Showing posts with label Anastasia McKinley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anastasia McKinley. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Chapter 2.2: Boiling Point


Laurence meets up with Faye a few days later. He tries to apologize for leaving her alone that night, explaining that he had an early business meeting and he didn't want to wake her.


Faye doesn't buy it for one second. She dumps him then and there, vowing never to allow herself to be so easily seduced again.


It doesn't take her long to find a rebound man though. Louis Singleton just broke up with his girlfriend Yvonne and is, once again, single. Faye decides not to waste this opportunity.


"I'm really glad you and Yvonne broke up," she whispers in his ear.

Louis grins. "I only started dating her because you were off limits at the time. I wanted to tell you, Faye, but then you and Laurence hooked up..."

"I'm not off limits anymore," Faye murmurs.


He kisses her in reply.

"Be my girlfriend," he commands as they break apart.

Faye hesitates. "Was that a question or an order?" she asks.

"Come on," he urges. "You and I would be great together."

Faye frowns. She's not sure she likes the idea of being tied down right now, but she reluctantly agrees.


Anastasia is really excited that her sister has finally found someone to go steady with. She's already trying to discuss wedding plans.


"Geez Ana," Faye complains. "You are just like Mom. Did she put you up to this?! Really, did she?"

Anastasia laughs. "Don't be so paranoid, sis. I swear, Mom did not tell me to say that. I honestly just really like Louis. I think he's perfect for you."

Faye rolls her eyes. Ana is and always has been a horrible liar. "What a load of crap," she mutters as she walks upstairs to her bedroom.


Elijah pokes his head in after Faye leaves. "Well?" he asks. "What did she say?"

"I did everything you wanted, just as you wanted me to," Ana grumbles. "I hit the high points, avoided the low points, and even managed to squeeze in a line about how perfect Louis is. And yet she still won't discuss a wedding."

Elijah sighs. "I was afraid of that."

"Can I have my twenty Simoleons now?" she demands.


 Benni Blackburn, a local country musician, agrees to join Faye's band.

...Too bad they never get any gigs.


Faye doesn't mind though. She simply enjoys playing her guitar, whether or not anybody's actually listening.


Heath meets up with Faye later that night.

"I'm thinking about moving out," Faye announces as they play foosball.

Heath makes a face. "Why?!" he asks, sounding appalled.

"Cause my parents are driving me crazy! If they're not nagging me to get a job, they're nagging me to get married. I swear, it's like they don't think I'm responsible enough to make my own decisions!"

"Yeah, but think about all the perks!" Heath exclaims. "Free food, clean sheets, no bills... I wouldn't trade that for just a little more independence."

"Heath, they gave me a curfew! A goddamn curfew! They're treating me like I'm sixteen!"

"How are you going to afford it?" he demands. "May I remind you that you don't actually have any income right now..."

Faye sighs. "I know, I know. I'll figure something out though."


Faye's mom and Faye's sister. Sitting on the couch. Discussing baby names.

...Faye wonders if this kind of torture is even legal.


Heath comes over that afternoon to cheer her up. He tries to distract her by explaining the theory of relativity.

...Without uttering a single word.

"This is stupid," Faye complains irritably. " I hate charades."


After he tires of that game, Heath drags Faye with him to the local library. He wants to see if they have a copy of Leonard Prosper's book "I'm Still Cool". He swears it's for a friend.

"Who's that?" Faye asks quietly, pulling Heath aside. "I don't recognize them."

Heath turns around and gawks. "Them?" he says, pointing.

Faye's eyes widen. "Shh! Heath, be quiet!"

"Sorry," he mumbles apologetically. "That's Dr. Ryan Romulus and his wife, Genevieve. They just moved to town a few weeks ago," he explains. "Apparently, he's some big shot neurosurgeon from the city."

Faye watches them closely. She can't help but notice how fragile the woman looks. "Why would a famous doctor move to Appaloosa Plains?"

Heath leans in and lowers his voice. "I heard that his wife is dying, and he wants to give her some peace and quiet before she goes. Maybe he hopes the fresh country air will do her some good?"

Faye frowns. "Perhaps," she replies skeptically.


Faye and Louis continue seeing each other regularly. After dating for a few weeks, Faye decides that she really likes Louis. She wouldn't describe her feelings toward him as "love" exactly, but she enjoys his company well enough. He treats her so sweetly, so delicately, that sometimes she wonders how she managed to find such a nice guy.

Yet, other times, she thinks that maybe he's just a bit too nice. The way he looks at her, with such tender passion in his big brown eyes, scares her shitless. She's not ready to make the ultimate commitment, not yet anyway, and she really hopes he understands that.


Oh well. Something to worry about another day. Tonight, Faye has more important thoughts to occupy her mind.

"Sweetheart," she murmurs, attempting to sound seductive. "Do you wanna come back to my place tonight?"

Louis pulls away slightly and meets Faye's steady gaze. "But, I thought... What about your family?" he asks, confused.

Faye grins. "We'll have the whole place to ourselves. My father's at work, my sister's busy with prom, and my mom is away at a horse race. It will be just the two of us."

Louis looks pensive for a moment. "Don't you want to wait?"

She shakes her head. "Wait for what?" Faye retorts. "I'm ready now."


After her experience with Laurence, Faye is eager to try woohoo out again. This time though, she's not going to let herself get hurt. This time, she's going to be in charge. This time, Faye is certain nothing will go wrong...


"FAYE ROSALIE MCKINLEY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"


Scarlett's shrill screams fill the air, echoing against the pale pink walls. She turns around and covers her eyes, throwing a pile of clothes at the bed. "Get dressed this instant, child!" she shrieks as she slams the door shut.

Before Faye can even say a word, Louis is dressed and gone.


After she hears Louis leave, Scarlett marches right back into Faye's room, the image of her daughter's half naked boyfriend still burning furiously in her mind.

Faye stands there silently in a state of half shock, not ready to believe that really just happened.


Scarlett, however, does not hesitate. "God dammit, Faye! What were you thinking?!" she shouts angrily. "I can't believe you would bring a boy home to our house, a house you share with not only your father and me but your highly impressionable teenage sister! That kind of behavior is just unacceptable! Absolutely unacceptable!"

Faye clenches her teeth, fighting the urge to yell back. Finally, Scarlett leaves, telling Faye that she wants to give her time to "think about her actions".


Faye thinks about it alright, and she thinks it's time to leave. The next morning, she wakes up early and snags the newspaper, spending the better part of an hour searching through the classifieds.

One ad in particular grabs her attention. A full-time, live-in nanny position. She calls right away and schedules an interview.


Meanwhile, Anastasia celebrates her adult birthday and moves out. She and her high school boyfriend Derrick Schmidt (with the pink hair) marry the following day.


Faye shows up to the interview late. A young man, in his early to mid thirties, answers the door.

"You're late," he says, beckoning her inside.

"Yes. Sorry, I-"

"Don't," he interrupts. "I do not tolerate excuses around my house."

Faye fidgets uncomfortably. "Err, right. Okay. Sorry."

"I'm Ryan, Ryan Romulus," he tells her, extending his hand in greeting. His voice is low and serious, and Faye immediately gets the impression that this man means business.

"Dr. Ryan Romulus?" she asks, trying to maintain eye contact. She finds him oddly intimidating.

"So, you've heard of me?" he responds, without the faintest glimmer of a smile.

"Yes, I-"

"It's a small town, I suppose. I really shouldn't be surprised."


Faye waits for the questions, the interview, but Dr. Romulus just stands there silently, as though lost in his own thoughts.

"So," she says at last. "About the job..."

He clears his throat. "Right, yes. I am looking for a live-in nanny and housekeeper," he explains. "In exchange for room, board, and a weekly salary, I expect you to cook, clean, and take care of the baby. As the nanny, you will have your own bedroom and bathroom, next to the nursery, and I will give you two nights off a week. My house rules are simple. No guests, no parties, no loud music. I work a very busy and irregular schedule at the hospital, so I expect you to take full responsibility of the baby, night or day. I don't want to be bothered unless it's an emergency. Do we have a deal?"

Faye quirks an eyebrow. "Don't you want to know anything about me?" she asks. "My background, my work experience, my-"

"I ran a thorough background check before you arrived, and you come highly recommended," he tells her. Faye vaguely wonders who gave her such a glowing review, but she knows better than to ask. "Do we have a deal?" he repeats, more sharply this time.

Faye frowns. "I want to meet the baby," she announces.

"What?"

"The baby. I want to meet your baby."


Faye picks up the tiny newborn and smiles. The little girl gurgles contentedly and grabs Faye's finger. Compared to her gruff, serious father, Faye finds the child delightful.

"She's beautiful," Faye tells him. "What's her name?"

"Audrey," he says quietly.


"I'd love to work here," she says at last, laying the the baby back down in her crib. "But shouldn't your wife have a say in who you hire?"

"My wife is dead," he replies, his voice hollow and distant. "She passed away after Audrey was born."

Faye stifles a gasp. "I'm so sorry," she whispers.

Dr. Romulus ignores her. "I expect you here first thing on Monday morning. I'll have your room ready by then."

Faye nods and walks to the door, choking back the millions of questions floating around in her head. She's excited to move out, to get away from her parents, but she's not entirely sure how she feels about her new boss. He just seems so cold.


Elijah and Scarlett are thrilled with Faye's news. They can't wait to have the house all to themselves again.


Louis, on the other hand, has the opposite reaction.

"You're going to do what?!" he yells.

"I'm going to be a live-in nanny," Faye replies. "The man lost his wife, Louis, and he needs someone to care for his daughter."

"Why don't you move in with me?" he demands. "I don't like the idea of you sharing a house with a strange man."

"God, Louis. You're being ridiculous! Dr. Romulus is a well-know, highly respected doctor. You need to quit this jealousy crap."

"Did you even hear me?! Why don't you move in with me?"

Faye freezes. "Louis," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully. "I think I need a break."

"A break?" he repeats, confused.

"Yes. I think you and I need to take a break. From each other."


Challenge Notes:

Whew. That was a long chapter. I had trouble writing this one because all the major events occurred over the period of just a couple of days in game, so making the time frame seem believable in story was hard. Oh, and the scene with Scarlett and Faye. Yeah, that was awkward. Honestly, I couldn't decide whether or not to use it, because it just made me so uncomfortable! However, as the driving force behind Faye's reason for moving, I figured I just had to go for it. Sorry.

Also hard: Trying to make the live-in nanny angle work. I'm hoping that it seemed believable because I thought the concept was just too interesting not to use. However, I've never been a live-in nanny before (I did work as a nanny though for a couple of years), so I'm not sure if that's the way it actually happens. Oh, well. It's called fiction for a reason I guess. =)

As for my roll, Ryan is technically the "help" for Faye's single parent with help roll, although I kind of flipped it for the story. I didn't cheat at all to set up the scenario, but I did fudge things a bit in the story. I moved Ryan and his wife Genevieve into a random house in AP, and then once she was at about day 2 in her pregnancy I used Master Controller to add them to my household. Next, I moved Scarlett and Elijah in with Nathaniel (again using Master Controller) and had Faye sell the old house and buy the new property, officially Ryan's house. I couldn't afford the new house without selling the old one, so that's why I kicked Scarlett and Elijah out. =(

Also, I just want to make it clear that while I claim Ryan is a neurosurgeon, he's actually just an organ donor (level 1 in the medical career). Faye has not been busking at all (even though that's her career), so money is a bit tight right now. I was really hoping to do more with her band, but it's been a while and still no gigs. Seriously, EA messed that up big time.

Ryan is loosely (and I mean very loosely) cloned from Ryanne Roman from the Roman Random Legacy by Melissa (yangthecat/calisims). I made her a boy, tweaked a lot of her features, and changed her hair and eye color, so the resemblance is minimal. Ryan's house was also created by Melissa. It's a beautiful mid-century modern style home and comes highly recommended. Here's a link. The bedrooms (which you will see more of in the future) were decorated by me.

Here is my generation 3 roll:

Marital Status: Single Parent with Help (Again!)
Number of Children: 2 (Again!)
Primary Income: Music (Rock Star)
Secondary Income: Author
Generation Goal: Fufilled
Miscellaneous Fun: It's So You (Again!)

Monday, December 5, 2011

Chapter 1.8: The Obvious Truth


"You want me to do what?!" Elijah asks as he leans in closer to Kanoa. Surely he just misunderstood him. Kanoa can't really have just said that.

"Sabotage Scarlett and Spirit. It's simple," Kanoa explains quietly. "Just pour this liquid over Spirit's hay the day before the race, and he'll be too sick to compete."

Elijah picks up the bottle and carefully examines the substance inside. "Kanoa," he says slowly. "You know I'd do anything for you. You have been so good to me all these years. You gave me a job, trusted me as your partner, and even saved me from jail. But," he adds, his voice growing hard. "I won't hurt Spirit. Poisoning that horse would be like poisoning my wife, and I just won't do it."


Kanoa looks like he's been slapped. "You'd choose the love of your wife over the advantages of our friendship?" he asks, disgusted.

"Yes," Elijah answers without hesitation.

"Fine," Kanoa snaps. "But you will regret it. How long do you think that lovely wife of yours is going to stick around once she learns that you've been involved in my gang all these years? Not only will she leave, I can guarantee you she will take the children with her. Then what will you have left?" he spits, his eyes narrowed in angry vengeance. "Absolutely nothing. No job. No family. No friends. No nothing."


Elijah sits there in furious silence for a minute. Finally, he picks up the bottle and puts it in his pocket. "I'll do it," he whispers, his voice trembling with anger.

Kanoa smirks. "I thought so," he replies, rising from his seat. "Oh, and don't worry about apologizing. I don't need to hear you grovel," he tells him sarcastically.

"I'm not sorry," Elijah murmurs as the older man walks away.


Across town, Anastasia visits her good friend Derrick Schmidt. He aged into a teenager yesterday, and Ana's really excited to see him. He's a year younger than her, and he just seems so shy and awkward. It only makes Ana want to date him even more.

They chit chat for a while, but Anastasia quickly tires of the small talk. She wants her first kiss, and she wants it now.


She makes the first move, leaning in and gently pressing her lips to his.

Derrick looks surprised, his face turning a bright shade of fuchsia.


"What was that for?" he asks as Ana pulls away.

"Cause you're cute," she responds, giggling.

"Oh," he blushes.


She grabs his hand. "So, do you, uh, wanna go steady or whatever?"

He looks down at the floor and timidly nods his head.

Ana grins. "I think that means you have to kiss me now," she tells him.


He willingly obliges.


Downstairs, Faye makes friends with Derrick's older brother Rupert. Rupert's girlfriend Kristina broke up with him a few days ago, and Faye is certain that Nathaniel had a hand in the matter, although she's not entirely sure how.

She's actually rather pleased about it though. Now that Rupert's single, Faye is free to go out with him. Louis, Faye's old flame, recently became an adult, and Faye isn't too keen on waiting for him. Flirting is far too much fun to be stuck with only one partner.


Rupert makes a joke, and Faye laughs. She leans in toward him and brushes her hand against his arm. "Oh Rupert," she sighs. "I never realized how funny you were."

"Probably cause you never bothered talking to me before," he answers shyly.

"Probably because you were always hanging around Kristina," Faye retorts.


Rupert pulls her toward him. "I will never even look at Kristina again if you promise to be my girlfriend," he whispers in her ear.

"That's silly," Faye giggles. "You two have math class together." She tries to pull away, but Rupert holds her firm.

"You know what I mean Faye," he presses.

Faye begins to feel suffocated. She doesn't like the way her heart is pounding, and she feels self-conscious standing so close to him. "No," she says, jerking out of his grasp. "I- I gotta go. My parents will be worried..." She turns and flees, leaving Rupert to wonder what he said, or did, wrong.


The next morning while the kids are at school, Scarlett finds Elijah sitting alone on the sofa, staring blankly at the black television screen.

"What's going on?" she asks, sitting down beside him.

He jumps as though startled. "Nothing," he replies gruffly. "I was just... thinking."

Scarlett watches him curiously, wondering if she should push it. Ever since he got home last night, he's been acting quite odd. She decides not to ask. He will tell her when he's ready, she thinks. "You know what tomorrow is, hun?" she says with a grin.

"Huh?" He blinks, trying to focus on Scarlett's words. "Oh, tomorrow? It's that, uh, that race of yours."

"It's not just any race," she tells him. "It's the Veronaville Stakes, the biggest competition of the year. I think Spirit and I actually have a good chance to win this time. We've been training for it all summer, and I finally mastered that trick..."

As Scarlett chatters on, Elijah loses himself in the loud racket of his thoughts. He can't stop thinking about the task that lays before him, looming so large and heavy in the forefront of his mind.

"I need to go," he says abruptly, interrupting her. He gets up and walks outside, slamming the front door on his way out. Scarlett watches him leave, a look of hurt confusion on her face.


He makes his way to Spirit's stable, and the horse pops his nose out to say hello.

Elijah gently strokes Spirit's muzzle, murmuring to him softly. "You're getting older too, my friend," he whispers, noticing the white around Spirit's face. Spirit neighs quietly in agreement and bumps Elijah's elbow, politely begging for a carrot. Elijah reaches into his pocket, checking to see if he has a treat for the horse, when his hand hits the cold, hard glass bottle.

Sensing Eli's hesitation, Spirit whinnies and pushes his nose into Elijah's hand. "You're right," Elijah says, gazing into Spirit's dark black eyes. "I've pulled off this charade long enough. It's time for Scarlett to know the truth."

"The truth about what?" Scarlett's voice rings out from behind him, loud and clear.


Elijah takes a deep breath, bracing himself for a fight. If he doesn't tell her now, he's afraid he never will. "Scarlett," he begins. "I'm not a security guard. I work in the local criminal syndicate, and I have ever since we moved to Appaloosa Plains. I'm partners with the gang's leader, Kanoa Parrott. My late work hours, those nights when I wouldn't come home, my 'friends' from around town, they are all related to my job."

Scarlett looks taken aback. The sudden confession leaves her speechless for a minute. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?" she asks, her voice deadly quiet.

"Yes," he answers, hanging his head. "Do you remember Johnny Johnson, your boss from so many years ago? I was the one who beat him up. I put him in the hospital. Kanoa got me out of jail. I- I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Why?" Scarlett sounds weak, her voice shaking in an attempt not to cry.

"I didn't want to lose you," Elijah whispers. "I- I love you so much. I was afraid you'd leave me."


"You've gotta understand," he begs. "We were so poor, and no one would hire me. When Kanoa offered me a position in his company, I leaped at the opportunity to start supporting us. I wanted to be able to give you everything you dreamed about. A horse, and a ranch, and a family. I was just so desperate. Please, try and understand..." Elijah turns away, not wanting to let her see him cry.

"I do understand."

"Scarlett, don't leave me! I- I- What?" Elijah looks up and meets Scarlett's steady gaze.

"Oh, Elijah! Do you really think I'm such an idiot?" she asks, smiling through her tears. "I've known about your career, and the fight, for years. Ever since Nadira moved to town. That woman couldn't keep a secret if her life depended on it."

"You... You knew? This whole time?"

"Yes," she says bluntly.

"And you aren't mad?"

"Your job, or career, or whatever you call it, doesn't make me happy," she replies honestly. "But what bothers me more is that you felt the need to lie about it."


Elijah wraps his arms around Scarlett, wiping a tear off her cheek. "How could I have gotten so lucky?" he muses. "You are the best wife a man could ask for."

"And don't you forget it," she laughs. "Just promise me one thing Elijah."

"Anything, my dear."

"Don't ever make me sell my horse again."

Elijah smiles. "Agreed."


The following afternoon, Elijah dresses up and heads to the equestrian center to cheer on Scarlett during her big race. Apparently, even Spirit knows there's a lot of money involved.

Team McKinley wins the race by a mile, beating out Kanoa and his horse Duke. Scarlett couldn't be happier.


The next day, Elijah and his buddy Nadira take care of Kanoa.

Nadira never forgets a grudge.


She dreams of running the gang herself, and she's not afraid to show Kanoa who's boss.


Even wearing high heels, she kicks Kanoa's ass, easily putting the old man in his place. Kanoa retires that same afternoon and hands the keys to his criminal empire over to Nadira.


A few weeks later, Nathaniel celebrates his adult birthday with a big party, and everyone in Appaloosa Plains (invited or not) shows up to join in the festivities. Nathaniel's on-again, off-again girlfriend Beth Blanco (just to the right of Nathan, above Anastasia) is really (REALLY!) excited.


After a quick wardrobe change (Nathaniel thought the neck scarf thing was just a bit too feminine), Elijah pulls his son aside to say goodbye. Nathan won't be going far (just across town), but Eli wants to know what his plans are after graduation. Nathaniel tells him that he intends to audition for the symphony.

"I want to be a famous pianist," he explains to his father. "I want to perform in front of Sim Nation's elite, for people who will actually sit down to listen to my music. Who knows? Maybe someday I'll even be able to write compositions for movie soundtracks!"

Elijah attempts to be enthusiastic about his son's career choice. He will always love and support him, no matter what job he has, but the soundtrack part baffles him.


Scarlett also wants to say goodbye. Now that her eldest child is all grown up, there's only one thing on her mind.

"When should I start knitting the stockings?" she asks, only kind of joking.

"What?" Nathaniel sounds confused.

"Stockings," she repeats. "For all those grandchildren I am expecting."

Nathan laughs nervously and quickly excuses himself.


...Only to be cornered by his grandfather. Ryder gives his grandson some solid, time-tested advice.

"Use a condom," he warns. "And don't share needles." With a wink, he walks away, muttering about the lack of alcoholic beverages at this party.

And with those lovely parting words, Nathaniel leaves, heading to his own home on the far side of town.


Two guests, however, stick around for a while. Faye's current fling Rupert showed up for the bash, as did a now very grown up Louis.

Louis doesn't look too happy about Faye's other romance, but she doesn't even seem to notice.


The following afternoon, Anastasia brings her boyfriend Derrick home for the first time. She sees a promising future for the two of them, and she really wants her mom to meet him.

Scarlett definitely approves.


Faye's new BFF Heath Singleton, Louis' little brother, comes over later that day.

"You know why I originally made friends with you?" he asks as they sit around talking.

"Yeah," Faye laughs. "So you could meet Ana. She's totally taken Heath."

"WRONG!" he grins. "Louis put me up to it. He said he'd pay me twenty Simoleons to figure out if you and Rupert are serious. He wants to know if he even stands a chance."

"Well, what did you tell him?"

"I haven't, cause you haven't told me." Faye doesn't say anything, so Heath presses further. "So?" he asks. "Are you two an 'item' now or what?"

Faye frowns. "No," she admits. "We're not."

"Seriously?!" Heath sounds surprised. "But Rupert's told everyone at school that you guys are steady!"

"He hasn't!" she gasps.

Heath nods. "He's such a tool. I didn't think you'd choose that loser over my brother."

Faye rolls her eyes. "You assume too much, Heath. I never said I wanted to date Louis either."

"Oh, I just figured. I mean, with all the gossip..."

"Gossip," Faye spits with word out like venom. "I can't stand it!"


"You sure hate being the center of attention," Heath observes.

"No," Faye corrects. "I hate people talking about me behind my back. It's different."

"Well, you better get used to it. Rock stars deal with a lot of publicity."

"I'm not going to be a rock star then. I don't care about fame or any of that other nonsense. I just want to play my guitar."

After Heath leaves that night, Faye immediately calls up Rupert and breaks it off. She never liked him that much anyway.


Challenge Notes:

Generation 1 is officially completed! Faye, my heir, is about to age up so I can get her story underway next chapter. Here is a reminder of my generation 2 roll:

Marital Status: Single Parent with Help
Number of Children: 2
Primary Income: Busker
Secondary Income: Medical
Generation Goal: Hobby, or Obsession?
Miscellaneous Fun: It's So You

My only other remark is about Ryder. He's getting so old (currently he's 110...  my age span is set to 100), but I really wanted to show him at least one more time before he dies. I'm going to miss him. </3

His advice to Nathaniel is exactly what my grandmother used to tell me. Every time I'd walk out the door to go somewhere (visit a friend, pick up her dry cleaning, etc.) she'd say, in a concerted effort to sound young and hip, "Remember dear, don't share needles!" She added the part about the condoms later, once she realized her original remark no longer shocked me. God, I love that woman.