpg" /></center><br />“So, we got off to a rocky start and maybe we need to start this again. I’m Dirk, Dirk Dreamer. Kid to the guy you are fixin’ to marry.” He extends his hand to her. Toots is taken aback yet is willing to play along.<br />“Okay… Toots Grim. I’d say it’s a pleasure but I’m not sure what game you’re playing.” She shakes his hand and he smirks.<br />“No game.” Dirk shrugs. “If I have to live here… better you don’t want to kill me, right?”<br />Toots tilts her head and eyes him wearily. “Right…”<br />“So uh, whats with the jacket? It’s not that cold…” He pulls his gaze away from her breasts to try and make eye contact.<br />“I’m traveling this morning.” She crosses her arms and watches him.<br />“Cool… so uh, hey that heap out here. You said its mine if I fix it. You’re for real, right?” He motions with a jerk of his head towards the driveway.<br />“Yup… you know anything about cars?” Her eyebrow quirks.<br />“Enough to get that thing running and I have friends who know stuff too.” He glances at it and back to Toots. “Mind if I uh…”<br />“Ya sure…” Toots waves a dismissive hand. “Listen I have to finish getting ready for my trip. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you just in case you get hungry or something…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdOyneo5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/RqeA0UiS73U/s800/PV0107-07.jpg" /></center><br />“Stay out of trouble, Dirk.” Toots calls to him before she takes off. He’s been working for only about ten minutes when an odd breeze whips through. He pauses and turns off the hand buffer.<br />Dirk wipes his brow. The buffer sound is still ringing in his ears. He looks over the car’s roof. He shakes his head as if he was wrong about something. He looks around and scratches his head. He heads inside to get a towel and listens for a moment at the quiet house. He walks from room to room and grins noting Toots is gone. “Sweet.”<br />Dirk heads back outside to put any tools away.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdPclRWnI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/R8pND6aCl2Q/s800/PV0107-08.jpg" /></center><br />His cell phone rings twice before it’s picked up. “Babe… ya, the house is mine.” He laughs. “Hurry up then.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdTzg55jI/AAAAAAAAAnE/b0U_cWa9f18/s800/PV0107-09.jpg" /></center><br />“Oh before I forget, Nina called.” Christina glances at him from the book she’s been trying to read.<br />He sighs, scratches out something before responding. “Okay.”<br />“She said the wagon is at two… and then said you need a tan.” She giggles and shakes her head. “I don’t happen to agree with that last part.”<br />Mitch’s pen pauses. He chuckles and shakes his head. “That voyueristic wench.” He starts with the paper again: circling, scratching, growling, and sighing.<br />Christina tilts her head. “I’m going to invite them over for dinner.”<br />“Mhmm…” He flips the paper over and continues.<br />“I’m thinking about tomorrow night…” She tries again.<br />“Okay.” He looks closer at the paper, his eyebrows rise in surprise.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdSE443eI/AAAAAAAAAms/a8tiP6M1vzk/s800/PV0107-10.jpg" /></center><br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />Magic’s jaw is set. Her mouth is a thin line of annoyance. She marches to the door of her spare bedroom.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />She growls grabbing hold of the doorknob and gives it a fast jerk open to catch whoever it is in the act. You can’t deny anything if you’re caught doing… it.<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdSanrDWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/t5clz6XVzek/s800/PV0107-11.jpg" /></center><br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />Magic stares. Her mouth drops open. “What in the…”<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />She giggles gleefully. “Hi!” Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />“Get down from there.” Magic walks in the room staring at the girl in utter confusion. “How did you get in?”<br />Thump, thump, thump, thump…<br />“The front door.” Thump, thump, thump, thump… “You should probably learn to lock it…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdQdMO1OI/AAAAAAAAAmc/LC4izoumTaY/s800/PV0107-12.jpg" /></center><br />“I’m serious, Alon. Four days is not that long and if my neighbors…” She clutches her stomach and gasps. “Oh, well…” She shakes her head. “Not fair… that’s so not fair.” She giggles and blushes. She bites her lip and sways on her feet. “Oh, um…” She fans herself. “Are you sure you’re only seventeen because when I was that age, I never knew anyone like you.” She laughs and shakes her head. “That is so wrong.” She leans against her kitchen counter her attention is caught by the package still sitting and waiting in her hallway. “You want to what?” Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. “Oh ya, on your birthday we will definitely do lots of that.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdP7Ee_bI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OrcrvHyQBZE/s800/PV0107-13.jpg" /></center><br />“Took you long enough. Did you have problems with the mom?” He sweeps her in his arms. Lilith swoons and hugs him back.<br />“Not really… I had to shake off the bitch though. For some reason she wanted to tag along. I’m like since when and she is all like since now and I’m like no way and she is like I’ll tell and I’m like so tell, you don’t know what you’re talking about and then she is like it doesn’t matter cuz I’ll make some shit up and Mom will believe me cuz I’m the favorite and-”<br />Dirk kisses her to shut her up. She stops talking immediately to kiss him back. His mouth devours hers, his tongue invades and conquers. She stuggles to breathe and pulls away gasping for air. Dirk grins as if triumphant leaving Lilith dazed and nervous. “You promised.”<br />“Ya… I know.” She glances at the house nervously. “So no one is home, huh.”<br />“Nope. Come on. I’ll show you my bed.”<br />Lilith nods numbly and stares at the house again suddenly sick to her stomach.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdTl6hEFI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BRtBc_-WoGM/s800/PV0107-14.jpg" /></center><br />“Did they say yes?” He glances at her.<br />“Not exactly.” She bites her lip. “I haven’t asked yet.”<br />He chuckles and shrugs. “I can ask if you want… or you can ask when they stop to pick me up.” He goes back to reading his paper and puts a big red circle around something and grins.<br />“What are you doing?” Christina leans over and looks at the paper.<br />“Job hunting.” He shows her the few red circled ads.<br />Christina looks at a few of the jobs he has circled and looks at him with surprise. “You’re going back to work?”<br />“Of course.” He chuckles at her surprise. “I can’t have my future wife supporting me. What kind of man would that make me?”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdS0U7e1I/AAAAAAAAAm0/MQbMsSqzkUQ/s800/PV0107-15.jpg" /></center><br />“Just because my front door is unlocked, that does not give you the right to barge in and jump on my bed!” Magic is fuming angry.<br />“You mean my bed.” The girl stops jumping and grins down at Magic.<br />Magic stares for a moment absorbing what she just heard. “How do you figure?”<br />“Yanno, for a reporter you suck at investigation.” She plops on her behind on the bed and swings her legs a few times before responding. “You didn’t read the card in the pink box… or you’d know.”<br />Magic folds her arms before her. “I did, too. It was rather cryptic though.”<br />“Wow, you really suck.” She throws her body back on the bed and giggles at her own joke. “If you can’t even figure that out, how are you supposed to raise me?” The girl sobers. “I’ve been put in a house with a moron. I’m doomed.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdQKIvCHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/b9mxzLm3KHM/s800/PV0107-16.jpg" /></center><br />“You don’t have to be scared. I promise no one will find out. You love me right?”<br />Lillith frowns. “You know I do.”<br />“Well then, the next step is sex.” Dirk runs a finger along her top against her skin. “Just lemme see. I mean, we don’t have to do anything. We can just get naked and then see… yanno, if you want to do more.”<br />“Dirk, I just don’t know…” Lilith hesitates. Her voice cracks and she cringes.<br />“Come on, Lil. If you love me, you’ll let me at least see.” His hands shake as he takes her hand and puts on his body. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.<br />“Dirk…” Lilith tries to pull her hand away but he holds it on his crotch and grins.<br />“You know you want it.” He uses her hand to rub more.<br />“Dirk, don’t…” Lilith tries again to pull away. She cringes and fights back the tears. “Please don’t make me do this.”<br />“Don’t be a tease, Lil.” Dirk pushes her back on the bed and pins her down with his body. “You want it as much as me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TXAdUGYkxGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/JgJapz-lVNw/s800/PV0107-17.jpg" /></center><br />“Your what?!” Christina stares at him as he walks away. “Mitch!”<br />Mitch chuckles and walks away. “I gotta get ready to go. The girls will be here soon.”<br />Christina’s head is spinning. She shakes it a few times as he heads up the stairs. “Wait! When did we decide this?”<br />His voice comes to her from the stairs as he takes the corner towards their room. “We haven’t… but that’s usually next after the moving in thing… just think about it.” The door closes. Christina closes her mouth and stares stunned at the room.<br />“Married?” The room remains silent. “Holy Simoly.”<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-pleasant-view-gen-1-08.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 08</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-4174541922373128412011-03-01T00:55:00.001-06:002011-03-01T14:55:46.348-06:00Bloopers and funnies...Some funny things that have no place in the story<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TU5HKoDwu1I/AAAAAAAAAac/yAcxOpQXOco/s800/bloop01.jpg" /></center><br />Dustin Broke was caught sneaking out with his girlfriend. The next day he still has the cuffs on... sort of. Fitting accessory for a boy in the crime career.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVHJexSMPLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JukybamcDic/s800/bloop%2002.jpg" /></center><br />Neat trick. Lilith is picking up Dirk to sneak out and she is delivering a gift for a previous dream date... I know she has a twin but really dont think she would do her this kind of favor.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVq3AMozDjI/AAAAAAAAAco/hH7d9Sy5GZg/s800/bloop%2003.jpg" /></center><br />Not only is everyone still awake, the girls have company! Sadly the cop lost the fight and she got away with their hot tub. What are the Caliente twins w/o their hot tub?!<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVq3AwRvNLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/3AIB6fNWUa0/s800/bloop%2004.jpg" /></center><br />Don and Cass were smooching and posing for pictures when Cassandra's great grandfather decided to scare the piss out of Don... literally. *snicker snorts*<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj5nAemoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/gHl_YM98XDU/s800/bloop%2005.jpg" /></center><br />*blinks* There are no ghosts on this lot.. so what is with the haunted trash can?!<br /></br>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-7452642965265602392011-02-24T15:12:00.012-06:002011-03-03T17:23:00.790-06:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 06Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Why is Darren keeping Toots away from his studio? How will Cyd react to Ruyb’s secret? Heather gets her groove back… at what price?<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWg9b0rMRRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/T3jLSYrFqgM/s800/PV0106-01.jpg" /></center><br />“It’s not like that… exactly.” Cyd stares at her without speaking. His pained look speaks volumes. Ruyb’s puffy red eyes tear. “I tried to file for divorce. You see that he’s abusive. Only I was told that if I filed now that I’d…” She lowers her head and sighs. “I’ll be deported.” Ruyb’s shoulders slump in defeat. “I don’t love Mando… hell, I don’t even like Mando. He’s such a pig.” She spat out the last word as if it were distasteful to her mouth. She shudders visibly.<br />“Hey!” Armando winces still holding his ribs. “Did I mention broken ribs over here?”<br />“It isn’t just the physical abuse. Bones heal, bruises fade…” She glares at Armando quickly tearing her eyes away. The pain is evident when she meets Cyd’s unwavering gaze. “His cheating was a relief. It meant he wasn’t near me.” She takes a shakey breath. “He would say it’s my fault. That I’m not good enough, I’m not smart enough, I’m not beautiful enough and I’m the reason he had to find other women to satisfy him. The beatings were my fault because…” Her voice hitches. “I’m a failure as a wife and a woman.” The tears fall at last, free to slip down her red, puffy, bruised cheeks.<br />Cyd reaches out to her. She flinches. Cyd pauses. Their eyes meet. He gently brushes the tears from her cheeks before pulling her in to his arms. He holds her while she cries her tears of relief. “You could have told me.”<br />“I didn’t know how.” Her body shakes in his arms. Her voice is muffled by his chest. “I tried a few times but I was scared of rejection. I don’t think I would have lived if you rejected me, too.”<br />“Oh boo fucking hoo. Where’s the phone? I need a damn ambulance.”<br />“Ruyb?” He pulls her from him and looks her in the eyes. “I need you to do me a favor.”<br />“Hmm?” Her eyes are even puffier and redder than before.<br />“Go take a nice long hot shower.” She opens her mouth to speak. He puts a finger over her lips to keep her from responding. She stops and stares at him. She nods silently. “I love you.”<br />She smiles. He moves his finger from her lips. “I love you, too.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D55VMK1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/2Pb2U-AKxNo/s800/PV0106-02.jpg" /></center><br />He caresses her cheek. “I’m torn.”<br />“How so?” Toots’ eyes search his for answers.<br />“I should go home to my son.” His fingers wrap in her hair at the nape of her neck. He pulls her lips to his and kisses her lightly. His voice hitches. “Only I don’t want to.”<br />“He’s old enough not to need constant care.” She easily slips her arms around him again. “I’m sure he will be just fine for a few hours.”<br />“Siren…” His voice grows thick with his need for her, “always luring me in to your arms. How am I, a mere mortal, supposed to resist you?”<br />Toots presses closer. “You don’t. You simply give in to my whims.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D-8ZX7UI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pfdG0sfAplQ/s800/PV0106-03.jpg" /></center><br />Mitch walks down the steps immersed in his book. He pauses at the foot of the stairs and frowns at the paragraph. The phone on the wall rings loudly trying to gain his attention. He ignores it for the moment until he reaches the end of the chapter. He snorts, closes the book with his finger holding his place and looks around noting Christina’s absence. The phone continues its annoying ring refusing to be ignored.<br />Closing the distance to the phone he plucks the reciever off its cradle with ease. “Yes?” His frown is instantly replaced with a smile as the voice on the other end speaks to him. “Hey, I was just… oh?” His book held across his chest, the phone receiver pressed to his ear, he leans against the wall listening. His grin widens until he is practically beaming. “Excellent! That’s the best news I’ve had all night.” He glances around the staircase and frowns. “Hmm? Ya… sorry, just distracted. I thought Christina was… oh?” He chuckles. “Sure, I’ll talk with her and let you know tomorrow.” He looks up the stairs and his grin returns at the sound of rushing water. “Listen, I’ll see you tomorrow. I’d say stay out of trouble, but really what’s the point?” He laughs and shakes his head. “Have fun.”<br />He clicks the end button and looks up the stairs. “I know I will.” He hangs the reciever back on the craddle and takes the staris two at a time. His grin is still present, his book all but forgotten in his hand.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D8MO-vvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9nQtZqMSh9o/s800/PV0106-04.jpg" /></center><br />Cyd doesn’t speak he simply looks at Armando. Armando fidgets. “What?”<br />“You’re in my home.”<br />“Ya…” Armando glares at Cyd.<br />“I’m simply waiting for you to leave.” Cyd continues to stare at Armando.<br />“What makes you think I’m leaving without what’s mine?” Armando counters.<br />“Nothing and noone in this house is yours. You were paid for the delivery. I made sure to give you a tip-”<br />“A broken rib is not a tip. Five simoleans… ten simoleans… that’s a tip!” Armando hisses.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D9LCis3I/AAAAAAAAAko/e-GgH2vvsMs/s800/PV0106-05.jpg" /></center><br />“I’ll tell you what…” Cyd’s calm is grating on Armando’s nerves. “You have entered my home uninvited. You remain unwanted. If you insist on remaining, I can and will forcibly remove you from my residence… or…”<br />Armando bristles. His ego is bruised along with his ribs. “You got in a few lucky punches but-”<br />“Or…” Cyd interrupts. “I can just kill you in self defence.”<br />“You’re crazy.”<br />“Possibly…” Cyd shrugs indifferently. “I am within my rights to protect my home and loved ones from an intruder.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D7crZIPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/FxzI9JuSnMc/s800/PV0106-06.jpg" /></center><br />“Oh my…” Toots purrs huskily. She moves her hips against him and licks her lips. “Is this something you should be starting just before you’re heading out the door?”<br />“Am I heading for the door?” His hands slide down her back to her bottom. He squeezes and chuckles. “Maybe I was… but I’m suddenly in no real hurry to leave.”<br />“Be still my heart…” She leans closer. “Mr. Dreamer, could you possibly be hesitant to leave my side?”<br />“That I am, future Mrs. Dreamer.”<br />Toots melts and swoons. “Mrs. Dreamer… Mrs. Grim-Dreamer… Mrs. Toots Grim-Dreamer… that really has a beautiful ring to it, don’t you think?”<br />“Grim-Dreamer?” He chuckles. “It has its own unique charm.” He kisses her hungrily, holding her body close to his. In one fluid movement he sweeps her into his arms and carries her in to the bedroom. “My son can wait for a bit longer… right now, my woman needs me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D9-1T1SI/AAAAAAAAAkw/T1_kgwwkDz4/s800/PV0106-07.jpg" /></center><br />“But I don’t understand.” Christina shivers as his hands roam.<br />He raises an eyebrow and grins. “What’s to understand? They can’t meet with us tonight and asked if we would come by tomorrow. I didn’t really want to go tonight. The girls are happily occupied with their current play toy. So it all works out rather nicely.”<br />“But Dina sounded so excited on the phone…” Mitch continues to distract her from her current line of thinking. Christina whimpers.<br />Mitch stops for a moment and grins. “Breathless?” Christina nods. Mitch snorts and shakes his head. “That wasn’t her excitement for going to these people’s house. It’s a game they play with Don. He sees how long they can keep a civil conversation before losing it…”<br />“This Don guy upsets them?” She tilts her head. Mitch chuckles and nibbles along her neck.<br />“No, he uh…” He slides his hand lower giving her a demonstration.<br />She grips at him. Her eyes widen. “Oh!”<br />“Uh huh…” He keeps up the playing watching her face with a grin. “Now the hard part is they keep a civil conversation while he does something like…”<br />“Oh!”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D75fWARI/AAAAAAAAAkc/sQl_HuSvWXo/s800/PV0106-08.jpg" /></center><br />“That’s stupid… and even if you’re right, you can’t keep me from Ruyb.” He sneers. “She’s still my wife.”<br />“Symantics and technicalities,” Cyd disregards his statement. “That can be easily remedied with your death…”<br />“They’ll deport her. Hell, maybe I’ll call now and you can watch them as they haul her sorry ass away.” Armando peers at him. “Ya, so you can’t have her either… ya that bitch causes me nothing but problems, broken ribs, probably lost my job now so ya… she deserves to get her ass sent back to… whatever.”<br />It’s Cyd’s turn to sneer. “You don’t even know where she’s from.”<br />“Sure I do. You think you got all the answers… she’s from that uh… Simanada!” Armando stands taller. “Ha! You thought I don’t know.”<br />“You don’t. She isn’t from Simanada.” Cyd smirks. “Leave.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D8iLvbSI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0a3epUzhAfI/s800/PV0106-09.jpg" /></center><br />“Simanada, Simexico, whatever…” Armando growls. “The bitch is going to hell for all I care.”<br />“As the expression goes… you first.”<br />“You’re fucking creepy… ya know that?” Armando’s face is screwed up in pain and annoyance. “I’m outta here.”<br />“That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” Cyd motions towards the door.<br />“Why the hell do you care what happens to her?” Armando holds his middle and stares at Cyd.<br />“Love… respect… kindness…” Cyd grabs him by the collar and begins escorting him towards the door. “You need to learn a thing or two about all of those civil things.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D6aEwVhI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/RG6oGNDNkSU/s800/PV0106-10.jpg" /></center><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D-s6G1_I/AAAAAAAAAk0/EBQnODdTNN4/s800/PV0106-11.jpg" /></center><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWMKvISEjlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QBSc5GJL9-g/s800/bruised.jpg" /></center><br />She looks at her reflection and sighs softly. She closes her eyes, presses her forhead to the cold mirror and sighs again. “Why can’t he just disappear and leave me alone?”<br />She stares at the door with concern. Most of the yelling is one sided. Not surprising to Ruyb. She knows what a hot head Armando is and how opposite Cyd is. She smiles at the thought of Cyd.<br />Ruyb touches her face lightly, before recoiling and hissing. “Armando why can’t you just die?”<br />She puts her hand over her mouth. Her eyes tear. She closes them hard before getting sick to her stomach.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TW1D7KEf2-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/mvEvuvmWgwM/s800/PV0106-12.jpg" /></center><br />Magic sighs exageratedly. “Bored.” She lounges on her couch staring at nothing. “Ugh!” She lies back on her couch, her legs extended, and her hands on her belly while staring blankly at the ceiling. “Nothing good ever happens around-”<br />She tilts her head with a quizical look. She sits up planting her feet on the carpet and peers at the nothingness listening intently. She gasps practically running for the lights. Flipping the switch, she casts the room in to sudden darrkness. Her breathing is errattic. Her lips form the repeated words that are shaped yet not spoken until at last the words break forth from her lips, “Oh mah guh!”<br />Standing at the window, her heavy breathing leaves misty puffs on the pain. She covers her mouth with both hands barely containing a squeal. Quickly she plucks her binoculars from her magically indistinct bag of simholding… takes her binoculars that she conveniently leaves near this particular window for such occasions and licks her lips. She whimpers. “Both… twins… ?!” She focuses the binoculars and sits down hard on the arm of the sofa. “Oooo…”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-pleasant-view-gen-1-07.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 07</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-28465372335217549022011-02-23T10:00:00.006-06:002011-03-03T15:04:45.968-06:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 05Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Toots gets her way, the boys are moving in. Is this a case of ‘be careful what you wish for’ or did Dirk really have a change of heart? Ruyb is put in her place just as Cyd comes to the rescue. What does Armando know that Ruyb desperately wants to keep quiet? Heather gets a surprise visitor. Can she wait five days before giving in to temptation?<br /><br />Meanwhile…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7GHNz7vI/AAAAAAAAAi0/guHCEuPbLfA/s800/PV0105-01.jpg" /></center><br />“Why…” She holds him close. She shivers in his embrace. “Why didn’t I just let you walk out the door?”<br />“You don’t want me to leave,” He places soft kisses her along her jaw. “I don’t want to go.”<br />“Mmm…” She clutches him to her. “I don’t want you to go.”<br />He whispers, “This is where we want to be.” His breath tickles her ear.<br />“That doesn’t make it right.” His lips trail down her neck. She whimpers. “Alon…”<br />His right hand slides along her back at her waist slipping effortlessly under her blouse. She gasps. His lips claim hers in a kiss of sweet innocence and adventure. His hand slides up her back enjoying the feel of her skin. She moans in to his kiss. His kiss grows bolder, hungrier. His hand slips back to her waist hesitating for a beat before making its way up her side. Breathlessly she breaks the kiss, her eyes half closed and smoldering with passion. “Alon…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7CpqQWpI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZWzzXmGWX7Q/s800/PV0105-02.jpg" /></center><br />Darren chuckles. “I don’t think I have ever seen Dirk so quiet during dinner. He’s usually going on about school and some teacher or some other student or Lil… oh how he can go on about that girl. I don’t know what you two talked about but it sure seems to have him thinking.”<br />Toots smiles and shrugs. “I hope that’s a good thing… him thinking I mean.”<br />Darrent returns her smile with one of his own. “We’re moving in, I’d say it is a good thing.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know how you did it…”<br />“Maybe he just wants you to be happy. It’s what I want for you. He loves you. I’m sure it’s what he wants too.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7Dx-isKI/AAAAAAAAAic/gBFKGQmvd1c/s800/PV0105-03.jpg" /></center><br />Cyd’s fist makes solid contact with Armando’s chin causing the man to stagger a step. He shakes his head to clear his vision in time to see another punch coming for him. Swaying right he manages to avoid the brunt of the punch that grazes his jaw.<br />Armando growls. Raising his fists he swings wildly at Cyd. Cyd sways backward out of Armando’s reach and counters with a punch in the gut. Armando doubles over letting out a huff of air. “Huu…”<br />Cyd’s adrenaline is pumping through him like fire. His focus is everywhere and on everything. He is very aware of his surroundings. Armando grits his teeth. Upon rising he lunges for Cyd. Cyd’s eyes widen and he braces himself for impact.<br />Ruyb squeals in fright. “Cyd!” Her hands fly to her mouth as she chokes back her fear for his safety.<br />Cyd pushes against Armando distancing himself enough to swing back with his right and land another punch, this time to the kidneys. Armando winces and hisses while countering a punch of his own. This one isn’t nearly as wild and finds its mark angering Cyd.<br />Cyd has stopped pulling his punches and lets loose with five successive punches, all landing beautifully to Armando’s torso winding the man. Armando staggers breathless and falls to his knee. Holding his ribcage he sucks at the air hungrily.<br />“Oh… oh!” Ruyb watches in horrified fascination. “Hit him again!” She cringes as a blow lands to the kidneys. “Hurt him, Cyd!” She cheers him on.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7GeHIupI/AAAAAAAAAi4/kOZpBZmoa8U/s800/PV0105-04.jpg" /></center><br />“Tell me…” He looks her in the eyes. His hand slips up her rib cage to her breast, cupping her in his palm. “Tell me to go and I will.” His thumb runs across her bra. “Only I don’t think that’s what you want.”<br />“I can’t.” She pulls him closer kissing him. She moans. “This is so wrong…” His hand slips down her flat stomach, she arches her back. “Oh!”<br />“This isn’t wrong. This is what we want.” He claims her lips once again in a deep kiss. “You’re mine, Heather.” He takes her hand in his. He slides his body over hers pinning her to the bed. “Tonight… nothing outside this room exists. Just you and me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7ETv8qNI/AAAAAAAAAig/v6kaTiB6sFA/s800/PV0105-05.jpg" /></center><br />Cyd lands the final blow. Armando finds himself on the losing end of the fight, unceremoniously planted on his ass. He hisses in pain and anger. Cyd holds his anger in check. He glowers over him. His fists clench and unclench at his sides. “Apologize to her.”<br />Ruyb’s cheers die down. She looks at the two in stunned wonder. “Wow…”<br />Armando glares at Ruyb. She stares in fascination at Cyd. Cyd kicks him. “I said apologize to her.”<br />“Fuck that.” Armando stands and faces Cyd. “You can put me in a hospital. I won’t ever apologize to that-”<br />Armando’s words are cut off as another blow makes contact with his stomach. All that is heard in the stunned silence is an audible ‘oof’.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7CFAGCnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/h3IfCY6Qwns/s800/PV0105-06.jpg" /></center><br />She tilts her head at him. “What?”<br />“You’re amazing.” He brushes the hair from her eyes. “I’ve got some work to do on the house. Get some stuff moved, other stuff sold, the house cleaned up.” He stares at her for a moment lost in thought.<br />“There’s no hurry there. I can help, too. We could move your personal belongings first. Then go room by room deciding what gets moved here, what gets left.”<br />“You know I have a studio down on Baker Street. I can store most of my art stuff there. No need to clutter your home-”<br />“Our home.” She interjects.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7GlJma5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/rMuboSHXa0c/s800/PV0105-07.jpg" /></center><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7Es4Jw3I/AAAAAAAAAik/dA2IvyDho_g/s800/PV0105-08.jpg" /></center><br />Armando staggers out of reach to catch his breath. “Fuck.”<br />Cyd watches him walk away before turning his attention to Ruyb. She stares after Armando. An odd look is on her face, full of awe and confusion when she turns her attention back to Cyd. “You’re amazing.”<br />“This isn’t exactly what a man wants to come home to.” Cyd holds his hand out to her. Ruyb gratefully goes to him.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7FGHVhyI/AAAAAAAAAio/r_A_DTbByc8/s800/PV0105-09.jpg" /></center><br />Cyd pulls her in to his arms. “I only wish I gotten home sooner.”<br />Ruyb melts in his arms. “Don’t be silly. You had no idea this was going to happen. Hell, I had no idea it was going to happen or I would never have ordered Chinese food… which is probably nasty and cold now.”<br />Ruyb feels Cyd chuckle as he holds her. She lays her head on his shoulder feeling safe in his embrace. Cyd sighs. “You’re still trembling.”<br />“I’m sorry.” She tries to stop but fails.<br />He lightly touches her cheek. “You’re going to want to put some ice on that… it’s gonna bruise worse than it already is.” He doesn’t release her. He holds her and grows serious. “Are you okay?”<br />“I’m… I guess I’m okay. You?”<br />“Honestly, I’m still pretty upset and I want answers.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7CyF_QFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wsPpf5vNpxo/s800/PV0105-10.jpg" /></center><br />“Our home… I like the sound of that.” He pulls her in to his arms. “My art stuff will go to the studio.”<br />“I don’t think I’ve ever been there.” She peers at him. “I don’t even think I knew you had one.”<br />He grins. “When I get everything moved in and arranged, we’ll have to get you down there.”<br />“I could help-”<br />“No… no offense, Lover, but that’s my studio, my haven for my art. While I will share all aspects of my life with you, my art is still my own.” Darren says this in such a matter-of-fact tone, Toots doesn’t argue. She simply nods in understanding.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7FnFbjuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/q0AWHCdb57U/s800/PV0105-11.jpg" /></center><br />Armando limps towards the door still holding his side. “A-answers?”<br />Cyd sighs softly and steps back. “I’m not a fool, Ruyb. This guy isn’t some stranger assaulting my woman in our home. If that were the case, I would have called the police before beating the crap out of him.”<br />“Hey!” Armando stops at the door. “You didn’t-”<br />Cyd raises an eyebrow waiting to see if he would finish his comment. Armando sneers and limps towards the door again. “So who is this guy and what is this all about?”<br />“That… that’s Armando… Armando Livingston.” She swallows hard past the lump in her throat.<br />“And?” Cyd prompts. “You two obviously know each other…”<br />“Knew… past tense. He… well, he’s…” Ruyb’s look is strained and panicked.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7DBBF1vI/AAAAAAAAAiU/23BgIQq1xU4/s800/PV0105-12.jpg" /></center><br />“How did I get so lucky?” Darren holds her close, lowering his lips to hers kissing her gently. “I’m so lucky to have the perfect woman.”<br />Toots melts in his embrace, matching his kiss with her own. “I’m not perfect, Darren.”<br />“Maybe not…” He runs his tongue lightly across her lips causing her to shiver. “You’re just perfect for me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7DdtLzeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nNwwADXzoSY/s800/PV0105-13.jpg" /></center><br />“Her husband,” Armando’s voice comes from behind Cyd. Cyd turns and stares at him in disbelief. His gaze is hard and unyeilding. “Roobs is my wife…” He smirks at Cyd. “You didn’t know she was married…” He looks at Ruyb’s horrified face and laughs, winces and holds his side. “I think you broke a rib… or three.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWa7G9dQj9I/AAAAAAAAAjA/VllPW2H0kpU/s800/PV0105-14.jpg" /></center><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-pleasant-view-gen-1-06.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 06</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-2668543576961153022011-02-22T16:31:00.010-06:002011-03-03T15:04:05.839-06:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 04Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Heather receives a mysterious package that taunts her thoughts as it sits at her doorway. Who sent it? What’s in it? Should she open it or call the police bomb squad to haul it away? Christina is left home as Mitch goes off with the slut twins. Is he a good Samaritan or a good liar? Ruyb gets sassy with her abuser Armando. Will he back down or bitchslap her again? Magic listens to Don’s request. Will she help him? Is it worth her time? Is he?<br /><br />Meanwhile…<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj7t0mwDI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1k93ddZBMNU/s800/PV0104-01.jpg" /></center><br />Toots laughs. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with… I’ll tell you what I’m going to do for you. I’m going to give you your own room, your own bathroom and that jalopy out there… if you can fix it, it’s yours, too.”<br />Dirk stares at her. “What, no allowance?” He smirks watching her seethe.<br />“Oh you think you’re clever… no, no allowance from me. You will have to get from your father. What you’re going to do for me in exchange is move in here.”<br />His eyes narrow. “What’s the catch?”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj8akZz0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/oW3PUOSX55I/s800/PV0104-02.jpg" /></center><br />“No catch. That’s the deal. You have until dinner is over to tell him you’ll move in.”<br />“And if I say no?” His eyes travel her body, his lip twitches as he fights a grin. Her teeth clench momentarily as his eyes remain on her breasts for much too long. <br />“You try and say no, we do this the hard way.” She snaps her fingers in his face. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t avert his eyes. “Careful, little boy.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj8M6HOAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MeBKNKRvw1U/s800/PV0104-03.jpg" /></center><br />“Your boobs are bigger than Lil’s. I bet they’re soft.” His hand reaches for her. Her eyes grow hard. She grabs his hand with surprising force and speed, twisting his hand with a jerk and bending it back at the wrist. He hisses in pain. “Damn, bitch!”<br />“I told you to be careful.” She applies pressure to his wrist causing him to hiss again. <br />“What the fuck?”<br />“Dirk?” Darren calls from the livingroom.<br />“Ya?” Dirk responds, still gritting his teeth.<br />“You okay?” Darren’s voice is full of concern. Toots applies pressure to his bent wrist.<br />“Ya.” Dirk glares at Toots.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj-VObIeI/AAAAAAAAAhs/oi7_b7LUevQ/s800/PV0104-04.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb whimpers in pain on the ground. “Get up.” Ruyb looks up at him. Her eyes are defiant. He growls. “I said get up!” She sits there refusing to move. He comes for her again. <br />“No… no!” She screams at him. Scrambling to her feet, she tries defending herself. He punches her in the ribs. She cries out in pain. She staggers on her feet.<br />Armando yells at her. “Who’s a boy now, bitch? Huh?” He moves as if to come at her again. She flinches. “That’s right. I got your boy right here!” He grabs his cock and sneers at her. “Bet you want some of this… don’t you… don’t you?!”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj8wKB9YI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XLww6yifZGM/s800/PV0104-05.jpg" /></center><br />Cyd walks up the path. He runs his fingers through his hair with a tired yawn. He tilts his head listening as he hears yelling. “You fucking bitch!”<br />His foot hits the first step as he hears her scream. “Ruyb!” Cyd grits his teeth and storms in the house in time to see some strange man in his home, arm cocked to punch his woman. “Ruyb!”<br />Ruyb staggers on her feet, smiles through her tears. Her voice is a strained hoarse cry. “Cyd!”<br />The man pushes her aside and turns to face Cyd. “Oh look, the mook is home…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj9_QBH5I/AAAAAAAAAho/lMzoX-nfBoY/s800/PV0104-06.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb braces herself for what’s to come. Cyd pushes Armando. “Keep your hands off her.”<br />Armando is taken a bit by surprised and blinks at Cyd. “Are you serious? That’s it? That’s all you got?” Armando laughs. “Roobs, you want this dude? He’s not even a real man.”<br />Ruyb gasps. “He’s more man than you could ever dream to be!”<br />“You don’t want to take me on… you want to leave… now.” Cyd grits his teeth and glances at Ruyb, his anger is getting away from him. “I could kill you for what I walked in on. This is my house, you’re trespassing.”<br />Ruyb’s eyes grow wide. Cyd frowns in confusion.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj9ayGZvI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dgrc56HFLfE/s800/PV0104-07.jpg" /></center><br />“Oh, I’ll go… but not without Roobs.”<br />Cyd laughs. “You seriously think I’m going to let you out of here with her? You must be high.”<br />Armando snarls. “You best back down.”<br />Cyd laughs harder. “No, I see now. You’re delusional. I don’t fight with the mentally challenged. Go on now, before you hurt yourself.”<br />It’s Armando’s turn to laugh. “You idiot. Roobs is-”<br />“Mando!” Ruyb gasps in horror.<br />Armando sneers at Ruyb. “Even a dumbass like this deserves to know what kind of slut he’s fucking.”<br />Cyd growls. “That’s it. I tried to be civil. You crossed a line and now your ass is mine…” <br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj6LjlRHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KZKAcrucMGY/s800/PV0104-08.jpg" /></center><br />Darren chuckles. “You made macaroni.”<br />“How many times have I got to tell you? A woman who loves her man, knows what he loves and how to keep him happy.” A snort comes from the other side of the table. Toots ignores and smiles at Darren. “There are other things I can cook, but we’ll get to them another time.”<br />“You’re amazing.” He reaches across the table and takes her hand in his, lifts it to his lips and kisses the back of her hand. Dirk groans.<br />Toots smiles at Dirk. “I think he may need some of Grandma’s special chicken soup.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj6k_40eI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/P-yendXznm0/s800/PV0104-09.jpg" /></center><br />Dirk pushes around his macaroni trying hard to ignore his grumbling stomach. “Nah, I’m cool.”<br />“Dirk…” Darren clears his throat.<br />Dirk looks across the table at his father and sighs. “Ya?”<br />“So uh… you’re okay with me dating?”<br />Dirk shrugs. “Ya.” He drops his fork in the bowl and babies his wrist under the table. “It’s cool.”<br />Toots smiles quietly as Darren continues. “And you’re okay with moving in here?”<br />Dirk glares at Toots before responding. “Ya…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj-4I9QHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/VuMhasYgI5s/s800/PV0104-10.jpg" /></center><br />Heather swallows hard and licks her suddenly dry lips. “Alon, I don’t think this is a good idea…”<br />“What isn’t a good idea?” He brushes hair from her eyes. “Bringing in a package?” He caresses her cheek. “Or stopping by to say hi to a friend?”<br />Her breathing is labored as she fights for control. “You’re…” She bites her lip and stops him. “You’re thoughtful and sweet and…” She shakes her head and backs away. “You’re also underaged and I can’t…” She turns her back to him so he can’t see her struggle. “I just can’t…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TWRj_c6evAI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7jppVMGffFs/s800/PV0104-11.jpg" /></center><br />Alon nods slowly. “You’re right…” He walks slowly towards her while speaking. “I am only seventeen. My birthday is soon… very soon. Days away… then I will be eighteen, legal and an adult.” He pauses behind her. He kisses her shoulder. His arm slips around her waist. “When that time comes… I will take you in my arms.” He pulls her close. She closes her eyes gasping in surprise.<br />“Alon…” She moans softly as his hand slips lower to her hip. <br />“Yes…” He presses against her. <br />“Alon, I can’t…” She whimpers.<br />“Five days, Heather.” His hand rises across her flat belly stopping just below her breast. She whimpers. He exhales slowly. “Five very long days.” He kisses her shoulder again. “Until then, I respect your wishes.” He releases her and steps back. “Good night, Heather.”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-pleasant-view-gen-1-05.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 05</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-84970778470567074032011-02-18T18:02:00.004-06:002011-03-03T15:01:07.191-06:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 03Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Magic was presented with options by The Don. Toots meets the teen and lays it on the line.<br /><br />Meanwhile…<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xNfTZRpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fYw-GvbrYfo/s800/PV103-01.jpg" /></center><br />Heather pauses to stare at the package. She tilts her head sizing it; she steps closer and peers at the hand written note in big bold script. Upon the card is a name. Simply one name and that’s all. No indication who it’s from, just ‘Heather’. Heather bites her lip and stares at the package. She looks towards the apartment beside her and wonders if it is from the perv of apartment 3.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xM0-1GkI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VkUQmxRPTrk/s800/PV103-02.jpg" /></center><br />“Dinner was great.” Mitch gives her a grin. “So what do you have planned for tonight?”<br />“Planned? Um… nothing?” Christina shrugs. “I just got here and I honestly have no plans made. Is there something you’d like to do?” Christina bites her lip. Her eyes roam his body. He chuckles.<br />“Later I will definitely take you again. Right now, I need to get ready to go.”<br />“Go?” Christina’s shoulders sag with disappointment.<br />“Mhmm… duty calls. I’m part of the welcome wagon committee and my name got pulled for a visit. It was planned some days ago. I can’t get out of it.” He slips an arm around her waist. “I won’t be gone long. You won’t even miss me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xNlb8yiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/f6wlqgd8TFg/s800/PV103-03.jpg" /></center><br />Heather prepares her dinner. Her mind keeps wandering back to the package left for her. Maybe she should open it… there may be some more information inside the box. She forms the patties without thinking. Her hands work automatically.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xOD9Z9HI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5O0xglu-E2c/s800/PV103-04.jpg" /></center><br />“Aw man!” Heather sighs deeply as her dinner is burned. “I can’t even blame this one on Magic.” She takes the charred meat off the burner and stares at it. The smoke detector goes off.<br />“Ack!” She squeals and opens the apartment door to let the smoke out. She stares at the package still sitting out side her front door waiting for her. “This is ‘your’ fault.” She glares at the package for a moment longer before returning to her burnt dinner.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xPl7d2iI/AAAAAAAAAgc/xMhKawY16OI/s800/PV103-05.jpg" /></center><br />“You asshole, you scared me. How dare you walk in to my home uninvited?” Ruyb glares at him. “Now get out… get out of my house before I call-”<br />“Call? Who are you going to call Roobs? Hmm? The police? I’d like to see you call them. I dare you. And when they get here you know what I’m gonna tell them…”<br />“You wouldn’t…” Her resolve hardens.<br />“Try me.” He laughs. “You can’t even threaten me. I have all the cards…” He steps closer. Ruyb flinches and he smirks. His voice lowers threateningly. “That’s right, bitch. You ‘should’ be afraid of me.”<br />Her anger flares. Her eyes widen. “Afraid? Of you? You’re not even a man, Mando.”<br />His smirk drops. His hand flies back before it makes contact with her sending a shockwave of pain seering through her. She stands stunned. Her head spins. Her vision blurs. She hisses as her hand comes in to contact with her cheek. “Careful, Ruyb, think before you open your mouth again.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xQPmG0EI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fwwiBaLKec8/s800/PV103-06.jpg" /></center><br />“You’re a bastard.” Ruyb tries her best to stay calm. She feels her control slipping. She can’t let him get the upper hand. Her voice softens. “Get out. Just go, Mando.” She feels the tears burning behind her eyelids. She holds her cheeck refusing to look at him.<br />“Beg.” He smirks.<br />“What?” She shakes her head slowly back in forth.<br />“Beg me to leave…” Armando’s voice is once again low.<br />She crosses her arms defiantly she glares at him through her blurred vision. “Never…”<br />“You want me out… you’ll beg.” He laughs. “Oh I want to hear it… for old times. Come on, Roobs. Beg…”<br />She refuses to appease the beast. “Just leave already. Don’t you have other deliveries to make,” she holds her arms in front of her as a brave front. She prays silently that he doesn’t see her shaking, “delivery ‘boy’.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xOg93rJI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ESeDUuigmLI/s800/PV103-07.jpg" /></center><br />“Back up, I haven’t agreed to help you.” Magic shakes her head. “But let’s say hypothetically that I do help you… what’s in it for me?” She smirks. “You fucking some women for my viewing pleasure isn’t enough incentive.”<br />Don grins. He grabs her around the back of her neck and pulls her forward off balance. She gasps and steps forward in surprise. Just that easily he has her within his grasp, his lips lightly brushing along the soft exposed skin of her shoulder up to her neck. He whispers throatily, “Oh but it won’t be me just fucking women.” He takes her earlobe between his teeth. “I will tend to your needs and occasional requests.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xPDuJ2VI/AAAAAAAAAgU/t_IKDfMjGBU/s800/PV103-10.jpg" /></center><br />He releases her and steps back. She stands unmoved staring at him. Her heart races and beats heavily in her chest. He runs his thumb across her bottom lip. She whimpers. “Will you help me?”<br />“I… I…” Magic swallows hard. Her eyes search his face. “It…”<br />Don nods slowly. “I’ll give you some time to think on this. I hope you decide to help me. Come on, walk me out…” He grins. “I’m surprised the girls haven’t come in looking for me.”<br />“Girls?” Magic slowly snaps out of it.<br />“The twins… I left them in the car. They have some silly welcome wagon thing they’re doing tonight after dinner.”<br />“Oh! Now I remember where I met that blond-” Magic bites her lip cutting off the rest of that thought.<br />Don chuckles. “Yes, that is why you know the girls. Come on…” He turns and walks towards the door.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xOZyamAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9Qp6MjdGCG8/s800/PV103-11.jpg" /></center><br />“Hello?” Christina stiffens. “He’s unavailable. Who’s this?” She tilts her head in thought. “Oh. Um, no this is Christina… his girlfriend.” Her eyes widen. “He did?” She grins, her eyes light up and she looks behind her towards the stairs. Her voice takes on a wistful tone. “He did?” If it is at all possible Christina looks as if she simply melts. “Aw, he’s so sweet.” She nods. “Oh sure, I’ll tell him.” Christina giggles. “Oh, I’d like that. I’ll be sure to cook something real nice. Next week maybe?” She tilts her head before nodding again. “Okay, just let me know. Bye, Dina.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV7xPTjJGqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FG2UJfDa7s0/s800/PV103-12.jpg" /></center><br />He reaches his hands out to her and laughs when she stares at them. “I promise to give them back.” Hesitantly she places her hands in his. He gives them a squeeze. “It was a delight to finally meet you face to face… now that you know me, don’t be a stranger. You’re welcome to drop by most any time.” He winks.<br />Magic blushes and nods. “I would say the same, but I’m sure you would just come over any how…”<br />Don laughs. “Possibly.” He lifts one hand to his lips, kissing her palm. He winks at her again and walks away. “Night, Magic. Don’t take too long thinking about it. I’ve been known to grow impatient.”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-pleasant-view-gen-1-04.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 04</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-5279209691093678922011-02-15T13:55:00.010-06:002011-03-03T15:02:12.883-06:00‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 02Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View:<br />Heather has a close encounter of the insane tenant kind. Christina inhaled a lemon zest salad catching Mitch’s ire. Ruyb has a Chinese delivery gone awry.<br /><br />Meanwhile…<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVrWiqQ4LII/AAAAAAAAAc4/_gWPefuilWM/s800/PV02%2001.jpg" /></center><br />“Hello?” Magic listens intently, her eyebrows arch, her eyes widen, her cheeks grow a warm pink and her hand clutches her bare throat. “No!” She flinches. She clears her throat. “I mean, now isn’t a good time. I’m about to turn in for the evening so maybe tomo-”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wlvj5RXI/AAAAAAAAAeM/gA6CpHqOnuo/s800/PV02%2005.jpg" /></center><br />She bites her lip listening again. “I know that…” Her face is strained. “Well, yes…” She taps her foot. “I realize…” She lets her breath out slowly. “How did you get my phone number?” Her jaw tightens. She speaks through clenched teeth. “I’ll have to remember to thank her.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wlPVgBXI/AAAAAAAAAeI/iEclwD1rHxw/s800/PV02%2006.jpg" /></center><br />“Tomorrow is…” She shakes her head. “No, to-” Magic stares at the phone for a moment before putting it back to her ear. “Hello?” She stares once more at the phone. Her eyes widen. “He wouldn’t…”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wlzy7oMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MCcm4JC64-4/s800/PV02%2007.jpg" /></center><br />“Any time, day or night… I’d be here for you, your needs, your wants, your desires. Just tell me you love me.” Toots trails her finger nails along his skin. He moans entwining his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck to claim her lips. She lets the kiss develop for a few minutes. His passion grows, his desire peaks. His kiss is hungry and urgent. She pulls back and licks her lips. “Tell me…”<br />He moans. “You vixen…”<br />She flicks her tongue along his lips. “Tell me…”<br />He growls hungrily. He pulls her to him. His teeth are at her ear. “You know I love you.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wiwjf4tI/AAAAAAAAAdw/j0vnnmyZJAs/s800/PV02%2004.jpg" /></center><br />She whimpers wrapping her arms around him, pressing against him kissing him back, matching his urgency. “I love you, Darren. Stay… move in with me. Bring the boy, just don’t say no.”<br />His hand takes to roaming her body, touching and exploring every curve. “Toots…”<br />She shivers in his arms. “I’m yours for the taking… are you man enough?”<br />He laughs heartily and tosses her back against the bed. “Oh you have no idea.”<br />“Move in… show me you’re the man I believe you to be…” Lifting her hips against him she teases him with her pleasures.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wlk9g5wI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/FNvJkhWrZ1o/s800/PV02%2008.jpg" /></center><br />“How am I supposed to think while you’re seducing me?” Darren grins. His lips roam her body. She squirms beneath him.<br />“What is there to think about? I love you. You love me. The house is big enough for us. Your son will have his own room…” She whimpers and writhes. “We can… uhhhh… we can add… oh, another… mmmm… room for you… you… oh!”<br />He looks up at her with a questioning look. “For me?” He dips his head back to business before she can respond.<br />“Yes! Oh yes, a… a room for you… your… oh!” She lies back panting. He hovers over her waiting for her to speak. “Something… whew… I dunno, like an art studio.”<br />Darren laughs. “You do know my weaknesses.”<br />She shifts her hips teasingly. “Any woman in love knows her man.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wjt3OYvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FHX_h4U7lvc/s800/PV02%2010.jpg" /></center><br />“You came. Even after I told you not to…” Magic looks at him stunned.<br />“Oh don’t act like that. I told you it wouldn’t take long. Besides it isn’t as if we’re strangers exactly.” He grins at her uneasiness and chuckles. His voice is even smoother in person. She fights not to bite her lip.<br />“You’re still a stranger, just because I happened to see-” Her mouth clamps shut refusing to voice what exactly she saw.<br />“Mmm… Dina is a hot little wench. Shame you missed the day before, I had her twin.” He laughs harder at her reaction. “I am sure you’ve been told already, for the record my name is Don… Don Lothario.”<br />She quirks an eyebrow questioningly at his announcement.<br />Don shrugs. “It’s a name I wear proudly and live up to as often as possible.”<br />“Why am I not surprised?” Magic smirks.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wkHQeiaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KrUCe7WQqQE/s800/PV02%2011.jpg" /></center><br />Don just grins. “At least I’m up front with <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wjRfgvRI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KWv-FN6z-0E/s800/PV02%2013.jpg">my women</a>. They know <a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVsPAjwL_8I/AAAAAAAAAdU/EWZgDfhuplk/s800/PV02%2003.jpg">who I am</a>. They know <a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wkaSGeDI/AAAAAAAAAeE/u2rYGZpOzmU/s800/PV02%2009.jpg">my reputation</a> and go in to things with an open mind. Uh, <a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVsMc1DzjgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/TVLOvzsGRKE/s800/PV02%2002.jpg">most of them</a>…” He brushes a few stray hairs from her brow and gazes in to her eyes. “Ever consider wearing contacts? You have amazing eyes.”<br />“I…” She swallows hard and lets out her breath. “Okay I uh… ya, I see now how those women can find themselves ensnared in your web.”<br />“You flatter.” He bows his head in a nod of gratitude. “Yet you give no name…”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wj8HxbaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/1XMuJbjj2sY/s800/PV02%2012.jpg" /></center><br />“Magic.”<br />“You’re serious.”<br />“Hey if you can be Lothario, I can be Magic.” She responds defiantly.<br />“Touche…” He chuckles and continues. “Now for the purpose of my intrusion in to your home. There is a woman-”<br />“You’re kidding me.”<br />“No… I have women, Magic, plenty of women that will fill your evenings with voyeuristic sexual fantasies but that’s not the point… one got away. I want her back…”<br />“What does that have to do with me?”<br />“You’re going to help me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV1wmaI6jhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/gRbXNpWSaug/s800/PV02%2014.jpg" /></center><br />“And if I don’t?” Magic shoots back at him. Who is he to demand her help?<br />“I move my activities indoors and invest in curtains.” He waits a beat.<br />She bites her lip in thought. Her voice is soft. She speaks more to herself than him. “Oh… well then…”<br />“It isn’t all that bad. I think you may even know her already which is why I come to you…”<br />Magic smirks and crosses her arms. “Oh so the mighty woman slayer, Don Lothario needs help wooing a woman back to his harem?”<br />“Ha! Never.” It’s Don’s turn to smirk which develops in to a laugh. “I don’t need help getting a woman’s attention. I don’t require your help to get me laid. We’ve already established I can fuck…” Magic blushes deeply. Don ignores it and continues. “She disappeared. She went off radar and changed her phone number. All I need is her number. I will get her back.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV169hxAn2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/0pK9lK3KvjI/s800/PV02%2015.jpg" /></center><br />“Will you relax? It’s just dinner.” She shakes her head chuckling. “I should be the nervous one.”<br />“I keep telling you, it’s not that simple. I haven’t really dated since his mom and…” Darren smiles at Toots. “I really want him to like you.”<br />“Don’t push too hard. Let him decide what is okay and what’s not and…” Toots shrugs. “If I have to… I’ll just wrestle him to the ground and smash his face in to the rug until he gives in.”<br />“You’d wha?” Darren blinks. The doorbell rings. Darren glances behind him then back to Toots nervously.<br />Toots laughs. “Oh relax… I was joking…” Darren kisses her cheeck and rushes for the door. “Kind of…”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV16-YoKK8I/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ZCDEmpAF1k/s800/PV02%2017.jpg" /></center><br />“So you must be Dirk… I’m-”<br />“The woman who stole my father’s heart?” Dirk’s face gives nothing away. Deadpan, straight face, even his voice is rather monotone.<br />Darren groans. “Dirk, mind your manners.”<br />“He is being polite.” Toots’ smile doesn’t waiver. Her eyes sparkle. “Darren, would you be dear and give us a few minutes to get to know each other.”<br />Darren hesitates. “But…”<br />“Dirk is fine …” Toots’ eyes never leave Dirk’s as they measure each other silently.<br />“Ya, Dad. I’m good.” Dirk’s lip twitches.<br />Darren nods slowy and leaves the two alone. “I’ll be in the living room watching TV, I guess.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TV2Sn4-rxvI/AAAAAAAAAew/fxwXnyeEMpU/s800/PV02%2018.jpg" /></center><br />Toots’ smile still in place she leans closer and lowers her voice. “You don’t fool me. You may have your father confused and twisted with guilt… for what I don’t know and really… I don’t care.” He raises his eyebrows. The corner of his mouth twitches again. “You aren’t some helpless little boy that needs his undivided attention. You’re some punk teen who’s playing his father. I happen to love that man… and I’m not about to let you hurt him.” Their eye contact remains as she stands straight.<br />“You aint gotta chance. You’re outta your league. You think you can just waltz in to this family and tell me who I am and how things are gonna go…” Dirk watches her half amused.<br />Toots scoffs. “Don’t mess with me kid. You won’t win.”<br />Dirk breaks a smile at last. “Bring it on, babe.”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-pleasant-view-gen-1-03.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 03</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-29425013112862020432011-02-08T16:56:00.013-06:002011-03-03T15:00:11.043-06:00‘This’ Pleasant ViewPreviously on ‘This’ Pleasant View…<br />We were introduced to the households. Toots pledges her heart to Darren who is still holding a torch for Cassandra. Mitch sends mixed signals to Christina about her landing on his doorstep. Heather tries to come to terms with her newly found inner cougar. Ruyb promises Cyd she will be faithful, not surprising Cyd is skeptical. Magic is called out for her voyeurism.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsrf0w_pI/AAAAAAAAAcI/95UoYdb3hWM/s800/pleasant%2001.jpg" /></center><br />Heather lays her head back and exhales. She relaxes in the bubbling hot water. She sighs softly as a range of emotions cross her face.<br />“So, you’re the one, huh.”<br />Heather sits up stunned. She stares silently at the woman for a moment. “Say again?”<br />“I’m La Shawn. I live in Apartment 2.” The woman simply stares at Heather. No expression, just stares… waiting.<br />“I uh… I’m-” Heather’s mouth clamps closed as she’s rudely cut off.<br />“Heather… ya, I heard.” La Shawn stares at Heather. Her eyes bore a hole through her.<br />“Heard? I believe you have me at a disadvantage here… care to explain?” Heather’s eyes show strain around the edges yet her demeanor remains unchanged until she sighs.<br />La Shawn scoffs her tone is dripping with sarcasm. “The landlord told us we got a new tentant. The paper kid, Alon said you’re super nice and the guy in 3 caught a glimpse of you and went on and on about how gorgeous you are and I swear if I had to hear one more description of your bedroom brown eyes I was going to puke.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsrwsV40I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1g7FAV_J78g/s800/pleasant%2002.jpg" /></center><br />“Wait who said what? I don’t even know the guy in 3. You’re the first tenant I’ve met.” She frowns at La Shawn. “Such a charming introduction as this is, I don’t see why you’re taking out your frustration on me.”<br />“Manners? Hmmm… Alon is right, you are nice. We’ll see about ‘super’.” La Shawn smirks. “As for the old perv in 3, don’t worry about him. He’s a voyeur. He watches… everyone… always.”<br />“Always?” Heather frowns.<br />“Mhmm… if you’re worried just keep your curtains closed.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsl3S3WJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kvMFs_mecrA/s800/pleasant%2003.jpg" /></center><br />Christina smiles to herself while chopping the salad. She lets out a huff of air that blows her bangs up and out of her eyes. “Whew…”<br />Somewhere in the background the sound of water running is heard. It is distant and muted. From seemingly nowhere a man’s deep voice begins singing. His singing is also muted and occasionally garbled. She bites her lip giggling.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsmT2I5EI/AAAAAAAAAbc/pIx2XE5_nGY/s800/pleasant%2004.jpg" /></center><br />Christina sits at the table with two plates. She glances impatiently in the general direction of upstairs. She takes a small bite. “Oh that’s good…” She glances up the stairs again. She stares at her plate. She takes another bite and another and another. She smiles, closes her eyes and sighs happily.<br />Quietly he descends pausing at the foot of the stairs to watch her. He shakes his head with a soft chuckle. She pauses, fork in mouth and turns her head noting he’s watching.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsm-NLi5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/oPhnASxYeRw/s800/pleasant%2005.jpg" /></center><br />Without a word Mitch sits at the table. His hair is slightly damp giving the impression of someone fresh from the shower. Slowly she pulls her fork from her lips and smiles feigning innocence. He smirks in response and glances at her empty plate. “Hungry?”<br />“I uh… was.” She sets her fork down and gives him an apologetic shrug.<br />He chuckles and takes a bite. “Nice use of lemon zest.” He takes another bite and chews appreciatively.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmspUzGt-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/5FWqCpkurfE/s800/pleasant%2006.jpg" /></center><br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmspmqkdsI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Qfwwuozayt4/s800/pleasant%2007.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb glances out the window. “Oh yum… food…” She bites her lip and backs quickly away from the window. The doorbell rings and she whimpers. She looks around panicked. She wipes her palms on her pants. She swallows hard. She stares at the door with a pained look. She clutches her stomach groaning as the doorbell rings again.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsrIHqBhI/AAAAAAAAAcE/SivB9FIIkfY/s800/pleasant%2008.jpg" /></center><br />La Shawn taps her chin for a moment. “So the guy in 1 is okay. I mean, he has his moments of oddness, but then who doesn’t? Am I right? It really is just that guy in apartment 3 that you have to even worry about. Now if I remember the layout of your apartment you only have maybe a kitchen window that he can see in to clearly and then of course whenever you’re out here.” She looks behind her towards the balcony of apartment 3. “He will be happy to watch you out here. It is his favorite thing. I used to date the guy in your apartment, probably why I’m not exactly happy you’re living there and-”<br />“Do you ever breathe?” Heather stares at the woman horrified.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsqwMLSqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/QYSBHFyvzmI/s800/pleasant%2009.jpg" /></center><br />“I…” La Shawn stares at Heather as if she sprouted an extra head. “Wha?”<br />Heather shrugs. “Breathe… I mean really you’ve been going on for a good twenty minutes I was starting to get concerned that you’d lose oxygen and pass out. Then I’d have to save you from drowning.”<br />La Shawn’s bottom lip begins to quiver. “That’s why he broke up… I talk too much. He said if he didn’t leave the building I’d drive him to insanity…”<br />“Ouch …” Heather sighs heavily. “Listen I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just have had a pretty stressful move and was trying to relax-”<br />La Shawn half shouts half cries. “You rented a furnished apartment! How stressful can moving in be? Alon was wrong. You’re not nice… you’re mean. Mean!”<br />La Shawn stumbles from the hot tub towards her apartment. Heather closes her eyes half grins and lays her head back.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsnkJoz5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Yl6aminKTyo/s800/pleasant%2010.jpg" /></center><br />Mitch pauses and stares at the empty chair. Christina rinses off her plate. “I’m glad you like it. It’s not a heavy meal and yet still filling.”<br />“Christina…” Mitch continues to stare at the vacated seat.<br />“Hmmm?” Christina turns off the water after washing her fork and plate. She dries her hands on the kitchen towel and glances at him. She tilts her head at him questioningly. “What’s wrong?”<br />“While I don’t begrudge you starting without me, it is rude to simply walk away from the table. You need to come back and sit with me while I finish my dinner.”<br />“I need…” She stares at the empty chair.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmso2-NB9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/G10zMpgsNBA/s800/pleasant%2011.jpg" /></center><br />She watches him in confusion yet sits down quietly. He simply nods and takes a bite. “What do you intend to do with yourself now?”<br />“Do… well, I’ve always wanted to go in to design and there are some on line courses…” She pauses with a strained look on her face. “Mitch?”<br />“Mhmm?” He takes another unhurried bite.<br />“You really expect me to sit with you while you eat?”<br />He finishes chewing and lowers his fork to the table. “Yes. Is there a problem with me wanting your company at the table while we dine together as a couple?”<br />Christina visibly softens. “Oh… that… that’s so sweet.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsoMc7ymI/AAAAAAAAAbo/chpQFePsEtw/s800/pleasant%2012.jpg" /></center><br />Mitch continues to eat. “On line courses… I suppose that could work.”<br />Christina nods enthusiastically. “Yes, there are on line schools that will even help with job placement when openings are made available.”<br />He chews slowly before making eye contact again. “Excellent. I got fired today.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsqC0ObQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/3wT0vcjgCzw/s800/pleasant%2013.jpg" /></center><br />The doorbell rings again. Ruyb takes a deep breath whips open the door and forces a smile on her face. “Oh, great! Thanks, I’ll just take that.”<br />A slow smile spreads across his face. “So that’s how it’s going to be now, huh…” He hands her the tray. He glances at the house and back to her. “New digs? Who’s the mook?”<br />Ruyb struggles to keep a pleasant smile on her face. “He’s not a mook. He’s a wonderful man with morals… something you’d know nothing about.” Her smile fades. She glares at him as he continues to grin. “Go away. Now.”<br /><br /><center><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TVmsqakoxyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dq2il9WRdQE/s800/pleasant%2014.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb turns on her heel retreating back in to her home. The Chinese delivery guy follows. The door clicks closed muffling the sound of a scream.<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-pleasant-view-gen-1-02.html">‘This’ Pleasant View - Gen 1 02</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-61655031208068997562011-01-31T12:27:00.007-06:002011-02-15T06:15:31.611-06:00Getting ‘this’ startedA voice drones on dulling the senses: Previously on ‘This’ Pleasant View. Phase 3 was set to begin as rules were spoken of and tossed out of the window. An outline of what is ahead was briefly touched upon and the girls began their lives away from the intrusive cameras and interfering director… or did they?<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC4b1g0rI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sZW_jRAHaaQ/s800/start%2001.jpg" /></center><br />“Babe, you’re trembling.” Darren holds her tighter. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”<br />“Nothing, I’m just…” She looks up at him with tears of joy sparkling in her eyes. “I’m so happy.”<br />“Well if this is you happy, I don’t ever want to see you sad.” He kisses her tears away making his way to her lips tasting the salt as their tongues meet with urgency and need. He pulls away regretably. “Dang baby, you’re gonna send me away limping again if you don’t stop kissing me like that.”<br />She laughs. “I’m not sending you away ever again. Stay with me.”<br />“Stay? Here? Babe, that’s not going to work out, you have too many women here and not enough beds-”<br />Toots puts her finger across his lips cutting off his words. She bites her lip then bites his. “The women are gone. It’s just you and me…” She runs her tongue along his bottom lip. “No more twin beds, no more leaving dissatisfied and wanting.”<br />“Tempting as that is, I still can’t stay. I have a son. I have a responsibility to him. I’m the only family he has left. I can’t-”<br />Once again Toots cuts off his objections and excuses. This time with her lips on his. She reaches for him, reminding him how good a woman’s touch can be. He moans deeply pulling her closer.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC3yHwwoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tebyb2gU5BE/s800/start%2002.jpg" /></center><br />Toots pulls away breathlessly and slips something on his finger. He stares at it wordlessly, blinking in confusion. His body is still in the heat of passion and once again Toots switches gears. His desires cloud his mind as he attempts to focus on his hand. “What?”<br />“I’m serious, Darren. I want you to stay… forever. Not just the night, every night.” She takes his hands in hers. “Marry me, Darren. Stay with me and I will love you like no woman has ever loved you.”<br />Darren stares at his hand stunned. “You… you bought me a ring.”<br />“Yes. I want to show you how committed I am to our relationship, to you, to us.” Toots searches his face. “I… I thought you love me.”<br />“I do love you.” He continues to stare at the ring. “It has nothing to do with that… We’ve been on our own, just me and Dirk, since…” He bites off the words, ‘my wife died’ leaving the rest of his sentence hanging between them.<br />Toots tugs at his hands finally getting his attention on her. “She’s gone, Darren. You’re still here… among the living with a woman that adores you and wants to spend the rest of her days by your side. Don’t let that go because of a memory of a woman that can’t hold you, touch you, love you… she’s a memory. I’m real. I’m right here and I am not letting you go.” Toots steps back a step slowly removing her clothing until she stands bared body and soul before him. “I won’t fight a ghost for the man I love… you will be mine.”<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Editor’s note: Toots wasn’t feeling well after proposing and <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC4jbtYQI/AAAAAAAAAYs/em9XITR7BF4/s800/start%2003.jpg">felt the need to sit down</a>… *snickers*</span></em><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC5j5uIZI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QSSMYeYf9x0/s800/start%2004.jpg" /></center><br />“Christina…” Christina gasps and spins around. Her face lights up at the sight of him, dropping just as quickly at the hard looking in his eyes.<br />“Mitch…” Christina stumbles over her words. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you. Magic made me leave, she drugged me or something because I was knocked out and taken away from the house and then I woke up and I was here and I have no idea-”<br />Mitch’s deep voice cuts through her ramblings. “Christina.” Christina holds her tongue. Her eyes are wide. Without realizing it, she’s holding her breath waiting for him to speak again. “I’m glad you’re here.”<br />Christina lets out her breath in a sigh of relief. “You are?”<br />“Of course I am. This is where you belong. Here. With me.” His look has yet to soften even though his tone and words have.<br />Christina glances at the house behind her. “Here?”<br />“This is my house…” He peers at her. “If you didn’t know it was my house, why did you continue to stay here?”<br />Christina shrugs. “I don’t know really. I mean, I’m not familiar with this town and I’ve always been told if you’re lost stay put someone will find you and I figured who ever lives here will be home and maybe I could borrow their phone to call you and you’d come get me and-”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC55mcSZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5zrmVD3uDhc/s800/start%2005.jpg" /></center><br />Mitch chuckles and pulls her in to his arms. “You’re adorable when you’re lost.”<br />Christina melts in his embrace. “Only I’m not lost any more.”<br />“Nope. You are exactly where you belong.” He kisses her nose. “Which makes you more than adorable, you’re irresistible.”<br />“Oh.” Christina wrinkles her nose. “You’ve been at a fire.”<br />“It’s the down side of this job, unfortunately. After work, I reek of fire and sweat.” Mitch’s arms continue to hold her close. His eyes are intense as they search hers.<br />“I think it’s sexy.” Christina bites her lip.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC6N-xLGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/V7Gv5fGn3bM/s800/start%2006.jpg" /></center><br />Mitch literally sweeps her off her feet. “Then let’s get you inside. We can’t waste this opportunity.”<br />Christina giggles and wraps her arms around him. “Take me, you brute. I’m yours.”<br />“Damn right you are.” Mitch chuckles as she pulls his helmet from his head and plops it on her own. The helmet is too large and flops down in her face. “You’re a mess.”<br />“Am not.” Her voice is muffled within the helmet. She feels him moving, presumably towards the house. The door opens with little sound and closes with a soft click.<br />“Welcome home.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC6z4TWtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AQrdZpJLBIY/s800/start%2007.jpg" /></center><br />“Hi, I’m Alon.” The boy grins at her. He swallows hard as he looks in to her soft brown eyes that sparkle when she smiles. “I’m yours… your boy… oh uh, I deliver the newspaper. I will be yours, if you want… the paper!”<br />Heather takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly with a slight nod of her head. “I’m pleased to meet you, Alon. My name is Heather.” She glances at her hand that he still held and tried to stifle a giggle. He’s such a cute boy. He should have a cute girlfriend his age, not some woman old enough to be… his aunt. She tilts her head for a brief moment. Actually she is probably only five years older than him. Maybe in a few years… She pulls her hand free. His voice is rather deep for someone so young. She swallows hard, reining in her thoughts. “How much?”<br />“How much?” Alon stares at her blankly before shaking his head. “Oh! The… paper, right. Twenty-five simoleans a month or thirteen a month for Sunday delivery only.”<br />“I like it every day.”<br />“Wow…” Alon’s eyes widen. “I… uh, okay. I can bill you monthly. I come personally to collect. There are a few forms? Or well just the one.”<br />“Let me get my wallet.” Heather ducks in the apartment quickly closing the door behind her. She leans on it closing her eyes. What has gotten in to her? She has been away from men much too long. This is no man! This is a boy… a sweet boy with red hair and gray eyes and… Heather closes her eyes and sighs. She hisses at the empty hallway. “I need a man… preferably one my age; legal and not jail-bait!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC7JzoqZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/s2GSCnMbbkg/s800/start%2008.jpg" /></center><br />“Here you go. I hope it’s okay to tip you? I’m not familiar with the protocol on these things.” Heather hands him a small stack of simoleans, practically thrusting them at him and pulling her hand away quickly.<br />“Wow, thanks!” He doesn’t bother counting it. He stuffs the bills in his front pocket. “For your receipt I will need your full name or the man of the house, if you prefer?”<br />“I live alone.” He glances up at her with a hopeful grin and lowers his head quickly to the receipt book. “Heather… Heather Sergeant.”<br />“Well, Heather… Heather Sergeant.” He smiles at her. “I have a few more deliveries before school. Don’t want to flunk out my last year. I refuse to go to summer school before I can go to the university. Oh and uh, thanks again for the tip. It is definitely appreciated. I’m saving up for college.” He shrugs self consciously. “See you tomorrow.”<br />Alon practically runs down the steps two at a time leaving Heather at her doorstep. She waves her fingers in a feeble farewell, finding herself suddenly breathless, “Bye?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC6XJ32BI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Uvh8uXqlqLA/s800/start%2009.jpg" /></center><br />“Improvise the woman says, improvise the woman gets.” Cyd pulls her closer to him. She slides along his thighs and gasps in delight.<br />“Oh!” She feels his body responding and whimpers. “I love how your mind works.”<br />“Yes, but do you love me?” His hands roam her body. She shivers with delight.<br />“Yes.” Her lips seek his, he denies her. He isn’t done questioning her.<br />“Enough to be mine?” He rakes his fingers down her thigh leaving red marks. She gasps and nods quickly.<br />“Yes, yes!” Again she tries to kiss him, again she is denied.<br />“Do you love me enough to be mine alone, body and soul?” His hands return to exploring her body, preparing her for what’s to come.<br />Ruyb moans deeply, “Yes, yes, yes…” At last her lips find his in a deep passionate kiss full of insatiable hunger.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC6h6o_0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/ni5qQVoIq-U/s800/start%2010.jpg" /></center><br />He lays her back on the couch, his weight on hers, positioned to take her. Once more he stares at her. His eyes search her face. She whimpers and pouts writhing beneath him. “Cyd?”<br />“Tell me. You know what I want to hear. Make me believe you, Ruyb.”<br />She smiles up at him. Her finger nails raking down his back. “I, Ruyb Babii, of soundish mind and body, do love you, Cyd Roseland from this day until you tire of me. I will love you and only you, forsaking all others to take pleasure from your body and yours alone.” Her hands grip his ass, her legs wrap around him, lifting her body to his eagerly. “Take me, claim me… I’m yours.”<br />“I love you, Ruyb.” He kisses her deeply and claims her… for now, for later, until she screws up and breaks his heart. He closes his eyes tightly against the truth refusing to admit that day will come.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC4zQmtjI/AAAAAAAAAYw/73HXuVSK3Jg/s800/start%2012.jpg" /></center><br />The lonely scrape of metal against porcelain echoes through her. She stares at the salad and moves it around a bit more. <em>Bored… maybe that man is outside again.</em> She looks out her window and sighs in disappointment. She sits once more with her salad and the quiet that is her home.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC5GxZM5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/IhZCkg7q260/s800/start%2011.jpg" /></center><br />Magic blinks. Magic raises her head. Magic looks around and finally at her front window. A woman boldly watches her. Magic quirks an eyebrow. The woman remains. A knock on her door. Magic frowns. <em>Who the devil?</em> Magic peers at the woman. She walks across her small home and sets her salad down on the counter before opening the door.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUdC5XaYeTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/SoTWuGqxweg/s800/start%2013.jpg" /></center><br />“Afternoon, I’m from your neighborhood watching group. Just wanted to welcome you and introduce our organization so you won’t be too startled when you see us around.”<br />Magic takes the hand offered. “Oh, is there a lot of crime in the area?”<br />“Crime?” She laughs and shakes her head. “Oh you misunderstand… we aren’t for crime prevention… we’re voyeurs.”<br />Magic pulls her hand back and peers at the woman. <em>That explains why she was looking through my window.</em> “Is that right?”<br />She smiles knowingly. “Yes, Don suggested we introduce ourselves. He believes you may fit in rather nicely…”<br />Magic scoffs indignantly. “What? And who is this ‘Don’ person so I can ‘thank’ him properly?”<br />She steps closer, her eyes sparkle with mischief. “The man you watched fuck on his rooftop…”<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-pleasant-view.html">‘This’ Pleasant View </a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-18246243766489954192011-01-28T13:47:00.011-06:002011-01-31T17:37:26.166-06:00What’s ‘this’, too?<center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGM9RHi4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/euRyWo3HQTU/s800/what%2009.jpg" /></center><br />“I’m hoooooooome, I’m faaaaaaaabulous!” Toots sings her heart out to the clouds and anyone within hearing distance. “Life is graaaaaaaaand, and I’m so haaaaaapy!”<br />“Family sim…” The off screen voice sighs heavily. “Oy, JLo… the girls are gone. Well most of the girls are gone, you need to go out back and send the rest away so you can start Phase 3.”<br />“What?” Toots looks around in confusion. “Where are all the cameras? What do you mean they’re gone and what ‘is’ Phase 3?”<br />“Markers, Toots. Move the markers.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGNUuLJHI/AAAAAAAAAXo/mCElI7gbf8Y/s800/what%2010.jpg" /></center><br />Toots heads out back towards the far corner of the lot. The unhappy headstones glare at her accusingly in the bright sunlight. She pauses long enough to sigh softly. “Sorry I failed you ladies. I mean it wasn’t totally my fault, if Christina hadn’t fallen asleep while cooking and…” She sighs again. “Maybe we can get someone to college and have them call and find one of the death phones to bring you guys back.”<br />“Or maybe not…”<br />Toots jumps. “Gah! I forgot you were still here. You scared me.”<br />The off camera voice snorts, “Some Captain Hero…”<br />“Oh ha. Ha.” Toots wrinklers her nose and begins the process of sending the headstones to a community lot. “You forgot to put a downtown, there is no cemetary.”<br />The off screen voice sighs heavily. “Just send them some where else. We’ll deal with their final resting place later.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGN2JKkJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lHMMCnaDhI0/s800/what%2011.jpg" /></center><br />One by one the headstones poof in a puff of smoke to an undisclosed destination, one by one the ghosts said their good-byes. Toots takes a cleansing breath. “That was harder than I thought it would be. It’s like losing them all over again.”<br />“Ya well, I need you to have your lot back and to yourself. It is time for Phase 3.”<br />“What is phase 3 any way?” Toots crosses her arms and shifts her weight.<br />“Uh… hmm… good question. Phase 3 is um…”<br />“You don’t know.” Toots chuckles. “Woman, what are you planning?”<br />The off screen voice starts walking away. “Call your man. Start living! Take care, Toots.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGSXXKMBI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qZDa0lSEljE/s800/what%2012.jpg" /></center><br />Heather smiles. “It’s perfect. I’ll take it.”<br />Ed nods his disinterest. “Aint that grand? Okay so no pets, no late night parties and the rent is due on the first. Not the second, not the fifth, the first.”<br />Heather nods eagerly. “Got it, rent is due on the first.<br />“And I don’t care when the first is neither… cuz I’ll be here even on a weekend ta collect it if I gotta.” He scratches his chest and watches her silently.<br />“I’m sorry… what does that say here?” Heather points to the small print.<br />“It says that you acknowldge that I have the right to enter the apartment in order to fix what’s broke.” He crosses his arms chomping on his gum waiting impatiently. “Just sign.”<br />Heather takes a deep breath and signs on the dotted line biting back a whimper of excitement.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGTggr8TI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Y6kycKbnfeY/s800/what%2013.jpg" /></center><br />The landlord grumbles under his breath and walks away clipboard in hand.<br />“Um… bye!” Heather hesitates a moment. She looks at the keys in her hand and lets her breath out slowly. She hadnt realized she was holding her breath that whole time. <em>Well now what? I rented a furnished apartment… I’m on my own… and…</em> she sighs. <em>I wonder what Christina and Magic are doing.</em><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGORNn84I/AAAAAAAAAXw/0L_yYwvbp_I/s800/what%2014.jpg" /></center><br /><em>Hmm… it’s a cute place. The neighbors seem neat and tidy. It’s kind of small but then I don’t have anyone living with me and… Oh. My. Yummy.</em><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGOza4ITI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WLcxty3Dy4I/s800/what%2015.jpg" /></center><br />Magic watches her neighbor on his roof. She swallows hard and licks her lips. Her heart accellerates as she watches him. Tall man, lightly hairy chest, dark hair, mustache and a confident grin. She pouts as he’s joined by a blond bombshell. Rivited to the spot she feels that familiar excitement sparked again when he takes the blond fully dominating her. “Wow…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGPQZXDwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/M7kvS-Xu4xM/s800/what%2016.jpg" /></center><br />“1, 2, 3, 4, Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers, knocking at my door.” <em>Where is he? He’s going to be so upsest with me. He won’t know where I am. Darn that Magic!</em><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGQjwUfRI/AAAAAAAAAX8/wKAstRZR5K4/s800/what%2017.jpg" /></center><br /><em>Maybe I’ll get a cell phone. At least then I will know how to let him know where I am. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell him about this idea. Maybe then he’ll be proud of me for thinking about that instead of focusing on why I didn’t wait for him.</em> Christina sighs and misteps. Her jumprope hangs lifelessly from her hands.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGQ8ye7OI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7IpmL2Bd_N0/s800/what%2018.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb stands before her new home. She looks around without moving much still trying to get her balance. She takes a hesitant breath and lets it out slowly. “Now what?”<br />“Now you live out the rest of your days… here.” He walks up behind her slipping his arm around her waist. “With me.”<br />She gasps practically jumping out of her skin. “You startled me.” She leans against his hard chest. “Hmmm, it can’t be that simple… can it?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGR-TXn6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/M7n73WOLJP8/s800/what%2019.jpg" /></center><br />Releasing her he turns her to face him. His smile is sincere as the gazes in to her eyes. “We’re talking about Roo. Is anything ever that simple?”<br />“You… you know?” Ruyb blinks repeatedly in shock. “How?”<br />He shrugs and chuckles. “I gave my consent to the change in order to be more attracted to you. Not sure why the bolts were that important but there it is. Still, we won’t remember much longer. The moment we step in the house and Phase 3 is official on its way our memory of Roo is gone.”<br />Ruyb’s eyes light up. “Race you to the house!”<br />He laughs heartily. “Don’t you want to know what Phase 3 is first?”<br />“It involves living my life with you. That’s all I need to know.”<br />He caresss her cheek lightly, “You’re such a romantic.” She blushes deeply. “Phase 3… it’s a bit of fun for Roo, a bit of drama for us, and an askewed version of propserity style play with a hint of soap opera.” He slides his hand to the back of her neck, intertwining his fingers in her hair pulling her head back while pulling her closer. He lowers his lips to hers. His breath is hot on her skin. “Starting sims are the survivors and the host. Each has a home and a life to lead. We tell our own story…” He kisses her softly. “There is only one rule.”<br />She licks her lips watching his as he speaks. “Oh? What is this one rule?”<br />“Adoption. Each household must adopt a girl. Once the last toddlermania girl is adopted and grows up, Phase 3 is done.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUNGRb7iUFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RWlqUcj8Y9c/s800/what%2020.jpg" /></center><br />Cyd dips her, taking her by surprise. She lets out a squeal and laughs. “Ready, lover?”<br />“Yes, yes, yes!” Ruyb laughs happily. “Phase 3, please for the love of all that’s evil and unholy take me you stud!”<br />Cyd laughs, sweeps her off her feet and carries her in to the house. “Crap. We have no bed.”<br />A loud thunk is heard as her feet hit the floor. “Improvise…”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-this-started.html">Getting ‘this’ started </a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-28109003703075361822011-01-27T13:12:00.011-06:002011-01-29T00:35:00.503-06:00What’s ‘this’?<center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOztjjIjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4nzGwMU42EE/s800/smolder%2046.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />Sim music plays. Background noise from the crew breaking down their gear is distracting but not intollerable. The off screen director’s voice grows louder as the lot comes in to focus. “Let’s wrap it up guys. Their memory of this time will become a hint of a dream or heck, more likely a nightmare.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUMO4jHXoNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/VlhCGIyQCG0/s800/what%2001.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb looks around distractedly. “So this is it. It’s over. What happens to us? I mean… I’m just a host and if there is no more show, then…” She bites her finger lost in thought. “There is this Phase 3 you keep threatening the girls with but from the way you’re pulling the plug on the cameras, it looks as if you don’t need me. You won’t delete me… will you?”<br />The off screen voice attempts to reassure her. “Would I do that?” Ruyb’s eyes widen with a touch of panic. “Oh, bad choice of words, huh?”<br />“Uh, ya…”<br />“Well, to ease your mind just a smidge, the answer is no. You aren’t going to be deleted.” The off screen voice hesitates.<br />“What?” Ruyb crosses her arms in front of her defensively. “Oh for cripes sake, just say it.”<br />“You need to pack it up. You’re moving out of the host house.” <br />“Oh… well, as long as I’m not leaving alone…”<br />“He’s leaving, too.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUMO5aLOcTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/C3NW3BOn-fw/s800/what%2002.jpg" /></center><br /> “What are you doing?” Magic shivers while watching from the front steps. She crosses her arms in an attempt to ward off the cold.<br />“Need simoleans…” Christina stares forlornly in to the empty tin in her hand. “Need… simoleans…” Her voice cracks. She whimpers in desperation.<br />“No you don’t. The asylum takes care of all your finances. Toots pays all the bills.” Magic shivers again. “Come inside before you get sick… and die.”<br />“Need… simoleans…” Christina’s voice breaks off. She shakes the tin back and forth in front of her, holding her sign and begs the empty road for spare simoleans.<br />“Death, Christina. That’s what happens here. You get sick. You die.” Magic sighs heavily. “It’s almost time to make a break for it. We go tomorrow morning while Toots is at work. The cameras will be gone. It’s our chance. Don’t mess this up for me.” Magic turns on her heel and heads back in to the warmth of the house.<br />“Simoleans?” Christina whimpers once more.<br /><br />“Christina?” <br />The voice breaks through her mental stupor. She winces mentally. She closes her eyes and takes a deep cleansing breath of the frigid clear air. “Mitch.” A soft smile breaks through her worries. Simply saying his name makes her feel stronger. She can do this. She can survive this place. <br />“What are you doing?” Mitch walks up behind her, takes the tin can and sign and tosses them in the trash. “You don’t need those.” His eyes widen a touch as his hand comes in brief contact with hers. “You’re freezing.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUMO5pRTzFI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dXpZKL6DnZs/s800/what%2004.jpg" /></center><br />Mitch ushers her inside. “Come on. I can’t have my woman panhandling in the streets, catching her death and leaving me before I have a chance to marry her.”<br />Christina almost stumbles into the house. “M-marry?”<br />Mitch chuckles softly. “When the time is right and I get you away from here… yes, marry.” Christina swoons. Turning in the doorway she whimpers as he steps closer. He wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her nose gently. “If you’ll have me.”<br />Her arms snake around his neck. She squeals excitedly. Her voice is rushed as she whispers to him. “Tomorrow… Magic says we leave tomorrow.”<br />His eyes sparkle as he grins at her. “Excellent. I’ll pick you up and take you away from here.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUMO4y5Z5WI/AAAAAAAAAXI/w59VbLZkkWU/s800/what%2005.jpg" /></center><br /> “Ruyb, it’s time.”<br />“Hmmm, no… He’s at work. You’ll have to wait.”<br />“What are you reading?”<br />“Nonya.” Ruyb smirks, “None ya damn bussiness.” Ruyb laughs alone at her own joke.<br />“Okay, that’s it. I’m done with bossy sim me’s… especially my own. So we’re just going to do this the old fashioned way.” The voice drifts off. <br />Ruyb looks around suddenly feeling very alone. She slowly closes the book. “Butler dude?” She stands up, puts the book back on the shelf and grabs hold of a wall for support. “Roo!” Her stomach lurches. She gasps for breath. The whole house’s inards are sucked up in an invisible vacuum in the sky. She clings to a doorway, her legs above her head as her screams are sucked in to a void.<br />“Ruyb, let go!”<br />“Cyd? Cyd, where are you? Help me!”<br />Cyd reaches a hand out to her from within the vacuum. “Let go, Babe. We’re getting the family move out suction. It’s okay. It’s a bit unnerving your first time. We’ll be fine. Trust me.”<br />Ruyb whimpers in fear, yet she let’s go.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUMO5yut2CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Jk98rPaoefk/s800/what%2006.jpg" /></center><br />Heather’s grin is huge and her excitement is infectious. “I called the taxi. It’ll be here in an hour. Yay!”<br />Christina hesitates. “Um…”<br />“What?” Magic stares at Christina. <br />“Nothing!” Christina shakes her head a little too quickly. “I’m just… not ready.”<br />Magic closes her eyes briefly trying to calm her anger. “Then get ready. We leave soon.” <br />Christina still hesitates. “Well…”<br />“Well, I’m ready! Um, except I need to change.” Heather dashes for the room. “I’m so excited! We’re finally free.” <br />Magic is relentless. She doesn’t let Christina get away with half lame answers. Her arms are crossed before her to keep from grabbing and shaking the woman. “What did you do?”<br />Christina backs away. Magic takes a step forward. “Mitch is coming for me.”<br />Magic stops and blinks. She cocks her head to the side and grins. “Is that all?” Magic heads towards the bedroom. “You still have to get ready to go. You’re not leaving like that are you?”<br />Christina sighs in relief, looks at her pajamas and squeaks. “Oh!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUMO4cuFQYI/AAAAAAAAAXA/agC-dI06jac/s800/what%2007.jpg" /></center><br />The taxi driver honks the horn… numerous times.<br />“Our ride is here.” Heather picks up the king and sighs softly. “I’m gonna have to get me one of these games…” She looks towards the bedroom. “Are you ready to go?”<br />Grunting noises come from the bedroom direction. Heather’s eyebrows furror with concern. “Just a… ugh, sec.”<br />“Do you need help?” Heather drops the king and heads to the bedroom. “Mag! What did you do?”<br />Magic waves a dismissive hand. “Worry about that later. Help me. We have to get out of here.” Magic maneuvers her body under one arm, while Heather gives her a disapproving frown. “Really. Now, would be a good time to help.” <br />Heather sighs softly before positioning herself under Christina’s other arm holding it around her shoulders and hoisting the woman up enough to ‘walk’ her out to the waiting taxi.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TUMO6pWSMhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0eQ6mRBYyMo/s800/what%2008.jpg" /></center><br />Heather bites her lip. “Oh don’t mind her… she um, well… tied one on a bit early today. We need to take her to get help. It’s for her own good.”<br />“Get in, Heather.” Magic’s voice sounds urgent from within the taxi.<br />Heather looks up at the clear blue sky as if searching for something. “Right.” She quickly hops in the taxi giving Magic and Christina a concerned glance. <br />Magic closes the door. “Drive.”<br />“Ew, Christina is drooling on me.”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-this-too.html">Page 2</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-86091679243579268372011-01-12T13:07:00.014-06:002011-01-12T19:30:38.351-06:00‘This Asylum’ Again?<center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOztjjIjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4nzGwMU42EE/s800/smolder%2046.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />Simmy music plays as simmy music does in its simmy fashion to its own simmy beat.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5NMKAG2sI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JEzDOZRY4o8/s800/Again01.jpg" /></center><br />Magic burns the food, yet thankfully doesn’t start a fire. She waves her hand to clear the smoke away with a sad sigh. An impatient foot can be heard tapping as the host is once more missing. The camera pans its familiar trek across the street.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5NMAuUM8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/pthD6fshTfs/s800/Again02.jpg" /></center><br />“What’re you doing?”<br />Ruyb gasps. “You startled me.”<br />The off camera voice snickers, “Awesome! Still doesn’t answer my question though.”<br />Ruyb does her best to ignore the off screen voice and continues to practice her ‘speech’. “Blah, blah, blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah… blah.”<br />“No, really… what are you doing?”<br />“Practicing the eulogy I’m going to give at your funeral.” Ruyb continues not skipping a beat.<br />“You’re not saying any words. You’re simply repeating ‘blah, blah, blah…”<br />“I couldn’t think of anything nice to say.” Ruyb shrugs. “Eulogies are all about praising the dead at their funeral and-”<br />“Wait, back up… my funeral? Why mine? I’m not a sim.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5NMRjAmmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/1BuGFv0x6ss/s800/Again03.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb taps her chin in thought. “True but see, we figured you were dead. You’ve been gone forever.”<br />“Not that long… now let’s-”<br />“Five months, Roo. Five… we thought you forgot about us!”<br />The off screen voice mumbles, “I did.”<br />“What?!” Ruyb flails. “Unbelievable! If you had blamed it on WoW… on Cata… I could almost understand, but just to forget about us is just… just… wrong!”<br />“Meh…” The off screen voice starts to fade as it walks away. “Come on. Let’s get this going before I forget about you guys again.”<br />“You’re evil.”<br />“Thanks!”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5NMYHk-TI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F0T8rkL-aME/s800/Again04.jpg" /></center><br />“Hey you’re blurry!”<br />“Ya well, you let your kid update stuff and forgot to check settings. It’s bound to happen.” Ruyb waves a dismissive hand. “Don’t change the subject.”<br />“What is the subject?”<br />“This!”<br />“Oh right… I’m over it.”<br />“I hate you.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5NMezOK8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/F_NScxz9DjM/s640/Again05.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />“It’s been a bumpy road to put things mildly, yet Toots has made progress. Last time there was an update Toots was working her cute lil tushkiss off. Nearly to her Lifetime Wish she needs three more skills for her last promotion. Not too shabby. She unfortunately needs to max her body skill and fall has come to an end.” You can almost hear Ruyb nodding as she speaks. “There have been a few mishaps along the way. I’m sure you remember the fire dance so no need to point at Christina and remind everyone.”<br />“Heeeeeeey…” Christina’s voice is down trodden and pouty.<br />“Sorry, Hon. Just sayin’ is all.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RoI_ZUZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/piYfl55jJxU/s800/Again06.jpg" /></center><br />“Things still break with regularity. Magic thinks they’re doomed.”<br />“She does not! She’s just eating burned pancakes again.” Toots’ voice sounds a bit odd as it comes back to us via the innards of the dishwasher. “I’ll have this fixed in no time.”<br />“She burned them again? You’d think she’d be a better cook by now.”<br />“Ya well, she burns ‘em every time she tries to make ‘em. She should eat cereal but I can’t exactly stop them from cooking.” Her wrench falls silent as she sits back. “Done.” She puts her wrench back in its place within the mysterious invisible bag of holding that only a sim can find.<br />Ruyb sighs. “Did anything happen?”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RoaR8mYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/F9oNQ-ClFm0/s800/Again07.jpg" /></center><br />“Not really. Christina kept eating nasty food. Yet some how she managed to keep from getting sick each time.” Toots points out the numerous times Christina chowed down on green wafting, bug ridden cuisine.<br />“<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RoaGzu8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/uCvNjQ1yktI/s800/Again08.jpg">That’s nasty</a>!” Ruyb wrinkles her nose in distaste.<br />“Oh not that time… that green mist is coming from Christina. She had stink fumes… it was horrible.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RoVpwEpI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WXkIVmaWrnI/s800/Again09.jpg" /></center><br />“We also had a <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RutGXY9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/P3hy3-ALmpU/s800/Again11.jpg">few visits</a> from the <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5Ru6ljFzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/il2LlWr47-s/s800/Again12.jpg">departed roomies</a>. Unfortunately the camera man was so busy laughing that Vicky got away before the shot was taken… I think he got fired.”<br />“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Ruyb counts heads. “No one died?”<br />“You sound disappointed.”<br />“Meh… how about a fight?”<br />“Sort of…” Toots shrugs. “You see, this guy was walking by and per my usual habits, I stopped him so he could entertain the ladies and be friends…”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RoqpzBmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5LoHAFHXmtQ/s800/Again10.jpg" /></center><br />“While he was <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5Ru8S_XUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/aUCGyxMVsKE/s800/Again13.jpg">friendly enough with Christina</a>, he really didn’t like Magic. He poked her and was mean. She would walk away and cry. As soon as she was done, he’d start in on her again. It never escalated. It just repeated. Finally got bored with it <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RvJEyPtI/AAAAAAAAAV4/hCsqRU6o938/s800/Again14.jpg">and sent him home</a>.”<br />Ruyb snickers. “You kissed him good-bye.”<br />“Well… yes.” Toots grins and shrugs. “He was cute.”<br />The off camera voice groans, “He had a horrific nose!”<br />Toots flails. “I didn’t say I wanted to marry the sim! Geez!”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5RvQn3S-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/cz0NPGI5f-Y/s800/Again15.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb pipes in with her taunting sing song voice. “That’s cuz she likes Dreamer.”<br />Toots sighs happily. “Ya… he lives up to his name.”<br />“Finally we agree on someone.” Ruyb nods.<br />Toots’ eyes narrow, her hands on her hips. She peers hard at Ruyb. “You just stay away from <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5Ry04z2EI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4P-xY2PST3E/s800/Again16.jpg">my man!</a>”<br />Ruyb waves a dismissive hand. “I don’t need him. I have my own.”<br />The off camera voice cackles, “Phase 3…”<br />Toots and Ruyb stare in alarm. “What about it?”<br />“Hmm… so is that all? Are we done here?”<br />Toots shakes her head suddenly uneasy. “I uh… well.”<br />“Spit it out.” The off camera voice prompts Toots to continue her train of thought.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TS5Ry5hsjmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6UNA9nXkqi4/s800/Again17.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />Toots shrugs helplessly, her voice in a concerned high squeak. “I got promoted?”<br />“Excellent!” The off screen voice is relieved beyond belief and starts walking away, cameras in tow. “See ya for Phase 3.”<br />“What, wait! What is Phase 3?”Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-55046389154942115952010-08-18T15:02:00.004-05:002011-01-12T19:32:18.279-06:00Back to ‘This’ Asylum<center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHPfVCCII/AAAAAAAAARI/LbPIu34mwHc/s800/Back%2001.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />The ever present simmy music plays obliviously in the background. Drumming fingers are heard while the cursor hovers indecisively. Giggling and carrying on can be over heard as the familiar sounds get louder. “Oh for the love of…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHIRP5u3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/OexPZSGvLkQ/s800/Back%2002.jpg" /></center><br />“Ruyb…” The impatient off screen voice tries uncessfully to get the hosts attention.<br />There is a short pause in the festivities. “Did you hear something?”<br />“Nothing important I’m sure.” The pause ends and the woohoo continues. The off screen voice sighs and shoos the hesitant camera crew across the street.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHJUmf4TI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6rDBjbzv-zY/s800/Back%2003.jpg" /></center><br />“Seeing how the whole crew is now starving from lack of food during their ‘Ack, fire’ dancing and the deaths. I opted to have Toots call for Chinese take out rather than trying to get everything cleaned up and cooking something.” The off voice pauses to admire the scenery.<br />The take out delivery guy pauses as the camera stares at him. He glances at the camera and the drooling woman directing them with a questioning smirk. “Excuse me, I have a deliver to make.” He eases past the crew to ring the door bell. Immediately he is given a sizable tip in order for Toots to get acquainted with the manbeast.<br />“Oh thanks! Um… I will call you later and we can talk.” She glares at Roo who simply grins. “Apparently we’re meant to be friends.” She takes the tray of food and gives him an awkward smile before heading back in to the building. “Food’s here!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHJ-Vj3ZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xsix_VtijTc/s800/Back%2004.jpg" /></center><br />“Toots is pretty hungry after her long day of work, her near death and the constant interruptions to what she wants to do as opposed to what I need her to do. Trouble is, she is blocking the food and now no one gets to eat except for her.” The off screen voice can be heard sighing.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHMRqD3EI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dIfFyfJbtaE/s800/Back%2005.jpg" /></center><br />“The next couple of days or rather nights we get visitors. Not necessarily the ones I’d like to have visiting but <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHKYPHPXI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2LLBjJtzXnY/s800/Back%2006.jpg">when it comes to the dead</a>, I am not given a choice in the matter. They simply show up when it suits them. While at times they simply cry over the injustice of it all, other times they <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHNHwL6eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Fu1rWbB9Pgc/s800/Back%2007.jpg">take their frustrations out on the one who started it all</a>.” The off screen voice can be heard chuckling at <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHNgVxlqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AeJpkCQg81s/s800/Back%2008.jpg">Christina’s latest visitor</a>.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHI73-ZLI/AAAAAAAAAQI/lUQau9prXz4/s800/Back%2009.jpg" /></center><br />Frustrated, the cameras pan back across the street. “Ruyb, are you going to do your hosting job at all this update?”<br />Ruyb snuggles in to his arms, sighing blissfully. The off screen voice can be heard growling. Ruyb lifts her head to grin, “I only promised to do last update. I got what I wanted. You’re on your own now.”<br />“I gave him to you. I can take him away.”<br />Ruyb grins confidently. “You like him too much. Now don’t you have an update to do?” Once again, Ruyb gets comfortable in his arms enjoying how her body fits perfectly to his. The camera crew heads back to the other side of the street sans director with the sounds of tempers flaring in the background.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHKCifnpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vapRsx-Fv0s/s800/Back%2010.jpg" /></center><br />“So I told her that I put her guildie on ignore because no one gets snarky with me about my toon. I mean if I want to play destro then that’s what I’m going to play and it’s not as if I asked for her opinion either. I mean she just IM’s me to nag me. I don’t play to get nagged at. I play to have fun and that wasn’t fun. So later she’s all, oh I know who that is and ya a lot of people don’t like her because she does that. And um… oh ya? Hmmm… okay so I’ll talk to you later then.” Toots stares at the camera crew as she hangs up. “What?”<br />The cameraman simply shrugs silently and Toots sighs. “So I just talked to the fireman guy and the take out food guy. We’re friends enough that I can invite them over to get a better look at them. I dunno… neither one of them impressed me much.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHLK-_itI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8BuXQD_BVv8/s800/Back%2011.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb’s voice suddenly comes across. “Toots was indeed meh over the Chinese take out guy which I think is hilarious. Roo was so annoyed and growling at Toots. Not that she listened or anything. Thing is when she invited the fireman over <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHLdbUkAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/wNoK-3ZE83c/s800/Back%2012.jpg">she was even less impressed with</a> which had me cracking up. Two guys Roo wants for her to hook up with and Toots isn’t even remotely interested!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHL3pXuQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/APJ0fo2ZEtY/s800/Back%2013.jpg" /></center><br />“On the other hand Mitch was throwing some pink hearts at Christina so Toots took the opportunity to sit down and have a chat with them both. This way she started the ground work for their friendship. Who knows if more will come of it? I mean we have ACR still so anything can happen!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHMOM1VDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sD_8kpEHpm4/s800/Back%2014.jpg" /></center><br />“One day Toots actually brought someone home from work. Her first time and she brings home Aman Sim.” Ruyb smirks. “Roo cant stand him. Naturally she was growling at Toots again. Its not as if the woman can pick who she brings home. Anyhow she introduced him around to the other women and then had an at home outing.” There is a short pause as a thought occurs to Ruyb. “Yanno, while he was there he talked with Christina for a long while and <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHOiPDL2I/AAAAAAAAARE/jOvXGGe6HNU/s800/Back%2015.jpg">even gave her something</a>. It didn’t go in Toots’ backpack so Im not sure if it’s a stereo, television or a computer but still… if she dies does it go to someone else?”<br />“Ruyb! No one else is going to die.”<br />“Uh huh… that’s what you thought when you started phase 2. No one is gonna die.” Ruyb laughs at the off screen voice. “Famous last words.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHMy0VfXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yrn0qt2ekHo/s800/Back%2016.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb scoffs. “Family sims. Any how she had plenty to celebrate. <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHOYH0iNI/AAAAAAAAARA/kD2jdH7eaq8/s800/Back%2017.jpg">She is now promoted to Lieutenant</a>. I think that’s level 7 in her career so she’s almost done.” Ruyb gets a look at Amin’s profile. “Now that is some nose.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHHc3LYcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/b3oIQ4PXx-o/s800/Back%2018.jpg" /></center><br />“So life goes on for the four ladies. Sorry this is such a short update but there weren’t any more… well, okay there <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TGxHKlgpk9I/AAAAAAAAAQc/6jEJ9C2uHv8/s800/Back%2019.jpg">was one more fire but it was small </a>and it was started by Toots. That got put out rather quickly. See you next time. And remember… ‘This’.”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-asylum-again.html>‘This Asylum’ Again?</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-18503127580081932072010-08-05T15:19:00.021-05:002011-01-12T16:29:29.597-06:00‘This’ smoldering Asylum<center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOyI2S5mI/AAAAAAAAAPU/_JpWkVzhr6c/s800/smolder%2001.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />Sim music plays as the camera comes in to focus. No yelling is heard, no one appears to be missing any CC at the moment and the inmates, erm minionettes are a bit subdued due to their recent loss of their friend.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOk9wuBRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pdP5oTywbD4/s800/smolder%2002.jpg" /></center><br />“There you are. We have an update to do.”<br />Ruyb continues to bathe and ignore the off camera voice. “Ruyb…”<br />“Hmm…”<br />“I said there is an update to do… get your ass out of the bath and lets do this.”<br />“I need you to do something for me.”<br />“Oh for the love of-” The off camera voice stops midsentence, silence is heard, not even a cricket is chirping. “Really?”<br />“Yes, really.” Ruyb puts the soap aside and stares, challenging the off camera voice. “You do that for me and I’ll cooperate.”<br />“Interesting… consider it done. Now get out of the tub and let’s get this started.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOlLwG5yI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dHK3O8T4qIQ/s800/smolder%2003.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb smiles for the camera as she comes in to view. “Welcome back to ‘This Asylum’ where no one fights, everyone knows how to cook and other than a <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOo5hyVZI/AAAAAAAAANg/cRIM8woQFUA/s800/smolder%2004.jpg">few aspiration concerns</a> they appear to all be rather content.” She sighs for a moment, her smile slips and she shrugs at the off camera voice. “I can only be chipper and bubbly for short periods of time without some drama to keep me interested. So what’s next?”<br />“I’m not sure but I would guess the title should be some indication of what’s next.”<br />“Sweet!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOkE75YGI/AAAAAAAAAMs/H3HgORjXhbo/s800/smolder%2005.jpg" /></center><br />“Toots is plugging along at her required three skills for her LTW of Capt. Simarica.”<br />“It’s not Cap-tain Sim-ar-i-ca.” Toots manages to speak each syllable in rhythm with her hops. “It’s Cap-tain He-ro!”<br />Ruyb smirks, “Easy for you to say.”<br />“Not real-ly. I just don’t want to have to start all o-ver a-gain.”<br />Ruyb stares at the off camera voice. “I’m supposed to work with this?”<br />“Mhmm… we made a deal.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOltcO4_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/5nqRch9RaHQ/s800/smolder%2006.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb takes a deep breath and tries again. “Seeing how Toots is rather busy at the moment, I am simply going to give you the 411 here. Heather was hungry… Heather was stinky… Heather went to make something to eat only to leave it cooking on the stove while she went to take her shower. Naturally, as with any food left on the stove too long, it <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOnlJl01I/AAAAAAAAANQ/iY4zb87TEFw/s800/smolder%2007.jpg">began to overcook</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOoLWP-FI/AAAAAAAAANU/CpsIlUBa42k/s800/smolder%2008.jpg" /></center><br />“Unfortunately Heather didn’t go back to cooking and soon the <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOoX1DRaI/AAAAAAAAANc/FHTU1ESvXjo/s800/smolder%2009.jpg">spaghetti was in flames</a>. Thankfully our hero <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOoLrcObI/AAAAAAAAANY/aQXQYyqJj08/s800/smolder%2010.jpg">in training is home </a>and manages to call for help. Fire department arrives to save the day, puts the fire out and all is right in Pleasantview.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOnaA8G-I/AAAAAAAAANM/4jnFnHCdxAs/s800/smolder%2011.jpg" /></center><br />“The girls still get along great. <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOnD19q2I/AAAAAAAAANI/W888iapF4jw/s800/smolder%2012.jpg">Even Tracy</a> has gotten over her hate of dirty jokes. Either that or they stopped telling her the dirty jokes. Either way they eat together, play together and are happily boring Roo to near drama intervention.”<br />“Hey! No ad-libbing.”<br />“I’m surprised you don’t have a picture of Vicky making a snowman.”<br />“I don’t?” Shuffling papers can be heard off screen followed by a photographer getting fired. “Hmm, that’s a shame.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOmraZB7I/AAAAAAAAANA/Qa8m8ZI3hkw/s800/smolder%2013.jpg" /></center><br />“Just about the time when Roo was ready to throw in the proverbial towel and give in to drama temptation, <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOm-0rxBI/AAAAAAAAANE/8T3KykxL31M/s800/smolder%2014.jpg">it happened</a>.” Ruyb bites her lip and tilts her head. “No, I’m not talking about that; no one cares what I’ve been up to.”<br />The off camera voice sighs, another chuckles, once more a photographer is fired.<br />Ruyb brings the focus back to the update. “I’m referring to the drama that one sim managed to create for the household, the drama so intense the household will never be the same again. In one simple move she managed to rock the whole asylum to an extent even Roo was left in awe.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOpGflzDI/AAAAAAAAANk/9x-uHo6Fx9k/s800/smolder%2015.jpg" /></center><br />“You see… Christina passed out. Christina passed out on her way to bed. Only it isn’t that simple. Things never are. <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOpVY936I/AAAAAAAAANo/iNH3_JWTM1I/s800/smolder%2016.jpg">Christina passed out on her way to bed having left a pastry in the oven</a>. That of course isn’t the end of things. That too is simple. Alas, Christina passed out on her way to bed having left a pastry in the oven to burn shortly after 9 am.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOl-jNqpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/nt70fG7FKII/s800/smolder%2017.jpg" /></center><br />“Now I’m sure you’re asking what the significance is about the time. Yes any time is a bad time for a kitchen fire but gentle readers, Toots leaves for work…” Ruyb pauses for affect, “<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOyikEgTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BMB2wdf_zQA/s800/smolder%2018.jpg">at 9 am</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOpo9AGLI/AAAAAAAAANs/pySce6aFgnA/s800/smolder%2019.jpg" /></center><br />“The first to start the ‘ack, fire’ dance is Tracy and Magic. Not to be out done, they are soon <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOpg3eftI/AAAAAAAAANw/BOSlQnbxuWk/s800/smolder%2020.jpg">joined by Vicky and Heather</a>. The four dance their ‘ack, fire’ dance to the beat only heard to a sim faced with an out of control fire and this, gentle readers, is an out of control fire.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOqMykuoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IC8f2K-_ALg/s800/smolder%2021.jpg" /></center><br />“The hungry flames quickly consumed the stove and licked the air in its hunt for more. Tile apparently burns in an asylum and it crept its way towards Tracy. As Roo yelled at the screen in vain for the silly sims to move out of the way, the dance continues.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOqmLt0DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/P4Gz4AyIAQc/s800/smolder%2022.jpg" /></center><br />“As the flames spread, it claims its first victim. Tracy’s dance changes from the ‘ack, fire’ dance to the ‘my ass is on fire’ dance. The hungry flames are not sated by one sim and <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOrEhC5QI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EOjmA5ipxaQ/s800/smolder%2023.jpg">claims a second</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOrbaf_uI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5dBCdCbCdZU/s800/smolder%2024.jpg" /></center><br />“Undeterred Magic and Heather continue their dance in hopes of appeasing the fire. <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOrkietsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/-AhL8QNS1XU/s800/smolder%2025.jpg">Grimmy has come to claim his prizes</a> and still the girls ‘ack, fire’ dance.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOr44_moI/AAAAAAAAAOI/l-YX99ccYmc/s800/smolder%2026.jpg" /></center><br />“The fire lives, it changes it shifts, it grows it dies and still the sims dance to its tune. Magic and Heather are joined by Deb, the trio continue to flounder and dance. Roo continues to beat her head against the monitor. Her new mantra of ‘no, no, no’ falls on deaf ears. The sims dance on ignoring her pleas. They dance to the fire, they dance the ‘ack, fire’ dance.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOsJjgBmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PuNoLqOmJJw/s800/smolder%2027.jpg" /></center><br />“Just as you think the flame is finished, that the dance will end, its <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOs_P1JMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/q1nUm5rt-lc/s800/smolder%2028.jpg">hunger brings it back</a>. That’s right, gentle readers, the dance is not over. For now the one who <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOtavjN8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/OeLjuzhIjAU/s800/smolder%2029.jpg">started it all has at last woken</a>. It is time for <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOtTnbWeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/71h6d1t1eOk/s800/smolder%2030.jpg">Christina </a>to join the ‘ack, fire’ dance.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOtyQPKjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/b1tk28QiXKY/s800/smolder%2031.jpg" /></center><br />“The fire shifts, it consumes more, it changes pace and the <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOuJYWzbI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Lm-IAsqKKR4/s800/smolder%2032.jpg">girls move accordingly</a>. Four girls remain to dance, four move to the song of the fire. The fire builds growing ever higher until the chime of the clock strikes three.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOufd2i-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/Hr1hXPMubns/s800/smolder%2033.jpg" /></center><br />“Huzzah she says, run Toots run! Call the fire department and save who you can. Toots dutifully runs in but is called by the siren song of the fire. Ignoring the head banging noises of Roo she runs in to the flames. Yes, gentle readers, <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOumkdA7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/yo4yI-YtZjw/s800/smolder%2034.jpg">Toots ran in to the flame</a>. Yet our <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOvGW3SNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eqSjku6xaYo/s800/smolder%2035.jpg">hero in training did not just burn, she danced</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOzHDdbVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/k2HLnZkByiw/s800/smolder%2036.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />“Every attempt to sway the hero towards the phones was thwarted by the flames call. To punish her further <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOvAma-NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/JK5AaGAmL_c/s800/smolder%2037.jpg">the flame claimed another</a>. Our hero in training did her best to take her back but the <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOvePIkVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PLorNIm0vYI/s800/smolder%2038.jpg">flame won again</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOv-cjkXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/AtR1SbOgZCg/s800/smolder%2039.jpg" /></center><br />“Through gritted teeth, screaming and fussing, Roo managed to coerce our hero away from the fire long enough to make the call for rescue. The flame was enraged. How dare she call the fire department? To show it has no fear, the flame grabbed for another! <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOvg7G7PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/uDWqJtHXEjQ/s800/smolder%2040.jpg">Christina yelped </a>and danced her heart out.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOwD_jLSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8PALMZpndjY/s800/smolder%2041.jpg" /></center><br />“Fire department to the rescue! Mitch came in time to save our Christina. The flame was so angry it <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOwXUQPrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TX7LQSK9soI/s800/smolder%2042.jpg">grabbed Magic</a>. Only it was no match for the <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOwnQDfQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KQK2PhtXy7Q/s800/smolder%2043.jpg">men in uniform</a>. The firemen <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOw-ZN9NI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8ebB_-1nD3s/s800/smolder%2044.jpg">handled the fire with ease</a>. After hours of dancing the ‘ack, fire’ dance the ladies are <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOxTermQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/lkhoa76LxGI/s800/smolder%2045.jpg">exhausted, smelly and hungry</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFtOztjjIjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4nzGwMU42EE/s800/smolder%2046.jpg" width="600" /></center><br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-this-asylum.html">Back to ‘This’ Asylum</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-27626850099035489502010-07-01T10:34:00.027-05:002010-08-05T19:34:17.141-05:00‘This Asylum’ is underway<center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/2e332d58.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />Sim music can be heard playing in its little simmy way. Nothing changes for a long while until a disgruntled voice breaks through. “Hey! My shirt is still missing!”<br />“Forget your shirt, what happened to my hair?”<br />“At least you don’t look like a freak!”<br />“Well there is that…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCqfCG8YI/AAAAAAAAAL8/HKHnw5lxLpM/s800/ThisA%2001.jpg" /></center><br />“No, really I can’t.” She holds up a hand shaking her head stopping any rebuttal from him. “Think of it this way. If I were to cry out in the heat of passion, ‘Oh, oh yes, Mort, yes!’ It doesn’t have the same melodious ring if I were to cry out, ‘Oh… oh yes, yes, Mortimer, yesssss!’ See the difference? I think calling you Mortimer is much better.”<br />Ruyb flashes a suggestive smile at Mortimer as he suddenly shifts in the water. A voice clears her throat off screen, “Time to send your distraction home now. I think you’ve made him uncomfortable enough for one evening.”<br />Mortimer glances at the cameras as if he had forgotten their existence for a brief moment. His eyes widening ever so slightly as reality takes hold of him. Quickly he clears his throat regaining his composure. “Yes, quite right. I must be on my way. Hmmm… mind shutting the cameras off for a bit?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCjIL0XPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3-w7HppmGYc/s800/ThisA%2002.jpg" /></center><br />The off camera voice directs the cameras across the street to allow Mortimer some small amount of privacy. “Heya, Toots.”<br />Toots looks up from her paper where she is perusing the want ads for employment in her field of choice. “Hey! Where have you been?”<br />“Peeling my simme off of your Mortimer, so what’s been going on?”<br />“Not much really and…” The realization of what was just said hits home as Toots gasps. “That hussy!”<br />The off camera voice chuckles, “Yes she is a romance sim, now focus on this side of the street please. What have you been up to?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCjuVyW5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/Voqb2KL-qm4/s800/ThisA%2003.jpg" /></center><br />“Christina made it to the asylum.”<br />“It’s not like she had far to go.” Ruyb pipes in.<br />“Heeeey!” Christina protests.<br />“The asylum is across the street from the host house, ya goof.” Ruyb laughs.<br />Christina pauses momentarily, “Oh, right.”<br />“Nice of you to join us.”<br />Ruyb waves a dismissive hand, “Nothing to do over there now that Mortimer left. What did I miss?”<br />“Nothing yet. Toots was ab-”<br />“Hey, Roo?”<br />“Hmmm?”<br />“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Ruyb points at the puddle of possibilities.<br />“Naturally. You are my sim me after all.”<br />Christina blissfully splashes in the puddles oblivious of the conversation she is no longer privy to while <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCkqm9p8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ZbtDfbWYUSg/s800/ThisA%2004.jpg">HK has finished her bouncing </a>in a few choice puddles in the backyard.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCjy9J_iI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fxXQksHyD1M/s800/ThisA%2005.jpg" /></center><br />“Something did get struck by lightening. It just wasn’t Christina or HK. Christina took a huge hit in the aspiration department. Once she was done doing the ‘ack, fire’ dance, she dropped like a lead balloon into a mind numbing <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCkIvIkjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Wn568INPRME/s800/ThisA%2006.jpg">aspiration spiral of failure</a>.”<br />Ruyb giggles at Toots, “The ‘ack, fire’ dance?”<br />Toots shrugs, “What else would you call it?”<br />Ruyb taps her chin in thought, “Huh… good point.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCpMzl9II/AAAAAAAAALo/Quq2mBAMw_Q/s800/ThisA%2007.jpg" /></center><br />“Days go by and the bills start to pile up unpaid. I wasn’t finding my job in law enforcement anywhere! So I had to resort to the highest paying job that started like now. I would get a promotion and every time I came home, I would look for another job. It took eight days before the <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCqDmxzXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7fxTDibFffs/s800/ThisA%2009.jpg">right job finally came around</a>!”<br />“On the bright side, you got quite a number of promotions and you aren’t hurting for money any more.”<br />“Let’s not forget, I look <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCo-nck4I/AAAAAAAAALk/D8q-k5_y8OM/s800/ThisA%2008.jpg">damn cute in uniform</a>!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCpiBP7HI/AAAAAAAAALw/cZ0cemAfaKE/s800/ThisA%2010.jpg" /></center><br />Ruyb plops down on the ground, plucking mindlessly at the grass. “Did anything fun happen? I mean like… I dunno. Did any of the girls fight?”<br />“Other than me getting on Christina for breaking the shower… the girls get along great.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCmVu65II/AAAAAAAAALM/vN7hnyNjfnQ/s800/ThisA%2011.jpg" /></center><br />“Boring…” Ruyb sighs. “Okay what about someone passing out or a piddle?”<br />“It was the weirdest thing, HK was going in the stall to yanno… only she came back out and wouldntcha know it? She <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCm4BelRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X2tETlkuhY8/s800/ThisA%2012.jpg">piddled in front of the stall</a>. I mean, you’re like ‘right’ there. Why come back out?”<br />Ruyb laughs. “Okay so that’s at least funny.”<br />“That’s not even the worse part… you’d think she would like, I dunno, shower! But nope, <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCn3mRCrI/AAAAAAAAALU/V-c7HPiU3Mg/s800/ThisA%2013.jpg">she went to bed</a>, piddle stank and all.”<br />The women shudder, “Eeeeeew.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCohNTfDI/AAAAAAAAALg/K9uPV-rVzsw/s800/ThisA%2014.jpg" /></center><br />“The women are all handling things in their own way and in some cases <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCliUyo8I/AAAAAAAAALE/-anAZlIS4Sg/s800/ThisA%2015.jpg">not handling things very well at all</a>. I’ve tried <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCpSZhlEI/AAAAAAAAALs/Hs2hA8Wd1wA/s800/ThisA%2016.jpg">stopping people that pass by</a> to meet them and keep them occupied but that only helps for a little while.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCl7VdY0I/AAAAAAAAALI/Msg3FE9dWIc/s800/ThisA%2017.jpg" /></center><br />“How about fires?”<br />“Nope, <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCoXtHQDI/AAAAAAAAALc/QHNzZFqDNnc/s800/ThisA%2018.jpg">no fires</a>. You would think this was TS3 and they were all natural cooks or whatever that one trait was.”<br />“Hmmm…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCoOdguhI/AAAAAAAAALY/tE6Rwnx-Unk/s800/ThisA%2019.jpg" /></center><br />“They do tend to eat green foods. Gross green with flies n stuff, only one of them has <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCs04ENSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KrDW6HHrPas/s400/ThisA%2020.jpg">gotten food poisoning</a> so far.”<br />Ruyb perks. “Oh?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnClIKWt3I/AAAAAAAAALA/OoPVtbYIsAA/s800/ThisA%2021.jpg" /></center><br />“Vicky got over it. Not sure how she managed that seeing how she <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCpzF2GOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/AYX_TY2vSNc/s800/ThisA%2022.jpg">didn’t sleep much </a>or rest up like she should have.”<br />Ruyb sighs again, “Oh.”<br />Toots laughs, “You sound disappointed.”<br />She shrugs noncommittally. “Whatever.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCsbCeblI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1rHqexOjp6Q/s800/ThisA%2023.jpg" width="600" /></center><br />“Then you’ll be disappointed to hear that the garbage disposal broke but <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCrLnIdoI/AAAAAAAAAME/bNpooguRA54/s800/ThisA%2024.jpg">failed to kill me</a>.”<br />The voice off screen breaks into the conversation. “I’m not. If you die, the challenge fails. I need you to survive.”<br />Toots smirks, “Your concern for my well being is almost touching.”<br />“It’s not like…” Her voice trails off. “Where did…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCqlo1SKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qOO2ITVjtzQ/s800/ThisA%2025.jpg" /></center><br />“Ruyb!”<br />“Shh… don’t frighten him off. He’s so sexy and I really like this one.”<br />“I can see by your two bolts, but that’s not the point, we’re in the middle of an update here!”<br />“The end of one you mean, nothing happened really. Toots got her dream job, she is <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCtsMm9CI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qM4GIoaSDcg/s800/ThisA%2026.jpg">a Desk Sergeant</a> and no one died.”<br />Toots clears her throat to get their attention. “<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCrkrFqyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UmPXqfb4xXU/s800/ThisA%2028.jpg">Actually</a>…”<br /><br /><center><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCsPgfAYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q-vCeHR0org/s800/ThisA%2027.jpg"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Iwjg1YlZt9E/TFnCsPgfAYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q-vCeHR0org/s800/ThisA%2027.jpg" width="600" /></a></center><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(click for larger view)</span> <br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-smoldering-asylum.html">This smoldering asylum</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-57705171763529164822010-06-25T10:28:00.006-05:002010-08-04T15:47:51.891-05:00Switching Gears<center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/6416b75e.jpg" /></center><br />Christina squeals with delight bouncing on the diving board. “I love the host house!”<br />Toots sighs exaggeratedly, “Why are you in my house? You’re making too much noise. Go back to your own house!”<br />Christina causes a lovely large splash in the pool. Much to her chagrin <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/081d4623.jpg">she belly flops </a>in to the pool in a most awkward way.<br />The voice off screen can be heard chuckling. “Graceful…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/3f47e730.jpg" /></center><br />“Okay chickadee, its time.”<br />Toots slowly opens her eyes, reluctantly acknowledging the persistent voice. “I’m not getting out of the water, its soothing. Besides the toddler challenge is over.” The off screen voice decides to pause for affect. Toots watches her unmoving, the longer the pause the more curious she becomes. “What are you up to?”<br />“Phase 2.”<br />“What is phase 2?”<br />The off screen voice chuckles once more. “There is a computer over there. You need to find your own place so you can move out of here and in to the lot I’m preparing just for you.”<br />She sits up in the water and stares suspiciously at the off screen voice. “I don’t trust you…”<br />“You don’t have to. Now scoot.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/6537ff58.jpg" /></center><br />Toots makes her way to the computer. “My own house? Why don’t I believe you?”<br />The off screen voice sighs, “Can’t you just move and not question me? Just go. I have things to do.”<br />“What kind of things?”<br />Giggling and splashing is heard off screen as Christina continues to swim around. The off screen voice is mildly distracted as shuffling papers is heard. “Hmmm? Oh just things, building the structure, bringing in the next round of volunteers, those sorts of ‘things’…”<br />“Oh, well at least I won’t be suffering alone. Okay then, let’s do this.” Toots carries out the proper movements of a sim moving out on their own by tapping for a while on the computer, sitting at said computer waiting for the taxi to show. Getting up and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f706b10e.jpg">walking out to that taxi</a>, ignoring everything around her and-<br />“Oooo, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/added9a1.jpg">its Mortimer</a>!”<br />“Woman!”<br />“I’m going, I’m going! Geez…”<br /><br />Simming music can be heard as the view goes to the save screen, the neighborhood screen and continues through to the loading screen.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/54259250.jpg" /></center><br />Toots whips out a pair of binoculars from her magically invisible bag of holding. “I don’t see a house, Roo. I think there are some birds over there but definitely no house!”<br />“We have a bigger issue to deal with first. Your Lifetime Want is not doable in a short period of time and I need something faster.” The college adjuster magically appears and rerolls the Lifetime Want. “Now that is doable.”<br />“Oh I look good in uniform!”<br />The off screen voice sighs, does ‘things’ <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/4582cb83.jpg">and un-pauses</a>. “Okay now sit tight, I have a few more things to do.”<br />“Gah, it’s raining!”<br />“Sit. Tight.”<br /><br />Simming music plays once more…<br /><br />“Seeing how a challenge can be boring with only one sim, at least one that is not a legacy… I have found new volunteers for phase 2. Shall we?” The off screen voice doesn’t wait for a response and continues on.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/1964f049.jpg" /></center><br />“I see you finally found me.” HK chuckles and checks out her new clothes.<br />“Our first volunteer is HK. She is a romance Aquarius with 2-3-4-7-9 as for likes dislikes… who knows… I didn’t write it down.”<br />“I told you my likes and dislikes in LL.”<br />“You’re right, you did and I did pay attention… kinda. I did use what you wrote so if anyone really cares they can look it up.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ff4225d9.jpg" /></center><br />“Next is Tracy who thought she was safe…” The off screen voice chuckles. “As if…”<br />“Ya but I’m still cute… even if I’m not a gnome.”<br />“Tracy is a family Aquarius with 2-0-6-10-8.”<br />“Oh that’s better than last time, you made me mean.”<br />“Shhh… I can still change you.”<br />Tracy stares at the off screen voice and shudders. “No, that’s okay I’m fine…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/de910ec0.jpg" /></center><br />“Here we have Sariana… or rather this time I named her Vicky Starsha… I think.”<br />Vicky stretches and grins at the camera. “Whatever works. Hi everyone!”<br />“Okay Sunshine, that hair is just not working for me.”<br />“That’s fine, just leave my shirt alone.”<br />The voice chuckles, “I wouldn’t dream of changing it. There… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/83b8b93c.jpg">you look better</a>. Vicky is a popularity Libra with 1-6-4-7-7.”<br />“Oh wow, I’m a slob!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/808ee59b.jpg" /></center><br />“Deb is a fortune Libra with 2-8-2-6-7”<br />“I am?”<br />“Yes, you are.”<br />“I’m not getting a makeover?”<br />“Do you need one? I changed your other clothes just not your every day.”<br />“Cool, nah this works.”<br />“Okay I figured with all that mess with your Bachelors, you could use a break.”<br />Deb glances at the off camera voice and chuckles. “Ya, right…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f072bc38.jpg" /></center><br />“I grabbed Heather from her hectic life and threw her in game. I figured she too could use a break from reality.”<br />“Cute shirt.”<br />“Mhmm, for some silly reason it just fit you… or at least it does in my mind. Anyhow, Heather here is pleasure Cancer with 7-4-4-2-8.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/6d8c25b5.jpg" /></center><br />Magic clears her throat. “You do realize I’m no longer in LL… right? I mean I haven’t been there in quite some time… the whole time we’ve known each other in fact. You know-”<br />“Gah! Yes, I know… I know! Its just I needed another body and yours was available. It was either drag you in or some random no one and I wasn’t having any of that. Now shush.”<br />“Did you just try to shush me?” Magic laughs. “Like that ever works?”<br />The off screen voice ignores the question as if it wasn’t asked. “Magic is a popularity Capricorn with 9-3-2-5-5.”<br />“I’m a Pisces.”<br />“I know… but for this you’re Capricorn. I needed at least one clean freak so I tweaked you.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/798463ec.jpg" /></center><br />“Hmmm… no that’s not right.” She tries <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/9cf0816e.jpg">another outfit on her</a>. “That’s better… but still not what I was hoping for. Where the heck did I put that shirt?”<br />“Hey!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ad7b2948.jpg" /></center><br />The camera zooms back to the host house. The off screen voice sighs. “What?”<br />Christina has taken the time to exit the pool and spin back in to her everyday wear. She is none too happy with her current situation. “You’re just going to abandon me here after everything you put me through?”<br />“Maybe… maybe not… I haven’t decided yet.”<br />“That is not nice!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/9ff5c5d5.jpg" /></center><br />The girls magically appear on the lot with Toots. Slowly they move around and take note of each other as the rain falls on their heads.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/18ea3afe.jpg" /></center><br />Magic groans noting her precious CC is missing sticking her with this hideous get up instead. In an attempt to cheer her up, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/808e3a32.jpg">Ruyb shows off her 1 nice point</a>. Meanwhile <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ac5d3cd7.jpg">Tracy manages to insult Vicky</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f63a9a06.jpg">Deb chats with HK </a>and Heather feels a bit lost without her little ones. Toots wisely steps in to the house to call everyone in out of the rain hoping some kind of explanation is forthcoming from the currently silent off screen voice.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/e857c51f.jpg" /></center><br />Toots manages to herd the ladies inside and looks around doing a quick headcount. “Where’s Ruyb?”<br />The ladies look around at each other, some shrug some go on about their day without a care.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/1cb7198e.jpg" /></center><br />“Are you ready to go?” Ruyb strolls in to the host house finding Christina quite easily. “You’re not ready to go! What have you been doing? Geez, first you get mad because you’re ‘abandoned’ and now that your replacement is here you’re not even ready.”<br />“What are you talking about?”<br />“You’re moving across the street.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/307760b2.jpg" /></center><br />“What? I’m not moving back across the street, I just got here!” Christina stomps her foot for emphasis. “You keep shifting me around.”<br />“Well ya, you’re a sim. That happens to us all. Listen the girls are waiting for you. They can’t go forward until you get there so hurry it up will ya?”<br />“My girls are back? The social worker will take them away if I’m not there to take care of them!”<br />Ruyb blinks a few times until the dimmer switch turns the light bulb on. “Oooooh, no, no, no not ‘those’ girls, I’m talking about other LL ladies.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f2e659d8.jpg" /></center><br />“So no more taking care of kids?”<br />“No kids during phase 2.” Ruyb pauses as a thought strikes her. “At least none are living there. I can’t say that one won’t pass by the house or call or something…” Ruyb blinks and grins at Christina. “You get to be taken care of this time.”<br />“Oooo, you mean…”<br />“Yup that’s right. I’m shipping you off to the nut house, the funny farm, an asylum!”<br />“And that is better… how?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/c19639ed.jpg" /></center><br />“Simple! Toots is the controlled sim, so all the care giving, fixing of things etc is on her to take care of and you get to do whatever you want until she fulfills her Lifetime Want.”<br />“This sounds like fun! I can make her miserable for being snarky to me?”<br />“You betcha! I’m counting on it. So hop on that computer and find your own place so you can move out all official like.”<br />“So what is her Lifetime Want?”<br />“Toots is a family Aries sim with 5-8-6-3-3 and her Lifetime Want is to <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/34a2ba80.jpg">be Captain Hero</a>.”<br />“That’s totally doable.”<br />“That’s what I thought. Her first one <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/9b38b239.jpg">was 6 grandkids</a>… cha that can’t happen in an asylum.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/7de2724a.jpg" /></center><br />Christina promptly sits and looks for a place of her own, her fingers fly across the keyboard in the usual simmy fashion.<br />“Hey Christina…”<br />“Hmmm?”<br />“Someone’s in the hot tub.”<br />“Mhmm…”<br />Ruyb gets that gleam in her eyes and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/bee2311a.jpg">wanders off towards the hot tub </a>to investigate.<br />“Aren’t you going to wave bye?”<br />“Are you serious? There is a man in the hot tub and you want me to run and wave at you?” Ruyb laughs and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/58982be2.jpg">smiles at Mortimer</a>.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d1def78f.jpg" /></center><br />Inmate #7 – Christina Cuzican fortune Leo 3-7-4-7-4<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/2e332d58.jpg" /></center><br />Welcome to phase 2, The Asylum Challenge.<br />Magic’s voice is muffled and far off in the distance. “Where is my shirt?!”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-asylum-is-underway.html">‘This Asylum’ is underway</a><br><br>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-75265187661955879012010-06-23T13:50:00.006-05:002010-06-25T15:01:46.216-05:00Toddler This: Ends?<center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/46ee70a4.jpg" /></center><br />“It’s time for ‘Toddler This’ again! Last time she tried to do this without me. I knew I’d be back.”<br />The off camera voice clears her throat yet it has no affect on our host.<br />“You see for yourself that she cant deny me. I’m Toots. I’m a force to be reckoned with…”<br />A disconcerting growl is heard from off camera.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/4cae1a6a.jpg" /></center><br />Christina scratches her head in confusion. “So is the challenge over? I thought the kids all grew up. Why am I still here?”<br />Toots thinks for a moment. “Hmmm… if I remember right, the kids did grow up but then it all crashed. So she went basck to the last save where you had <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d9997f66.jpg">a couple of the kids still as toddlers</a>. Aer and Keth both need to grow up still so that means you aren’t done yet.”<br />Christina sighs sadly, “Then where are the kids? I’m so confused.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/119fae2d.jpg" /></center><br />Toots folds her arms and thinks on this for a bit. “Well now, that is a good question. Tell me what you remember and maybe we can figure this out. Just as long as there is no math involved I’m with you on this.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/e9e59128.jpg" /></center><br />“I remember trying to get the last two toddlers trained before they transitioned.”<br />“Did you?”<br />“<a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ecfc7e8e.jpg">Yes</a>. Keth went ahead and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/2eea32bf.jpg">grew up while she was still platinum </a>but Aer didn’t, she waited.”<br />“Waited? Why?”<br />“The kids were in school and by delaying the last child’s transition she could squeeze a few more points in.” Christina shrugs. “I guess it’s because I lost so many earlier.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/42b45f6f.jpg" /></center><br />“Then it happened… again.”<br />“What happened again?”<br />“The last toddler grew up. Last time Keth was the last toddler and this time it was Aer. As soon as she grew up she saved the game.” Christina smirks. “Guess she wasn’t taking any chances.”<br />“Oh so you did finish!”<br />“Yup. I did… which doesn’t explain why I’m still here.”<br />“Ya I don’t know.”<br />“…”<br />“So what was your final score?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/7eb2d88a.jpg" /></center><br />“Huh, good question… let’s see…”<br />“You’re not gonna make me do math are you?”<br />“Nah, okay so I last had a -21 and… wow, that’s bad. Then I called a nanny, which is -2 points. That nanny piddled herself twice that’s +2 points. -21 still… three more diaper changes, two babies pass out for -5 bringing me to -26…” Christina groans. “She’s gonna make me miserable for this isn’t she…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/869db49f.jpg" /></center><br />Toots laughs, “Nah that 1 nice point will kick in. She knows you’ve suffered enough… erm unless the kids are gone because they were taken from the Social Worker. They weren’t taken by the Social Worker… were they? That would mean you failed and even that 1 nice point might not save you and it would explain why you’re still on that lot… alone…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/6153babf.jpg" /></center><br />“What? No! I told you all seven grew up well, four of them in platinum <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/5c1d5af8.jpg">and all seven were potty trained</a>!”<br />Toots squeals and claps. “That’s good! Each toddler skill is 3 points per toddler, and each toddler that grows up well is another 3 points per toddler, oh and platinum, that’s good because each one of them gives you another 3 points each! That’s…”<br />“54 points so that gets me to 28 points! Oh this is good. What else do I get points for?”<br />Toots taps her lip in thought. “Skills… did they learn any? You know, like creativity… cooking, that sort of thing. You get a half a point for each of those kinds of skills.”<br />“No one got cooking, they are toddlers.” Christina thinks for a moment. “Yes, they all got a few skills. Let’s see, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/a4410cc6.jpg">Ang has 3</a>… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/279b32a6.jpg">CeeCee has 5</a>… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/69832e2c.jpg">Keth has 3</a>… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/b78b4ea3.jpg">Kimmy has 4</a>… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/c17c73b9.jpg">Lisa has 5</a>… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/e9391d9b.jpg">Oydie has 3</a> and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/6e9d05b5.jpg">Aer has 4</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/75fec198.jpg" /></center><br />“So that would be…”<br />Christina grins. “13 and a half more points. I now have 41.5 points!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f8d55881.jpg" /></center><br />“Each and everyone of the girls got a quick makeover and then filed out the front door… something about petting the kitty.”<br />“Each of them?”<br />“Mhmm, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/7f75d161.jpg">Oydie</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f2a48431.jpg">Lisa</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ffe820bd.jpg">CeeCee</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f77f1270.jpg">Aer</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/0059de7f.jpg">Ang</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/e164d735.jpg">Kimmy</a> and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/5e829905.jpg">Keth</a> all ran out the front door.”<br />“To see a cat…”<br />“Ya, I don’t get that either. I mean, there were no cats in the yard. <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/2356622e.jpg">Just some weird looking statue</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/e367989a.jpg" /></center><br />“Okay so that’s it for Toddler This! Thanks for reading along. Christina did surprisingly well considering her rocky start with an ending score of 41.5. We’re all proud of you. Until next time!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/fba1880a.jpg" /></center><br />“Whoa slow down. Where are my kids?”<br />“Gone.”<br />“What do you mean gone?”<br />“They have each been put up for adoption.”<br />“But why? After all that she put me through in order to raise them… she’s just going to leave them in the adoption pool?<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d6422cb4.jpg" /></center><br />“Who knows?” Toots shrugs her slender shoulders and grins. “And really, that is it for Toddler This. The girls are in the adoption pool and part 1 of her 3 part ‘revenge challenges’ has at long last come to an end.” Toots waves to the camera. “See you next time!”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/06/switching-gears.html">Switching Gears</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-36671804047949476502010-05-27T15:48:00.005-05:002010-06-23T17:17:53.007-05:00Toddler This: still continues<center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d07264ab.jpg" /></center><br />“Guess who? That’s right. She’s back… or I am and she’s back to simming on occasion and updating very slowly because she played this some time ago but hasn’t bothered to update. She’ll says it’s because of work but I don’t think I’d believe her-”<br />The off screen voice growls. “What did I tell you about this ad lib thing?”<br />Jenn gets an overly confidently glint in her eyes. “What are you going to do? Fire me? Then you’d have to do all this on your own. You don’t want to so you have me here and besides-”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d9dd82ce.jpg" width="650" /></center><br />The screen suddenly cuts to a still photo of the current victims while an eerie song plays in the background that only an avid World of Warcraft player would recognize as the annoying music played in Icecrown.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/41434cd7.jpg" width="650" /></center><br />The off screen voice continues sans the host. “Frustrated with the turn of events, I sent Christina to call for a nanny. Desperate times and all that jazz, plus I was hoping she would be kind enough to piddle and earn us a few points back.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d33a548d.jpg" width="650" /></center><br />“Time is running out, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/7d9dda4a.jpg">two more days</a> and not one toddler is potty trained. I don’t expect them to have all three of their skills learned but by the time they transition they should at the very least be toilet trained!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/8fdd912f.jpg" /></center><br />“The toddlers are often left to entertain themselves, yet that isn’t an issue. What is an issue is they are <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/7f94442b.jpg">left unattended </a>too often, with <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f74d4065.jpg">negative results</a>. Mind you no points were taken, nor were any toddlers. Still…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ffdec12e.jpg" /></center><br />“While our fearless yet exhausted victim took a cat nap, the nanny <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d48e7ad4.jpg">did manage to see after</a> the girls. Unfortunately for her, there are so many toddlers, only one her and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/de1dc9a3.jpg">no time to take care of her own needs</a>…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/8a6a014a.jpg" /></center><br />“Which Aer took as a cause for celebration. Have I mentioned how <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/dd61aab1.jpg">utterly disgusting </a>toddlers are? No? Well let’s just be glad <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ed6d4298.jpg">ignorance is bliss </a>and save these <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d1f770f8.jpg">photos for blackmail </a>later, shall we?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f7c9be63.jpg" width="650" /></center><br />“Time is running out. Tick Tock, Tick Tock! Our Victim becomes anxious to get these children platinum before the witching hour. The toddlers are <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/fbb81903.jpg">naturally no help </a>and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/bc571857.jpg">became needier </a>as the hour grew later.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/8b1db20b.jpg" /></center><br />“At last there is a light at the end of this tunnel! One has learned the art of piddling. Surely more will follow… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/77cfea92.jpg">only look closely</a>… we have <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/a1d3aeab.jpg">a new problem</a>. It eventually worked itself out and CeeCee manages to ‘wake up’ enough to be interacted with.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/41dc2e85.jpg" /></center><br />“As the girls learn, they become platinum. As they are platinum, now was their <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/64a965f0.jpg">chance to grow up</a>. Most <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/bd6fa4cb.jpg">remembered to stay </a>platinum for Christina… <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/b610d660.jpg">some forgot</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/c2a89a3c.jpg" /></center><br />“The nanny became more inept as the challenge drew to an end. The <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/75d83d9b.jpg">stress was too much </a>for her old body, much to the <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/53c5c023.jpg">dismay of a certain young one</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ed223784.jpg" /></center><br />“Still the girls are troopers and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/798eea54.jpg">do their best to grow up</a>… *sighs* well. Five down, two to go. The challenge is almost to an end. Can you feel it? Can you feel the excitement and anticipation?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/a7ce1fa3.jpg" /></center><br />“Or do you feel the glitches mounting? Its okay, there <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/823adf1c.jpg">are work arounds</a> to life’s little bumps in the road.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/48ccef7a.jpg" /></center><br />“Before the witching hour drew, our last two hold outs <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/cf5c0d32.jpg">finally give in</a> and both <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/1a10bf61.jpg">grow up as well </a>as can be expected.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/0a1e9ff1.jpg" /></center><br />“At last… it is time. At last she can sleep. The challenge has come to an end. Taking her weary body to bed she lays her head upon the pillow. Only to be <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/8d9b6113.jpg">awaken by a nightmare</a>.” A nasty crash is heard accompanied by a distant scream. “That’s right. It isn’t over. All of the girls <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/0f330112.jpg">haven’t grown up</a>. The challenge isn’t over.”<br />Christina scoffs. “I’m still not scared.” <br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/06/toddler-this-ends.html">Toddler This: Ends?</a><br /><br /><br><br>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-84338788941827177002010-05-03T14:35:00.005-05:002010-06-08T17:05:23.909-05:00Toddler This ContinuesSilence is heard, the voice calls out in a stage whisper to the host. “Jenn…” The proverbial crickets can be heard in response. The voice tries again, “Jenn!”<br />A sigh is heard off screen followed by tapping for long period of time and eventually by a groan. “She’s still visiting the house. Okay so a long time ago I did the last… erm first update. Then I got sucked in to WoW and finally played again. Trouble is no one was willing to talk to me and the update was delayed. Now of course I know ‘why’ no one is talking to me. So let’s just go to the house and see what’s going on.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/5eiPr.jpg" width="650" /></center><br />“A quick rundown on the challenge start: Christina managed to let four toddlers pass out for a total of -4 points. Last we heard Christina hired a maid. Why a maid some asked, why not a nanny? Easy! Nanny’s cost 2 points where a maid costs zero. That’s right, no penalty for a maid. On to this update, shall we?”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/x08VZ.jpg" /></center><br />“I had the toddlers wake up one at a time so Christina could get them to potty and then in a crib.”<br />“Here we go Oydie. <a href="http://imgur.com/gNWxl.jpg">Upsadaisy</a>!” Christina glances at the voice off screen. “Kind of mean to wake them up just to put them to bed, isn’t it?”<br />“Maybe, but the four of them need to go potty and their energy isn’t going up fast enough to compensate. Not just that but their other needs are still dropping, too.”<br />“Oh.” Christina waves a hand whining. “I’m still sleepy!”<br />“Yes well get the kids taken care of and we’ll… oops and there she goes.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/wRaYh.jpg" /></center><br />“Christina goes down for the count. This is not a good thing for her points. While I intended to lose the 2 points for using the painting, I had no intention of her passing out. This means I need to do the little cheat with <a href="http://imgur.com/9qhHi.jpg">the painting now to wake her hiney up</a>.”<br />Christina rubs her head wincing. “You know if I had a bed and a nanny I wouldn’t lose that point.”<br />“That point?” The voice chuckles, “You passing out like that is five points.”<br />Christina pauses, her mouth drops open and she flails. “I’m at -9 points now?”<br />“Nope, -11 seeing how we used the painting, too.”<br />Christina groans. “That’s brutal.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/6vxwm.jpg" /></center><br />“Now that Christina has the last toddler tucked in its time to start over again.”<br />Christina pauses listening to <a href="http://imgur.com/hAu8n.jpg">a toddler crying</a>. “I thought they were all asleep.”<br />“They were, now they’re waking up. Start with Keth, she’s in the next room and her bladder bar is dangerously low.”<br />Christina sighs. “Don’t tell me… I’m losing more points.”<br />“Not yet. If you can get her to the potty in time you erm… never mind yes, you lost another point.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/Ge0Ok.jpg" /></center><br />Christina pauses, wrinkles her nose and sniffs the air carefully. “What is that nasty stench?”<br />“That would be Keth. You may want to <a href="http://imgur.com/cyZiU.jpg">change her diaper</a> and set her down. Ang is having a fit in her crib.” Wincing at the <a href="http://imgur.com/cj3Dh.jpg">toddler curse of teeth in her chin</a>.<br />Christina does the quick change without a diaper table. “Why don’t I have a changing table?”<br />“You didn’t wish for one.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/I1Wm9.jpg" /></center><br />“Unfortunately while Christina was taking care of Ang, another toddler passed out. Looks rather painful if you ask me.”<br />Christina sighs. “Well no one asked.” She glances at the toddler. “Oh my gosh, what happened to her?”<br />The voice smirks, “I thought you didn’t care.”<br />“I never said that I didn’t care about the toddlers. I just didn’t care for your commentary.” Christina says this boldly in spite of her lack of control over her own future.<br />The voice cackles.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/YlYA2.jpg" /></center><br />“Come on CeeCee, its time to get you to bed.”<br />“And just in time…”<br />Christina groans. “Don’t say it.”<br />The voice chuckles quietly. “I won’t have to. You’ll hear them soon enough.”<br />Christina flails. “I just got them to sleep!”<br />“Save your voice kiddo. Its totally rinse repeat at this point. Aer and Oydie are ready to get up so get the lead out.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/adSsH.jpg" /></center><br />“The welcoming committee stayed well in to the late hours of the morning. Surprised me since I stopped feeding them and there is nothing for entertainment value save for the kids. Yet still they lingered. They were absolutely no help to any of the toddlers with the <a href="http://imgur.com/ak8ER.jpg">exception of Keth</a>. She has made two acquaintances.”<br />“<a href="http://imgur.com/wuFjY.jpg">Finally</a>!”<br />“Oh good just in ti-”<br />“Don’t say it. Please, just don’t say it.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/vxZF5.jpg" /></center><br />Christina plops Oydie on the potty. “No, you’re supposed to sit there. Why are you fighting me?”<br />“See the green wafting fumes.”<br />Christina wrinkles her nose. “Yes, I was ignoring it.”<br />“That means another diaper change. -1 point.”<br />Christina shrugs. “Whatever, can I go pee now?”<br />“No you need <a href="http://imgur.com/KgfS8.jpg">to grab bottles for the kids</a>.”<br />Jenn pipes in. “Oh and make it snappy. You know what happens when these kids get thirsty!”<br />“Nice of you to join us.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/hXpCJ.jpg" /></center><br />Jenn waves a dismissive hand that no one can see but her. “Ya, uh huh… the maid has made her debut and will begin cleaning the dirty bottles and dishes. You might consider cleaning out the potty chairs.”<br />Christina scoffs. “What? She can do that! Its her job after all.”<br />Jenn giggles and shakes her head. “No it isn’t. You’re thinking of a nanny. They will empty the potty but a maid only picks up trash… so here’s whatcha gonna do…”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/YhWwL.jpg" /></center><br />Christina recoils from the stench. “Oh that’s vile.”<br />Jenn nods her head. “Yup, you should be used to that part but here’s the new twist.”<br />“Just a second I need to take this to the-”<br />“That’s what I’m trying to say. Drop it, don’t take it to the bathroom.”<br />Jenn points to an empty spot on the tile. Christina stares at the <a href="http://imgur.com/HMVe8.jpg">little blue thing in her hand</a>. “That’s gross.”<br />Jenn shrugs. “Not as time consuming as walking back and forth to the bathroom. This way the maid will clean up the trash.”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/KR6CA.jpg" /></center><br />“Okay maybe so, but its disgusting in here!”<br />Jenn giggles. “Yes well…”<br />“Hey Jenn…”<br />“Hmmm?”<br />“I’m getting sleepy again. Is she gonna get mad at me when I…”<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/WdKCC.jpg" /></center><br />Jenn cackles. “Roo you just lost another 7 points.”<br />A groans is heard from the direction of the off screen voice. “I swear she’s gonna make me look bad with all this passing out.” The voice harrumphs and sighs once more.<br /><br /><br /><center><img src="http://imgur.com/6tF06.jpg" /></center><br />“So lets see… we started with a negative four points. We had two diaper changes, one passed out toddler and twice the adult passed out causing use of the painting mood altererer thingie.” She starts using her fingers to do the math. “I hate math.”<br />“She’s at -21 points now.”<br />Jenn flinches. “Should I wake her up?”<br />“Why, so she can cost me more points? Nah, let her sleep until next time.”<br />“Don’t forget its children’s week. You have a few orphans counting on you.”<br />The voice chuckles. “I know, I know. Don’t fret… just end this.”<br />Jenn shrugs and faces the camera flashing her patent Barbie smile of hers. “As you can see, things aren’t getting any easier for Christina. She has managed to survive just over 24 hours with out a warning from child services, so that is at least some good news. Roo hasn’t resorted to the in game cheats, therefore legal aids to help Christina along… which I don’t see why she hasn’t.”<br />“I didn’t think she would need it, but maybe I’m wrong.”<br />Jenn waves. “So, until next time then? More from the holy terror toddlers and their hapless caretaker… until then… ‘This.’”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/05/toddler-this-still-continues.html">Toddler This still continues</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-1164171800856535672010-02-23T09:32:00.006-06:002010-05-03T16:42:54.812-05:00Toddler This begins<center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f096cce6.jpg" /></center><br />“Welcome back to ‘Toddler This’.” Jenn flashes her Barbie perfect dazzling smile. “Okay enough of that. Listen, I know most of you think Roo forgot about this ‘revenge’ she has planned. Well it isn’t true. She just tends to get side tracked with things like WoW and… well she… no pretty much just WoW. And I’ll have you know it’s a good thing too because I need emblems so don’t try to take her away from me too often.”<br />The voice chuckles, “You’re ad-libbing again.”<br />“Yes. Well, I don’t care, they need to know.”<br />“Okay, can we move on?”<br />“Ya sure…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/4ce6e0ed.jpg" /></center><br />“We began this challenge by creating a family unit of one adult and seven toddlers.”<br />“Aw, the babies are adorable.” Christina tickles CeeCee while babbling nonsensical baby talk gibberish. CeeCee giggles and wriggles in her arms, beaming up at her with her toothy grin.<br />The voice chuckles, “You say that now…”<br />Christina balks, “I’ll say that later too, you’ll see.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/52fe0803.jpg" /></center><br />“Once created, they are then unceremoniously dropped on to an empty lot, given a motherlode or three and a toddler rearing factory is created.”<br />Christina perks up. “So I don’t have to work?”<br />Toots raises an eyebrow. “Seriously? You aren’t even allowed to leave the lot. Besides, you’ll be much too busy taking care of the seven toddlers in your care to worry about menial things like sleeping, eating, and fun let alone something as mundane as work.”<br />The voice chimes in, “You’re going to wish you were allowed to work, it would be easier.”<br />Christina scoffs in disbelief. “You make it sound hard, but I know you… you just like the drama.”<br />“Can I continue?”<br />Christina grins. “Sure!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/e3e158d0.jpg" /></center><br />“Christina has been changed from her chosen aspiration to fortune. Roo hopes her wants for things will keep her a bit happy and not nutty. We’ll have to see if her strategy works or backfires.”<br />“I wish to make some money.” Christina blinks, “Wait… I do?” She reflects for a moment and nods, “I do… and I wish to make at least §100.”<br />The voice sighs, “You also wish to play with Lisa and Aer. So go do that instead.”<br />Christina perks. “Oh yay!”<br />“Can we just mute her? She keeps interrupting me.”<br />The voice laughs, “Maybe later…”<br />“So anyway… that’s Keth in Christina’s arms. Along the sidewalk is <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/aebb7db4.jpg">CeeCee</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ed497c7e.jpg">Aer</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/279eee51.jpg">Kimmy</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/dc0c0e87.jpg">Lisa</a>, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/c34f1d68.jpg">Ang</a>, and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/406cc383.jpg">Oydie</a>.” Jenn tilts her head, “Didn’t we already introduce them?”<br />“Sure as adults, now they get to see how freaking adorable they are as toddlers. Oh and just FYI, I changed only two toddler’s looks. Keth’s infant hair was black instead of brown and Kimmy was bald. I just couldn’t handle that.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/30b79274.jpg" /></center><br />“The toddler rearing factory has been built and-”<br />“Ugh, its ugly and empty! I’ve seen your houses, they usually look better than this. Now you’re just being cruel!” Christina scowls at the voice off screen.<br />“Not really. You’re a fortune sim for a reason. You’ll want things to fill the house. I’m counting on it.”<br />Jenn waits impatiently for the two to stop speaking so she can continue. “Roo bought a toy and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/3125b521.jpg">every toddler is thrilled</a>.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/085ab8cf.jpg" /></center><br />“Okay that’s just adorable.”<br />“<a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/6560de46.jpg">It can be</a>. Except when I need them to do something. Then I have to wait for them to stop being so ‘adorable’ and do what is required. It can run havoc with the smooth running of a toddler rearing factory.”<br />Christina tickles Lisa. “Oh! <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/395cf15d.jpg">I wish I had a toilet, refrigerator and a bathtub</a>!”<br />“Bingo! This is why you’re a fortune sim. Now if only you’d wish for a toddler potty or crib.”<br />“Why would I wish for a toddler potty?”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/1a82f2b0.jpg" /></center><br />“Because its time for potty training.”<br />“Ahem… remember me, your host extraordinaire?” Jenn taps her foot impatiently. She looks from one to the other and continues. “As you can see, Roo had her rhythm down pretty good for a while. One on the pot, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/36275fe5.jpg">grab another </a>and so on.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/7af59484.jpg" /></center><br />“The trick is to keep her moving from one toddler to the next. Moving from one to the other until all seven have been set on the potty.”<br />“I need to pee.”<br />“You have to wait. Grab Kimmy before its too late!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/88116b1d.jpg" /></center><br />Christina plops Kimmy on the potty. “You’re such a big girl. Now potty for me and learn to use the darn thing on your own so I don’t have to keep doing this.”<br />“That was close.”<br />Christina tilts her head. “It’s just a diaper. No big.”<br />“That would have cost you a point.”<br />“Oh.” Christina shrugs. “Whatever, can I go pee now?”<br />“No you need to grab bottles for the kids.” Jenn directs her towards the new shiny refrigerator.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/f0484390.jpg" /></center><br />Jenn’s eyes widen in panic, “Quick get another bottle! Get another bottle!”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/06cda94f.jpg" /></center><br />Christina glances at the kids, “What? They’re fine.”<br />Jenn shakes her head. “Do you see them charging Ang?”<br />“They’re just being friendly.”<br />“Oh look the welcoming committee.” The voice pauses noting her host has decided to make an appearance. “Don’t worry about them just yet. Get more bottles before the kids hurt each other.”<br />“Oh they aren’t gonna-”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/510e659d.jpg" /></center><br />“What is Kimmy doing?”<br />“She’s stealing Ang’s bottle. I told you the kids are hungry.”<br />“Oh gosh, I need to get them some more bottles before someone gets hurt!”<br />“Don’t forget the welcoming committee, hopefully someone will help out with the kids.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/788e0580.jpg" /></center><br />“The best part of Kimmy stealing the bottle from Ang is the <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/8170b74f.jpg">look of triumph from Kimmy</a> and the <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/14aabf31.jpg">patented chibi eyes from Ang</a>… classic.”<br />“You’re so mean! They’re toddlers. They don’t know better.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d3362f0e.jpg" /></center><br />“Says you. Lisa learned quickly and took CeeCee’s bottle.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/8b8e5622.jpg" /></center><br />The voice chuckles, “Even here I can’t keep those two apart.”<br />“Don’t get weird. They’re toddlers.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/911cd140.jpg" /></center><br />“Now that they’re all fed. You need to put them in cribs.”<br />“I’m hungry and I need to shower.”<br />“Listen I let you pee. You ate geletan. Don’t get too needy. The toddlers come first. Now get them in cribs before it’s too late.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/0c734003.jpg" /></center><br />“Utoh, you’re about to lose Lisa. Quick grab Lisa and put her in a crib.”<br />“<a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/0c734003.jpg">I’m worried about Lisa</a>.”<br />“You don’t have time to be worried about Lisa.” The voice points to another toddler going down.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/725fedc6.jpg" /></center><br />“Oh no! Poor Oydie, is she gong to be okay sleeping on the cold tile?”<br />The voice looks at the giggling host and chuckles, “What? Oh ya no worries. You just lost 4 points.”<br />“What! But why?” Christina pouts.<br />“Four toddlers fell asleep on the ground, that is a negative point each.”<br />“Okay this isn’t so easy and now I really need a shower.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/1413dc14.jpg" /></center><br />“Well take CeeCee out of the crib first then grab a shower.”<br />“I’m still hungry, too.”<br />“One or the other. Pick. You don’t have time for both.”<br />“Ya but that geletan wasn’t enough. I’m still hungry.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/93567a89.jpg" /></center><br />“Aw see? You complained too long. Now Keth is awake.”<br />Christina hums in the shower. “Wha?”<br />The voice sighs, “Keth wants out of the crib. Get over there.”<br />Christina turns off the water. “I wasn’t really done.”<br />“You’ll get over it.” The voice pauses. “You know this is only your first day. You have haven’t even been here 24 hours yet and you whine so much.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/b07bc44e.jpg" /></center><br />Christina grabs a bottle as two toddlers fight over one. “Ya well, you try this and see how much you like it.”<br />“Still not scared?”<br />Christina pauses and contemplates the question. “Nope.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/d4b10756.jpg" /></center><br />“Hello, Services? Yes. Starting tomorrow? But… fine, tomorrow is fine.”<br />“Who did you call?”<br />“A maid. I need all the help I can get… but I’m still not scared!”<br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/05/toddler-this-continues.html">Toddler This Continues </a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-79587857992686641032010-02-17T16:51:00.005-06:002010-05-03T16:44:47.422-05:00A quick word from our sponser...<center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans01.jpg" /></center><br />“I’m back! Not for ‘Toddler This’ aptly named by Lisa, but to answer some questions.” Jenn stops to stare at the voice off screen, “No one asked any questions.”<br />“Sariana asked what happened to Over There.”<br />Jenn waves a dismissive hand, “That is one question you could have answered in LL, you’re just feeding your own ego.”<br />“Yup, now read the teleprompter.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/OverThere02.jpg" /></center><br />“Some of you may remember Roo’s epic fail-”<br />“Hey! No ad-lib.”<br />Jenn giggles and continues, “So the LL girls in Over There. She bit off more than she could chew and was in the process of thinning the herd if you will.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans02.jpg" /></center><br />“Enter the blond. She was to be a pied piper, a guru, the healer of the lovelorn, and a beacon of light to the lost. A background lottery had been cast and a few key to non-key players would be drawn to this woman. Some would be lost to her, others would use her, all would be used by her. In the end she would slink out of town as mysteriously as she arrived leaving a compound of bodies and a mystery.” Jenn giggles again, “I am… or was the mystery woman. Ruby named me TaTa, rather appropriate if you’re familiar with my BY antics.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans03.jpg" /></center><br />“The whole OT story revolved around a few key players who revolved around each other. A huge wedding for Oydie and Elmer, two missing men, a dead body, a double agent, a stalker, a slew of accused and eventually a trial. Who, what, why, where… ah the web we weave… or more accurately the one she botched.”<br />“What did I say about ad-libbing?”<br />“I didn’t, its right there.” Jenn points to the teleprompter. Someone laughs, another screams, someone gets fired.<br />“Try again.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans04.jpg" /></center><br />“So where do we start? How about the dead body? That triggers a lot of the drama. You’ll be happy to hear the dead body was to be none other than the most hated man in OT, our own failed Casanova, Abhijeet.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans05.jpg" /></center><br />“First suspect is naturally, Brooke, along with the man madly in love with her Orlando.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans06.jpg" /></center><br />“Who else is on the accused list? Lisa, Forrest and Max. Forrest was the mascot who married Shawna who had an affair with Abhijeet back in college. Max is engaged to Kimmy who, yup you guessed it, had an affair with Abhijeet. Lisa, being Brooke’s sister and a rising politician couldn’t stand her choice in men because Abhijeet used to abuse Brooke. They would later all be cleared in one way or another, Lisa’s career takes a back seat and she finally marries Trevor and gives him the kids he’s been hoping for.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans07.jpg" /></center><br />“Sariana never does marry Pao, he’s one of the devoted. She ends up finding the dead bodies long after I split. Naturally the police don’t believe she found them in this state and is arrested.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans08.jpg" /></center><br />“Ricky goes missing, much to the dismay of George. Turns out he was killed accidently by the kids he kidnapped and held hostage in his home.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans09.jpg" /></center><br />“Heather ended up owning the club 100% and ran it wonderfully. She becomes a fab business woman and soon branches out to call girls becoming a Madame.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans10.jpg" /></center><br />“Tracy finally tries to tell Joe about the baby, he wants to believe her… they seek counseling only to find me.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans11.jpg" /></center><br />“CeeCee and Mitch were disgustingly happy. She couldn’t figure out what to do to cause them drama. She tried pulling Mitch in to the stalker story line but it fizzled.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans12.jpg" /></center><br />“Which brings us to Keth. No matter how hard she tried to deny him, she fell hard for her new roomie Rueben.” Jenn waggles her eyebrows, “Can you blame her?”<br />The voice clears her throat.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans13.jpg" /></center><br />“We cant talk about Keth without bringing up Aerowyn who finally realizes what they had was beautiful but best left in college. No, she didn’t fall for Vasyl, she did on the other hand seek counsel… You get the picture.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans14.jpg" /></center><br />“Speaking of Vasyl, he was my vessel. He brought many to me… like Deb, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans15.jpg">Angelia</a> and her man, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans16.jpg">Geoffrey</a>. Even <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans17.jpg">Elmer</a> gave in to me at one point.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans18.jpg" /></center><br />“Elmer… he was the one who held OT together. He was the man it all tied back to. Oydie was blissfully ignorant of most of his business. She knew what went on in the restaurants and stores yet had no idea what else he did. Until…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans19.jpg" /></center><br />“His competitor got to our sweet Oydie.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans20.jpg" /></center><br />“Was that everyone? Kimmy, <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans21.jpg">Shaunna </a>and <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans22.jpg">Lynn</a> didn’t have much going on with them directly. <a href="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans24.jpg">Suzi had her farm and Gilbert</a> so that leaves… the killer. The one who did all the killing for Elmer when he didn’t want to his men to be implicated, the hired gun, the professional, the one no one thought to even question…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/ans23.jpg" /></center><p><br />“Living happily in a modest apartment on the outskirts of town… after all, who would suspect a pregnant woman of being a cold blooded killer?” </p><p><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/02/toddler-this-begins.html">Toddler This begins</a></p>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089367554966336453.post-43711870332971948612010-02-16T08:37:00.001-06:002010-02-17T17:30:17.558-06:00Welcome, Take 2<center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host07.jpg" /></center><br />“She looks familiar… is that…”<br />The voice from off screen confirms her suspicion, “Yes. Only don’t worry she’s leaving.”<br />“I’m not really worried. At least not about her…” She glances over her shoulder at the departing woman and then at the one off screen. “I am however concerned about my role here.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host08.jpg" /></center><br />“You’re the host.”<br />“Me? Really? You pulled me in to your game to make me the host?” Jenn pauses to absorb this information and grins. “Nice. I finally get to talk, no more running around naked seducing men that you want killed off, dancing around naked to entertain men of Over There…” She pauses and frowns. “Wait, that was fun. Can I go back?”<br />“Sorry Over There has been destroyed by some freak act of nature.”<br />“You deleted the hood.”<br />“Um… yes.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host09.jpg" /></center><br />“Okay, you deleted Over There and made me a host… of what exactly?”<br />“Um… my fun little revenge against some of the LL minionettes.”<br />“EO won’t stand for it.”<br />The voice chuckles, “Yes she will. It’s evil and underhanded.”<br />“Providing you survive…”<br />“…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host10.jpg" /></center><br />“Wait so this means, I’m not part of the revenge. Sweet! I um… what did they do?”<br />“Read the cue card.”<br />Jenn reads the card aloud, “Hello, Minionettes! Some of you know me as JennM and others know me as Toots. I am your host to Roo’s LL Minionette Mini-Challenge Blog. First volunteered minionette is our very own Christina for ‘this’.” Jenn does the quote fingers as she reads the word ‘this’ and stares blankly at the off camera voice. “What is ‘this’ and why is Christina in trouble for it?”<br />“She isn’t really. She was just the first of many to enjoy ‘this’ too much.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host11.jpg" /></center><br />“How can anyone enjoy anything too much? Life is full of strife and heartache and the nasty bad economy and you’re worried about ‘this’ whatever that is?”<br />“Yanno, if you’d come around LL more often you’d know what ‘this’ is…”<br />“And I’d probably be on one of your revenge hit lists, no thanks! I’d like to stay on your good side. You can be a real brat sometimes.”<br />The voice pauses in reflection. “Well said. Any how please… continue.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host12.jpg" /></center><br />“Christina you have earned ‘this’ and we couldn’t be prouder of you.”<br />Christina folds her arms defiantly, “You can’t scare me.”<br />Jenn continues, “Seeing how you weren’t alone in ‘this’, you will be joined by a few of the others that were kind enough to jump on the ‘this, ditto’ bandwagon.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host13.jpg" /></center><br />“Joining you is Keth…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host14.jpg" /></center><br />“Oydie…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host15.jpg" /></center><br />“CeeCee…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host16.jpg" /></center><br />“Kim…”<br /><br />“Kristen…”<br />“Actually, Kristen didn’t give me her sim self so she has been replaced.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host17.jpg" /></center><br />“The part of Kristen will be played by Angelia…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host18.jpg" /></center><br />“Aeronwy…”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host19.jpg" /></center><br />“And Lisa.”<br />Christina can be heard off screen, “I’m still not scared.”<br /><br /><center><img src="http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n126/msroobeee88/host20.jpg" /></center><br />The cackling voice off screen rings through the room, “You should be…” <br /><br /><a href="http://llminchallenges.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-word-from-our-sponser.html">A quick word from our sponser</a>Roohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16115267741547198666noreply@blogger.com12