a sims story; assignment 2

We had always been enemies, but something happened in summer that changed it all. I mean, for one thing, he was obnoxious and the worst possible neighbor you could get. Crazy parties until all hours, and when he [i]didn't[/i] bring the party home, he'd still stumble in (loudly) curse about losing his keys, bang on his own door (even though he had to remember he lived alone). After working late hours at he hospital, being woken up by my drunk (hot, but drunk) neighbor was NOT pleasant. Then in the morning he'd leer and smile and try to make nice - flirt, in his own obnoxious way. Still, he just made me want to hit him in the face. He had that effect on people. A LOT of people. Second, he was the bad boy to end all bad boys - the kind no self-respecting girl would ever allow herself to get caught up with. Until that humid summer night.

I had just finished a long, long, LONG shift and wanted nothing more than to get home, slip out of my clothes and drift off into a restless, dreamless sleep... but as I made me way to my car, i saw it ... I wasn't even sure then what it was, until finally my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the edge of the parking lot. My heart sank down into my stomach and I prayed. "Don't let that really be a [i]body[/i]." I implored, out loud, making my way past the cars, the dread in my stomach playing leap frog with the leaden butterflies. As I got closer, my worst fears were confirmed. It was a body ... but it was breathing.. the muscular back rose and fell, but he was breathing. I rolled him over on my side and stared into my neighbor's bloody face. He's been beaten, but luckily dumped in a hospital parking lot. I managed to revive him and help him to his feet.

"I'm okay," he choked out, and manged to mumble something about hating doctors, and police being after him.. I fought; knowing I needed to get him into an exam room, but he fought back, in his stubborn, obnoxious way.

Finally, we reached a compromise. I don't know if it was because he knew I wasn't giving in, or because the compromise I suggested held an air of danger, but he agreed. He would go inside the hospital, and I agreed that I would sneak him into autopsy (which, thankfully, was empty tonight) and check him out myself. We managed to avoid the guards, and I got him into the sub-basement without notice.

As I was checking out his ribs (fractured), and his head (no concussion), I realized something I'd never seen before... his hair was soft, his dimples were deep... and even peering out from behind a bloody black eye, his eyes were deep, deep blue. As much as I'd hated him, his jokes were funny, and that gruff, soft-spoken voice did something for me it had never done before ....


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Just breathe, and mouth "goodbye."

"Just breathe, and mouth "goodbye."
If you want, I'll give you eternal life.
Well, not so much life,
but have you ever seen a good zombie movie?
Well, like that, but you'll be smarter
and you'll stay twenty-three.

And I am gonna drink your blood."
Say Hi To Your Mom; Blah Blah Blah


My second model for A Sims Story;
Assignment one; fairy tale.


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Once upon a time, not long ago, there was a truly great friendship between a young princess and the man who gaurded her family's castle at night. He'd work every day, showing up just after sunset and was regarded as the best warrior in their kingdom. He was a great friend of the king, her father, who always showed his greatest respect and gratitude to the man. When Ava was young, he'd secretly teach her how to combat and by the time she was a teenager, she was as skilled with a word as any man in all of Germany. Just after her eightenth birthday, civil unrest led to a war in her father's kingdom, and her father sent him out into the country to lead his armies in defense. Less than a year later, the war was worse than ever, and rebel forces threatened to breach the castle walls and murder the royal family. Finally, after months of pushing them back, the rebels invaded. Ava ran as fast as she could, looking to hide or find some way of defending herself, but the rebels cornered her, looking to destroy the only air to her father's throne. She was sure she was dead, but in that instant, the palace doors slammed open, and in stormed her Warrior, armed only with a sword. He defeated the remaining rebels, and swept her up and took her far away from Germany and the people looking to destroy her. Later, he revealed why he only worked at night. And why he never aged. She accepted it. A little blod every now and then is a small price to pay for true love.

Once Upon A Time...

A Sims Story; Assignment one. Fairytale week.

Model: Aileen Morrison

Once upon a time, not long ago, there was a truly great friendship between the princess and her kingdom. She'd spend her days outside the palace walls; young and happy to be among the people she'd known her whole life... But as the princess grew older, she grew restless. She'd sit in her gorgeous tower and stare out the window, wishing she was anywhere - as long as she was far, far away from the walls of the castle. She planned her escape slowly, trying to break it to the King and Queen as painlessly as possible; after all, she loved them more than she could say. The longer she stayed, the smaller the walls of her palace prison seemed; as if she could see them shrinking around her if she bothered to stand still and watch... until one day, the time was right. The princess packed her belongings and ran, ran as fast as her legs could carry her. But was she running from the castle ... or was she running from herself?