Monday, May 24, 2010

The calm before the storm

Seeing how a legacy doesn’t truly start until after graduation, I have nothing official to report. Sir Seavey is still at the university. He’s been rather busy. So I thought perhaps a quick peek wouldn’t hurt and besides, who doesn’t enjoy looking at Orrin?

Orrin stares at his congealed cold tasteless macaroni and cheese. He sighs heavily. His eyes flutter momentarily as if adjusting to the lighting. Where have you been? Raising his eyes towards where he’s sure she’s lurking, his eyebrow quirks quizzically. Nothing? That’s the best you can do?
Pushing from the table he stretches, elongating his muscular form. He rolls his head, loosening the muscles in his neck and shoulders. Try not to drool. He chuckles heading towards the showers.
He knows me so well…

Orrin chuckles seemingly to himself. Is that necessary?
Yes the photo unfortunately did not crop as I had intended. While I’m sure your fans wont object, it may get deleted from the server that hosts this picture.
I see… very well then. Orrin continues to shower with hungry eyes upon him. He carries out his daily routine as if nothing is amiss. You may want to bring your so called readers up to date.
Um… right.
*wavy lines of flashback*

Teen Orrin arrived safely at the dorms of Le something-something…
Pathetic, you don’t even remember the name of my college.
*waves a dismissive hand and continues* His first year was rather uneventful. He did the usual college thing, picked a room, skilled, went to class, met students, met professors and hung out.

ACR decided it would have a bit of fun with our man, Orrin.
Fun? You call this fun?
Was it really so bad Orrin?
Orrin pauses for a moment and grins. No, not all bad. I will admit I will never fully understand the convoluted mind of a college girl.
*giggles* Yes, this one particular girl made a beeline for our Orrin, made out with him and when he tried to flirt back
She snubbed me.
I tried to stop you. You were persistent.
There are other women. It is her loss.

I sent him around looking for jacket kids. Mostly I needed them to spawn seeing how it’s a new school… and spawn they did.

The clothing he transitioned in was hideous. Well I wasn’t fond of them anyhow. He didn’t seem to mind much. Yet he didn’t complain when I sent him downtown to go shopping. I was hoping he would run in to the diva or perhaps a vampire or even a witch… instead he met Mr. Big and a cute teen for a future spouse.

I’d like to get back to the other women…
I’m sure you would. You have two very enamored women. They both are madly in love with you. You can only marry one of them.
I’m still in school. I have plenty of time to decide. I intend to keep my options open.
*raises an amused eyebrow*

Orrin did well in meeting the jacket crew and was inducted before the end of his sophomore year. I’m actually impressed, it usually takes me a generation or two to get one inducted so quickly.
It’s the Seavey charm.
*laughs* If you say so… Personally I think he looks spiffy in his uniform.
Orrin pauses and stares in disbelief. Did you just say… spiffy?
*end wavy lines of flashback*

By this time we are closing in on the end of his sophomore year. A lot happens in his last two years, starting with picking a spouse. He has the two that I’ve mentioned and… *blinks* you’re smiling?
What’s not to smile about? I have two women that fawn all over me and I look… spiffy.
*groans* Anyhow, Orrin really is enjoying himself. I figured why not? He has a life time of suffering ahead of him, let him enjoy his college days.
One woman has two bolts and the other has three. Lightening bolts aside, I have picked his spouse for him.
You’ve what?!
He has passed his finals with flying colors as always. He’s a 4.0 student after all and now the dice come out. Do we change his aspiration or not? Odd he changes, even he remains the same.
Again with the blasted dice?
*scoffs* My dice have been kind to you.

Another thing he must do is move out of the dorm. It is time to establish his Geek House.
Greek House, I refuse to be associated with a ‘Geek’ house.
*blinks* Orrin?
Do not turn around… just trust me for once…
He raises a questioning eyebrow, folding his arms before him he stares silently before deciding if he should trust her or not.
Crisis over… okay so he has found himself a placement holder and is taking full advantage of living alone.

Woman, you’re making me look as if I am some sort of pansy.
Not at all… I simply enjoy watching… erm… so he is um…
You’re drooling again.

He is enjoying the geek house a bit too much and all the free pizzas are now getting stuffed in to his backpack. Much to his dismay he has gained a bit of weight and is bordering obese. Seeing how lazy our man here is, I have opted to get him a dance bar. While it raises his fun, it raises his body as well. Slowly perhaps but maybe we can keep him on the north side of that body bar.

So another year has passed. He is still an excellent student. He has one year left to sow those wild oats of his. Then it will be time to settle down and get serious about his legacy and his future.
Orrin harrumphs, folding his arms across his chest. Start getting serious? I am serious about my future.

*blinks* I think I know what your secondary aspiration will be…
What? Wait!

Friday, February 5, 2010

A rocky start

"I'm not sure this is truly necessary. I feel fine. I assure you my son is fine." Waylon peers at the cameraman skeptically. "Who did you say you were working for again?"
"And that's it. We got what we need. Thanks for stopping by." The pair are escorted quickly to the door which is locked immediately upon their exit.

"Ah it feels good to be out of there." Waylon takes a deep cleansing breath. "Orrin?"
"Yes, Father?"
"Are you okay, son?"
"I'm not sure." He looks down at his hands and body confused. He ponders his feeling of deja vu and unease. Something isn't quite right. "Father, where are we?"
"At the edge of Nowhere." Waylon looks around. "We're at Deadman's Corner."
Orrin turns slowly peering at his father through renewed eyes. He's not the same. I'm certainly not the same. What sort of trickery is this?
Orrin spots a mirror at the back of the relatively empty lot and walks cautiously towards it.

He stops short staring in disbelief at his reflection. This isn't happening. Surely she wouldn't subject me to this again. Once was difficult enough. She wouldn't. His voice barely above a whisper, "No..."
"Did you say something?"
"No, Father."
Where are you, Woman? Why did you do this to me? Why me? Explain yourself!

You're right. She didn't do this to you. I did.
He turns slowly not recognizing the voice. I don't know you. Explain.
I'm Roo. I'm a friend of Keth's and she was kind enough to give me a clone to abuse... erm use for my own legacy.
Preposterous! She would never... and why do I sound like this? He pauses lost in thought. A small gleam in his eyes as a grin plays at the corners of his mouth. You've changed me. I'm no longer a cheese freak. I no longer am a family or pleasure sim. Why?
Simply put, I rolled the dice. 1-2 you'd be family, 3-4 you'd be pleasure, 5-6 you'd be knowledge. Each one represents a stage in your original self's life. As a teen you rolled family, in college you rolled pleasure up until you took fate in to your own hands and made yourself a cheesehead. Then after college, you rolled knowledge. I rolled a 6.
Again my fate is left to the roll of a die. What happened here? What is with this odd named empty lot?
*wavy lines of flashback*

I had to prepare the hood. I can't stand the binned folks wandering around mucking up my play so I tend to break them up or kill them off. Send them for adoption, etc.
Hence the name of the lot... how many did you kill?
*blinks* This time, surprisingly no one. Most were given a makeover and sent off to be townies. The children were aged up and sent either to college or to be townies.
None? Pathetic.
Perhaps. I'm not finished. I still have to add a shopping district and perhaps downtown for you to visit. There will be more binned folk to deal with and some are destined for death by flies.
Orrin grins, Brutal.
*end wavy lines of flashback*
Say good-bye to your father, its time for you to go.

Go? I just got here. Where are you sending me?
College. You're going back to school to find yourself a wife and an education.
Before I do, we need to set some ground rules.
*raises an eyebrow* This should prove entertaining.
Listen here. I have had enough of this attitude with the woman I don't need it with you as well. There will be some ground rules so you don't go and muck up my life more so than you have already.
*smirks* You're at my mercy now, Sport. Go say good-bye and make the call.
Sport? Did you just call me SPORT?! That is unacceptable. You will cease with the nicknames and listen to my demands.
Listen, Sp-... Orrin. My wrist hurts, my back hurts, I'm getting tired and lemme tell you something, if I get tired while playing... bad things happen.
This is not over. You will hear from me again.
I'm sure I will. In the meantime. Father. Phone. Cab.
What will be come of Father?
If you cooperate, towniedom. He'll live forever as young as he is now... or if you choose to be difficult, I can do death by flies. Choose.
Orrin pauses and contemplates his choices. Agreed.

"Good-bye, Father."
"Bye, Orrin." The men hug their farewell. "Son?"
"Yes, Father."
"Where are you going?" Waylon takes a step back and looks at him with concern.
"College." Orrin gives him a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"It isn't me I'm worried about." Waylon pats his son on the shoulder. "We've never had the 'talk'." He blushes softly feeling uneasy. He steps back once more distancing himself from the boy.
"That's quite alright, Father. I know enough about that subject and what I don't know I am sure to learn in college."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Orrin raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. "Be that as it may, I am leaving now and I wish you well." He turns on his heel and grabs the phone to call for transportation.

See you on the flip side, Orrin.
Just keep your promise and take care of my father.
I will.

Okay, Waylon. Click on the cat and go downtown.
*shoos Waylon*
Waylon looks confused as he stares at the cat before wandering off the lot in search of his wife and his former life.

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