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#151
14th Jul 2012 at 3:06 PM
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Heaven, just a question :-) are we allowed to put in our chapter without the pictures, and then later on edit the post by adding the pics? :-)
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#152
14th Jul 2012 at 4:04 PM
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Quote: Originally posted by waterjay
Heaven, just a question :-) are we allowed to put in our chapter without the pictures, and then later on edit the post by adding the pics? :-) |
I'd really rather you didn't. If, for some reason you HAVE to, that's fine. Otherwise, I'd say post when your story is 95-100% complete and just use edit for small things like spelling or fixing up a paragraph or so.
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#153
14th Jul 2012 at 10:39 PM
I'm regretting Sims 3 for a different reason... I still have several more sets to build. And picking a nice world with plenty of room to put new buildings means that I also have to build sims to populate it. At least in Sims 2 you could find Goopy, Ivy Copur, Benjamin Long, etc. as soon as you started a game and went to a community lot.
(Not to mention that this would be a lot simpler if I could use the Pose Player...)
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(Not to mention that this would be a lot simpler if I could use the Pose Player...)
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#154
15th Jul 2012 at 12:08 AM
Posts: 159
Quote: Originally posted by heaven
I'd really rather you didn't. If, for some reason you HAVE to, that's fine. Otherwise, I'd say post when your story is 95-100% complete and just use edit for small things like spelling or fixing up a paragraph or so. |
Alright, my pc is a little bit screwed up so that's why I wanted to know. I'm typing the story on the ipad for now, and waiting for the pc to get fixed so that I can take the pics
#155
15th Jul 2012 at 12:21 AM
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Quote: Originally posted by waterjay
Alright, my pc is a little bit screwed up so that's why I wanted to know. I'm typing the story on the ipad for now, and waiting for the pc to get fixed so that I can take the pics |
Oh! I see what you mean. It wouldn't count towards getting everyone's entries in and starting Round 3 sooner. That would only happen if all the entries were complete. Otherwise, if all the other entries came in and we started judging, you'd lose out on all those picture points. If the PC isn't fixed by the deadline though, definitely post what you have then because any points are better than none.
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"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#156
15th Jul 2012 at 4:56 AM
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I can tell you right now I won't be getting my entry in earlier. I haven't had time to even really think about it. I'll get it done - I just hope to be able to get all this other stuff done first. But this story is more interesting and it will take precedence if I run close to out of time
#158
16th Jul 2012 at 7:35 AM
Big (belated) thanks to the judges for all their helpful comments and for being so quick with them, judging all these must be as much work as actually writing them, maybe more, especially the more involved the stories get! D:
This made me lol so much but it’s true! I had no idea people would be that interested in the Red’s history...suppose I should plan to explain more than I initially intended to! Also, thanks for the comments about the character, I think character development was one of the things I struggled with last time so good to know I might be improving Not many answers planned next chapter though, maybe more questions!
@Heaven, I was just listening to a certain song by a lovely Brit that made me realise these aren’t book quotes. I was wondering where you got them (I must've missed it on the front page...or I'm just forgetful!) Now I’m gonna have to find the song that goes with every quote, dammit!
Guys, rules are good! Rules help control the fun. ~ Monica E. Geller
Quote: Originally posted by Viva1994
Writing is such a cut throat, 400th draft, intuitive process; it's wonderful to be judged on how I'm doing. (even if it makes me question my entire process, forget what I've learned, eventually forget how to breathe, and then end up gasping for breath on the ground in a pile of angst sometimes) Thank you. |
This made me lol so much but it’s true! I had no idea people would be that interested in the Red’s history...suppose I should plan to explain more than I initially intended to! Also, thanks for the comments about the character, I think character development was one of the things I struggled with last time so good to know I might be improving Not many answers planned next chapter though, maybe more questions!
@Heaven, I was just listening to a certain song by a lovely Brit that made me realise these aren’t book quotes. I was wondering where you got them (I must've missed it on the front page...or I'm just forgetful!) Now I’m gonna have to find the song that goes with every quote, dammit!
Guys, rules are good! Rules help control the fun. ~ Monica E. Geller
#159
16th Jul 2012 at 2:40 PM
Last edited by heaven : 16th Jul 2012 at 2:52 PM.
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Quote: Originally posted by missroxor
@Heaven, I was just listening to a certain song by a lovely Brit that made me realise these aren’t book quotes. I was wondering where you got them (I must've missed it on the front page...or I'm just forgetful!) Now I’m gonna have to find the song that goes with every quote, dammit! |
Happy Hunting!!!
No, really, I can tell you, unless you want to guess.
“I tell myself that I'll be strong.” - Ellie Goulding, Lights
“Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds.” - Adele, Rumour Has It
“God knows I'm tough enough…” - Jason Mraz, I Won't Give Up
“He's a devil in disguise…” - Carrie Underwood, Cowboy Casanova
“I remember you said "Don't leave me here alone".” - Taylor Swift, Safe and Sound
“I'm just like you, only prettier.” - Miranda Lambert, Only Prettier
Of course there is one in the next round I can't remember to save my life. Thanks miss, thanks a lot.
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"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#160
17th Jul 2012 at 6:02 PM
It will probably come back to you. At 3 AM.
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#161
18th Jul 2012 at 8:22 AM
Quote: Originally posted by Heaven
Round 2: Bonus Worth 5 points Hero costume time! Introduce an outfit (it doesn’t have to be a permanent choice) that your hero could use as his/her costume. |
Can I just clarify, does the outfit have to look super hero-ey? Will judges be scoring on whether it could pass as a super hero's outfit if you know what I mean? I just finished up all my pics but it's occured to me that while my outfit change fits my storyline, it might be a bit too "normal" looking D: She only wears it in the last two pics though so I could change it relatively easily but I'll be gutted if I have to 'cause It's adorable!
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#162
18th Jul 2012 at 2:50 PM
Now I remember what I wanted to ask. :doh:
If the excerpt is used more than once (Same quote, just used twice...) does it have to be highlighted each time?
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If the excerpt is used more than once (Same quote, just used twice...) does it have to be highlighted each time?
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#163
18th Jul 2012 at 2:50 PM
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Quote: Originally posted by missroxor
Can I just clarify, does the outfit have to look super hero-ey? Will judges be scoring on whether it could pass as a super hero's outfit if you know what I mean? I just finished up all my pics but it's occured to me that while my outfit change fits my storyline, it might be a bit too "normal" looking D: She only wears it in the last two pics though so I could change it relatively easily but I'll be gutted if I have to 'cause It's adorable! |
No, it doesn't have to be hero-y. It doesn't have to have a cape. Though I might give you 6 points instead of 5 if you manage to work THAT in.
Just kidding about the cape. I'm an EJ so I don't even GIVE scores.
Quote: Originally posted by Ghost sdoj
Now I remember what I wanted to ask. :doh: If the excerpt is used more than once (Same quote, just used twice...) does it have to be highlighted each time? |
As long as it is italicized or bolded or underlined or whatever once, that's fine. Just so we can see that you've used it. I will note that you do get scored on how well you use it so bold the one you want to be judged on.
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#164
18th Jul 2012 at 10:55 PM
Quote: Originally posted by heaven
No, it doesn't have to be hero-y. It doesn't have to have a cape. Though I might give you 6 points instead of 5 if you manage to work THAT in. |
Funnily enough that was my first thought! Didn't somebody geeky once say all the best super heros have capes? My next thought was tights but I scrapped that too :/ oh well, I have some hero-y boots, that's gonna have to do! :p
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#165
19th Jul 2012 at 4:30 AM
Posts: 293
Quote: Originally posted by missroxor
Funnily enough that was my first thought! Didn't somebody geeky once say all the best super heros have capes? My next thought was tights but I scrapped that too :/ oh well, I have some hero-y boots, that's gonna have to do! :p |
Hehe. This made me think of the movie The Incredibles. "No capes!"
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#166
19th Jul 2012 at 4:34 AM
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Quote: Originally posted by Qnshr5
Hehe. This made me think of the movie The Incredibles. "No capes!" ` |
Me too! xD Gosh I loved that movie... *Goes to find the DVD*
I had a bit too much fun with my superhero outfit...
#167
19th Jul 2012 at 5:28 AM
Last edited by spladoum : 19th Jul 2012 at 5:45 AM.
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Eric Cowert is a brilliant doctor, but after he loses a young patient in surgery, his talent can't overcome his fear. His colleagues still believe in him, but he doesn't believe in himself, and his comeback trail is rapidly growing dark.
Nothing has changed.
I still come into the hospital whenever I'm called—and they literally call whenever. I still work back-to-back shifts. I still drink my breakfast from a cheap convenience store cup and my dinner from a rocks glass.
My assistant hasn't quit yet.
"Dr. Cowert? … did you sleep in here, sir? Those are the clothes you wore yesterday. Have you been here all night?"
"… yup. What time is it?"
"7:30."
My eyes are dried out, and my head is swimming from dehydration, hangover, very little sleep, or some combination of the three. All the same, when she sets my tea down, I see the set of bruises on her wrist.
She yanks her sweater sleeve over them and glares at me.
"… what the hell was that, Mrs. Hallenbeck?"
She's savvy enough not to make an excuse about running into the door frame or the couch. Besides, I'm a doctor. She knows better than to give me a line like that. "You already know what it is, and it's not open for discussion."
"As long as it didn't happen here, you mean."
"It didn't."
I do wonder how someone with such a strong backbone got herself into a situation like that. But she's right. It's not my business.
I still see Dr. Jyoti Pradyash, and she still tries to get me to open up a bit more about the Klarris County Fair incident. But there's honestly nothing to left say anymore. She's heard the story too many times, I can't add anything else in. So lately when I come to see her, she tries a new tactic. "Put your scrubs on," she insists.
"Go to hell."
"Let me clarify something for you that you appear to be failing to understand, Eric. This isn't a charity, it's a hospital. When you're repeatedly sent to therapy, it's because you have a problem. The job of the therapist is to help you to make some improvement, and I can't do my job if you just lay about wallowing in misery. And you can't do your job if you don't start at least trying to envision yourself as a surgeon." She holds the set of scrubs out to me. "Put them on. Now."
Her voice is so much like an impatient, harried mother's, that at first I respond like a sulky teenager, stomping away and doing what she says. Then my temper and my ego flare, I throw the top across the room, and we're arguing—she, occasionally falling into rapid-fire Hindi, and I, naked from the waist up. It's a stupid, childish argument and we both know it, but it doesn't stop us from raising our voices. We have enough self-control not to shove each other—thank god for the little things.
Afterwards she's tearful and I'm ashamed.
"I'll be right back," I mutter, and finally put the top on.
I can hear the muttering behind me as I walk through the corridors of the hospital in full scrubs. More than one voice asks Is he back? Is he really operating again? Not hardly, folks. I'm no hero, scrubs or no scrubs.
I reach my office without having to actually speak to anyone and find just what I was looking for in my desk: a half-full bottle and two glasses. Always be prepared.
I'm on my way back over to the psychiatry department when I hear another argument, and another familiar voice, begging. The piteous pleas are met with shouting, accusations.
Truthfully, I know this scene all too well. It happens a lot. A jealous lover shows up in the lobby and makes a big scene. Since work policy forbids us to get involved, we call security and watch to make sure none of the expensive equipment gets broken. Afterwards we either gossip about it, or have a laugh if the event was especially ridiculous.
But now everything is different. For starters, I'm the only one around. The receptionist is away from the area, and security's nowhere to be seen. For another thing, this isn't some random employee, it's my assistant. And I'm not going to watch some guy snap her wrist in two right in front of me, policy be damned.
I separate them and shove him backwards. "Time for you to go, isn't it?"
"The hell's your problem, buddy?" he slurs, though there's no smell of alcohol on him. Speech impediment, maybe? "I'm 'llowed t' talk t' her!"
"I didn't hear much talking going on. And since when do you talk by grabbing someone's wrist?"
"Who th' hell 're you?"
"Her boss," I snap, but he remains unimpressed, which suits me just fine. I need someone to scream at.
Mrs. Hallenbeck has paged security in the meanwhile, so a perfectly good argument is sadly cut short by the arrival of the guards. They're big men. Mr. Hallenbeck leaves the area under protest. But he does leave.
She won't look at me when I order her into the first aid room. Same bruises, different wrist. She has a matching set on her face. She leans on the counter and stares deep into the wall, all prickles and barbs. "I already know what you're thinking, doctor."
"Bet you don't."
"I'm sure you believe he's a devil in disguise—"
"What disguise?" I ask, flatly. She smiles, but it evaporates in seconds.
"That man isn't my husband. He's my brother, Aaron."
She stops speaking to swallow the pills I offer. After a hard gulp, she goes on. "This is … embarrassing for me, you see. Up until three months ago, he was waited on hand and foot by my mother. Now that she's remarried and her new husband doesn't want a virtual invalid in his house, it's fallen to me to take care of someone who can't handle being alone after a certain time of day. Aaron doesn't handle deviations from the routine all that well, he wants things done at the same time, in the same way, every day of the week. He needs that kind of structure, or he goes berserk. When you saw him just now, he was upset and afraid because he had been alone for too long. Normally I'm home by now, but tonight I had to stay. The legal department needed help finding files for the FDA study, I was roped into assisting, time got away from me, you saw the rest."
"I see why you make such a good assistant," I say as I touch cotton gauze to her swollen lips. "I suppose you have to be, when you're literally a clock-watcher for a spoiled brat."
She goes scarlet with anger, and her eyes turn away again. "That was a bit uncalled for, doctor."
"Uncalled for? Having your brother show up at your job to attack you instead of getting his own corn dogs for dinner isn't uncalled for? Just so you know, I've seen your files, Mrs. Hallenbeck. You've lost jobs because of this situation. Good jobs, too."
"How dare you."
"It wasn't my business before, but having this sort of thing happen in the middle of my hospital makes it my business. And it wouldn't have come up at all, except that it appears to be a pattern. And it's going to follow you from job to job unless you deal with it."
She stands up straight with no further ado. "If it's alright with you, Dr. Cowert, I'd like to get my things and go home, please."
"Of course you do. You're your mother's daughter, aren't you?"
And that's when she slapped me.
"Eric? … where have you been? What time is it?"
"It's 9:20, and I was taking care of a situation."
I set down the bottle and glasses. Dr. Pradyash blinks a few times and sits up slowly. "Did you take care of it?"
"Nope."
"My god, you're hopeless."
She comes over to where I am and takes a glass of whisky. She winces as it touches her lips. "Disgusting. Why do you drink this?"
"If it tasted better, I'd drink it more often. You don't want me to do that."
"… I suppose that's true."
Her caress is absent-minded. Once I move her hand, she starts a little and goes red. "I'm not in the mood. Not now, anyway. Your office is right down the hall, what took you so long?"
"My assistant."
"Myrna? … what was she still doing here? All clerical staff is off the clock by 5:30 at latest."
"You ever met her brother?"
"Once or twice, he's a fairly intense young man."
"If by intense you mean 'psychotic,' I'd agree with you."
She stares at me over the rim of her glass. "He has a great deal of separation anxiety, coupled with obsession-compulsion tendencies. Basically, if things aren't exactly the same all of the time, he becomes very fearful and lashes out. Why are you …"
Comprehension sets in, and she slumps. "Oh, Eric. Tell me you didn't pick on that girl about her brother."
"Next time I see her she's going to have a fractured wrist. Sorry for giving enough of a damn to try to keep that from happening."
"You're just a charging bull, aren't you? He's practically been abandoned by their mother, Myrna feels responsible for him. You're not going to be able to dissuade her from doing something she sees as a personal duty by loading her with contempt. I assure you she feels guilty enough without you piling on."
"Thank you, Dear Abby."
She sets the glass down. "You are a truly horrible human being, you know that?"
"Only when I'm conscious."
This time when I take her hand, she doesn't pull away. The zipper on the back of her dress opens easily, and her soft curves fit nicely against me. She, and the whisky, distract me for some time.
When I leave her office much later that night, I try to avoid my reflection in the mirrors.
Nothing has changed.
Current Plot Point: Embarrassing Rescue
Previous Plot Points: Mysterious Past
Word Count: 1,665
CC Used: Allowed--yes: store items, custom eyes, OMSP, tipsy OMSP, skin by HP
Nothing has changed.
I still come into the hospital whenever I'm called—and they literally call whenever. I still work back-to-back shifts. I still drink my breakfast from a cheap convenience store cup and my dinner from a rocks glass.
My assistant hasn't quit yet.
"Dr. Cowert? … did you sleep in here, sir? Those are the clothes you wore yesterday. Have you been here all night?"
"… yup. What time is it?"
"7:30."
My eyes are dried out, and my head is swimming from dehydration, hangover, very little sleep, or some combination of the three. All the same, when she sets my tea down, I see the set of bruises on her wrist.
She yanks her sweater sleeve over them and glares at me.
"… what the hell was that, Mrs. Hallenbeck?"
She's savvy enough not to make an excuse about running into the door frame or the couch. Besides, I'm a doctor. She knows better than to give me a line like that. "You already know what it is, and it's not open for discussion."
"As long as it didn't happen here, you mean."
"It didn't."
I do wonder how someone with such a strong backbone got herself into a situation like that. But she's right. It's not my business.
***
I still see Dr. Jyoti Pradyash, and she still tries to get me to open up a bit more about the Klarris County Fair incident. But there's honestly nothing to left say anymore. She's heard the story too many times, I can't add anything else in. So lately when I come to see her, she tries a new tactic. "Put your scrubs on," she insists.
"Go to hell."
"Let me clarify something for you that you appear to be failing to understand, Eric. This isn't a charity, it's a hospital. When you're repeatedly sent to therapy, it's because you have a problem. The job of the therapist is to help you to make some improvement, and I can't do my job if you just lay about wallowing in misery. And you can't do your job if you don't start at least trying to envision yourself as a surgeon." She holds the set of scrubs out to me. "Put them on. Now."
Her voice is so much like an impatient, harried mother's, that at first I respond like a sulky teenager, stomping away and doing what she says. Then my temper and my ego flare, I throw the top across the room, and we're arguing—she, occasionally falling into rapid-fire Hindi, and I, naked from the waist up. It's a stupid, childish argument and we both know it, but it doesn't stop us from raising our voices. We have enough self-control not to shove each other—thank god for the little things.
Afterwards she's tearful and I'm ashamed.
"I'll be right back," I mutter, and finally put the top on.
I can hear the muttering behind me as I walk through the corridors of the hospital in full scrubs. More than one voice asks Is he back? Is he really operating again? Not hardly, folks. I'm no hero, scrubs or no scrubs.
I reach my office without having to actually speak to anyone and find just what I was looking for in my desk: a half-full bottle and two glasses. Always be prepared.
I'm on my way back over to the psychiatry department when I hear another argument, and another familiar voice, begging. The piteous pleas are met with shouting, accusations.
Truthfully, I know this scene all too well. It happens a lot. A jealous lover shows up in the lobby and makes a big scene. Since work policy forbids us to get involved, we call security and watch to make sure none of the expensive equipment gets broken. Afterwards we either gossip about it, or have a laugh if the event was especially ridiculous.
But now everything is different. For starters, I'm the only one around. The receptionist is away from the area, and security's nowhere to be seen. For another thing, this isn't some random employee, it's my assistant. And I'm not going to watch some guy snap her wrist in two right in front of me, policy be damned.
I separate them and shove him backwards. "Time for you to go, isn't it?"
"The hell's your problem, buddy?" he slurs, though there's no smell of alcohol on him. Speech impediment, maybe? "I'm 'llowed t' talk t' her!"
"I didn't hear much talking going on. And since when do you talk by grabbing someone's wrist?"
"Who th' hell 're you?"
"Her boss," I snap, but he remains unimpressed, which suits me just fine. I need someone to scream at.
Mrs. Hallenbeck has paged security in the meanwhile, so a perfectly good argument is sadly cut short by the arrival of the guards. They're big men. Mr. Hallenbeck leaves the area under protest. But he does leave.
She won't look at me when I order her into the first aid room. Same bruises, different wrist. She has a matching set on her face. She leans on the counter and stares deep into the wall, all prickles and barbs. "I already know what you're thinking, doctor."
"Bet you don't."
"I'm sure you believe he's a devil in disguise—"
"What disguise?" I ask, flatly. She smiles, but it evaporates in seconds.
"That man isn't my husband. He's my brother, Aaron."
She stops speaking to swallow the pills I offer. After a hard gulp, she goes on. "This is … embarrassing for me, you see. Up until three months ago, he was waited on hand and foot by my mother. Now that she's remarried and her new husband doesn't want a virtual invalid in his house, it's fallen to me to take care of someone who can't handle being alone after a certain time of day. Aaron doesn't handle deviations from the routine all that well, he wants things done at the same time, in the same way, every day of the week. He needs that kind of structure, or he goes berserk. When you saw him just now, he was upset and afraid because he had been alone for too long. Normally I'm home by now, but tonight I had to stay. The legal department needed help finding files for the FDA study, I was roped into assisting, time got away from me, you saw the rest."
"I see why you make such a good assistant," I say as I touch cotton gauze to her swollen lips. "I suppose you have to be, when you're literally a clock-watcher for a spoiled brat."
She goes scarlet with anger, and her eyes turn away again. "That was a bit uncalled for, doctor."
"Uncalled for? Having your brother show up at your job to attack you instead of getting his own corn dogs for dinner isn't uncalled for? Just so you know, I've seen your files, Mrs. Hallenbeck. You've lost jobs because of this situation. Good jobs, too."
"How dare you."
"It wasn't my business before, but having this sort of thing happen in the middle of my hospital makes it my business. And it wouldn't have come up at all, except that it appears to be a pattern. And it's going to follow you from job to job unless you deal with it."
She stands up straight with no further ado. "If it's alright with you, Dr. Cowert, I'd like to get my things and go home, please."
"Of course you do. You're your mother's daughter, aren't you?"
And that's when she slapped me.
***
"Eric? … where have you been? What time is it?"
"It's 9:20, and I was taking care of a situation."
I set down the bottle and glasses. Dr. Pradyash blinks a few times and sits up slowly. "Did you take care of it?"
"Nope."
"My god, you're hopeless."
She comes over to where I am and takes a glass of whisky. She winces as it touches her lips. "Disgusting. Why do you drink this?"
"If it tasted better, I'd drink it more often. You don't want me to do that."
"… I suppose that's true."
Her caress is absent-minded. Once I move her hand, she starts a little and goes red. "I'm not in the mood. Not now, anyway. Your office is right down the hall, what took you so long?"
"My assistant."
"Myrna? … what was she still doing here? All clerical staff is off the clock by 5:30 at latest."
"You ever met her brother?"
"Once or twice, he's a fairly intense young man."
"If by intense you mean 'psychotic,' I'd agree with you."
She stares at me over the rim of her glass. "He has a great deal of separation anxiety, coupled with obsession-compulsion tendencies. Basically, if things aren't exactly the same all of the time, he becomes very fearful and lashes out. Why are you …"
Comprehension sets in, and she slumps. "Oh, Eric. Tell me you didn't pick on that girl about her brother."
"Next time I see her she's going to have a fractured wrist. Sorry for giving enough of a damn to try to keep that from happening."
"You're just a charging bull, aren't you? He's practically been abandoned by their mother, Myrna feels responsible for him. You're not going to be able to dissuade her from doing something she sees as a personal duty by loading her with contempt. I assure you she feels guilty enough without you piling on."
"Thank you, Dear Abby."
She sets the glass down. "You are a truly horrible human being, you know that?"
"Only when I'm conscious."
This time when I take her hand, she doesn't pull away. The zipper on the back of her dress opens easily, and her soft curves fit nicely against me. She, and the whisky, distract me for some time.
When I leave her office much later that night, I try to avoid my reflection in the mirrors.
Nothing has changed.
Current Plot Point: Embarrassing Rescue
Previous Plot Points: Mysterious Past
Word Count: 1,665
CC Used: Allowed--yes: store items, custom eyes, OMSP, tipsy OMSP, skin by HP
#168
19th Jul 2012 at 9:39 AM
Last edited by missroxor : 19th Jul 2012 at 9:52 AM.
Blood Red - Chapter 2
I think I saved all my pics on a lower setting by accident, they all seem lower quality than usual (not that it's particularly high to start with) and I didn't notice until I saw them all big and stretched out on this post. If I get time I'll try to redo some of the worst ones D: Previously: Jada Greene is a young and eager guard of the city’s Inner Circle defences. Her father is the city governor and Commander-in-Chief of military assets. Jada’s job is to defend against the Reds who are banned from the city and are “hated and reviled for countless reasons”, which are not yet explained though Jada describes them as, “awful creatures, prone to violence and fits of insanity” and, “un-educated savages”. She later laments their impending doom at her father’s orders saying, “they’re still technically human beings.” Jada thinks she’s tough and couldn’t wait to put her training to use by catching her first Red but on the night of the first heavy fire on the Reds she freezes. Worse still, upon meeting her first wild red she’s caught off guard when he seems to know about an envelope she’d been sent that indicated she was somehow related to a Red (she’d passed it off as a prank by her co-workers). Instead of capturing the Red she acts on instinct and saves him but is caught in the cross-fire and shot by her patrol partner, Ray.
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Blood Red: Chapter 2“Should we restrain her before she wakes?”
“No, Rurik. We need her to trust us; we just have to convince her before she goes.”
“What if she escapes before we do? She’s trained to kill us!
She rolls her eyes, “It won’t come to that if we tell her about-....I think she’s coming round, you should go.”
A gentle thrumming stirs my senses. Words reach me strangled in the murky fog of another world,
“...restrain her...” the demon growls.
“No...”, says the gentle angel, “...just have to convince her...”
“...if she escapes...kill...”
Fear grips me, wrapping its icy fingers around my neck.
I awake as if I’ve surfaced from a great depth; clutching my throat and gasping for air. I immediately thrust my wrists out in front of me for inspection: they’re not tethered. My eyes dart around the dingy room stopping on the only other person there; a rather startled looking doctor with a nervous smile. It was just a dream: a nightmare. I smile shyly at the doctor as I try to gather my wits and steady my breathing. She visibly relaxes once I’ve calmed down and recovers what seems to be a naturally friendly demeanour.
“You gave me quite a fright there, sweetie. Bad dream?”
I nod sheepishly.
“Well, I hope they weren’t all bad, you’ve been out for two days!”
Two days? I try to wade through the fog in my brain to remember what happened.
As if reading my mind she interrupts, “You were shot while on patrol”.
Ray! He must be eaten up with guilt.
“You lost a lot of blood on the way here”, she continues, “You had to have a blood transfusion”.
I nod solemnly wondering what hell Dad must’ve gone through these past few days. When are visiting hours anyway? I really need a Dad hug about now.
“Luckily it wasn’t a conventional bullet; it was one of those silver tipped wooden ones. They can be nasty little buggers mind; I spent ages removing all the splinters but they still make for smaller, cleaner wounds”, she smiles softly, “I never really understood why your guys use those anyway...”
I didn’t even know military hospitals employed civilians anymore but she’s definitely not military. God, even Ray’s pre-schooler knows why we use silver-tipped wooden flechettes, “The reds...if you don’t kill them properly they come back as vampires. We aim for the heart”. I can’t help but glare at her incredulously while her mouth gapes as if this is breaking news. Then it hits me: she said, “your guys”. Not, “our guys” or “we”. I swallow hard and ask, “Where am I? Are you a... a Red?”
“Jada, please just hear us out -“
“Where. Am. I?” My voice is low but forceful.
She takes a deep breath and smoothes her coat before answering, “I’m Olivia. This is my natural hair colour but I count Reds as family. You’re in the basement of our hospital”.
“And that is where exactly?”
“Beyond the city limits.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry; I’m somewhere in the heart of enemy territory.
“Is this a real hospital? Are you even a real doctor?!” I might be yelling now, it’s hard to tell when I can hear my pulse thumping so hard in my skull.
“This hospital’s make-shift but it’s as real as it gets for us. I’m... well, I was a qualified nurse long ago but I guess you could say I’m a self-taught doctor now. We don’t exactly have regular universities out here.” Her voice is low and even, she’s maintaining eye contact but not aggressively. I know what she’s doing. Dad uses this technique when he’s trying to spin some political controversy his way without angering the crowds. The low, even voice says, “I’m not a threat, calm down” and the friendly eye contact says, “You can trust me!”
“You’re not even a doctor and you gave me a blood trans-” I recoil in horror as the realisation hits me, “You tainted me with the blood of savages?!”
“Oh yeah, now you’re tainted!” a husky voice retorts sarcastically from the doorway. It’s him! My first wild red: the one Ray’s bullet was meant for.
“Rurik, I told you I would handle this” Olivia chastises.
“And it seemed to be going really well.” He smirks as she glares at him.
I watch the exchange in awe. The only reds I’ve met before were captive; subservient. Not like this. I was stunned before but I’m completely dumbfounded now. The savage has me hostage; I’m cornered in his cage as if I’m the wild animal! I find myself unwillingly playing my part, frozen in fear and cowering before him, mentally if not physically. I pray that my body language and expression don’t betray me. Stripped of my weapon and back-up, stranded in a barren land unknown to me I’m completely at his mercy. My only hope is to hold out for rescue and pray he doesn’t kill me before then.
He perches on the edge of the desk; cool as a cucumber though the tension is palpable, to me at least. Olivia breaks the silence, “Are you comfortable? Can we get you...anything?”
I’d been so focused on the Red; I’d momentarily forgotten she was even in the room. She’s trying to disarm me again, gain my trust: Abduction 101. I shake my head slowly, reluctant to speak in case my voice shows my fear.
“We’re not the enemy, Jada” She says softly. I recall the red saying similar right before I was shot. “We won’t lie to you. Ask anything you want; I’m sure you have many questions.”
Damn her and her soothing voice: she’s good, better than Dad! ...but at least I feel a little more able to utter a sentence without collapsing into a wobbling mess on the floor. I take a deep breath and they all come out in one fast, rambling line, “Why am I here? Is this because Dad’s the Governor? Are you gonna kill me if you don’t get your ransom?” Smooth, Jada!
They exchange raised eyebrows before the Red laughs, “We haven’t kidnapped you! At least, not intentionally!”
What the hell does that even mean?!
“It worked out great for us that you ended up here but trust me, it wasn’t pre-meditated”, Olivia soothes, “You’re free to leave if you wish, we only ask that you hear us out first. Rurik had rendered your partner unconscious in self-defence. You were wounded and bleeding heavily. Who knew when someone would raise the alarm? Even if they did would they get you help in time? Rurik brought you here to save your life".
Why the hell would a Red want to save a guard?
“Call us even”, he grunts and Olivia sighs in exasperation.
Oh.
I look him in the eye, “but you mentioned the letter? You knew my name. How is that even possible if it was just a happy accident?” He shifts uncomfortably and looks to Olivia.
“I sent the letter”, she says, “Rurik was my messenger. He was on his way home when the attacks came, blocking his route. He doubled back on himself to find another route. It was coincidence...fate that that’s when you found him.”
“Why did you send it? What does it mean?”
"I... I guess I’d hoped you had your own suspicions like Ru-“, she stops short, pausing to choose her words carefully, “you were more integrated than we hoped”.
“Integrated with what?”
A sad smile flickers across her lips, “with your society’s political and military philosophy”
“Political and military? So this is about my Dad?” He technically commands both.
“Well, he is one hell of an over-achieving Führer!” The Red sneers.
“My Dad’s a good man who makes tough decisions for the greater good!”
Instantly we’re nose to nose, him snarling through gritted teeth, “When are you gonna wake the hell up? He’s a devil in disguise..."
I gasp, taken aback by his ferociousness but my earlier fear is replaced with anger, “You want me to help you stage a coup, is that it?! I am proud to call myself his daughter and proud to serve his city ridding it of evils like you!” I growl back at him forgetting my own reservations about my father’s plans in the heat of the moment. He flinches, eyes boring in to me then he abruptly pulls away.
I’ve heard enough. I turn to Olivia, “Can I leave now?”
“You haven’t heard us out”, he spits, avoiding eye contact.
“Rurik, get the clothes”, Olivia’s soft tones are a welcome reprieve. As she continues, he gawps at her then dutifully stalks out the room, “I had to cut your clothes off in the OR. What’s left was caked in blood so Rurik asked around for some clothes donations”. She smiles apologetically, “It’s not much I’m afraid but we make or scavenge most of what we wear so we have to make do”. Rurik comes back in and chucks first my work boots, which I’m grateful to see, then a bundle of clothes on the bed. Jeez, if he were a normal guy I’d swear he was sulking but for all I know being a grade-A asshole is typical behaviour for Reds.
“It’s fine”, I reply, “ I only need them to get me home to Daddy” I emphasis the last word making sure Rurik hears. Great! I’ve never met anyone so infuriatingly petulant in my life and now it’s rubbing off!
I dress in the adjoining bathroom, grateful the outfit covers my bandages; Dad doesn’t need any more worries than he already has! I take a moment to gee myself up for what’s sure to be an epic journey: You’re a circle guard, Jada. You just shouted down an angry Red, unarmed. You can manage a walk home through enemy territory! Now puff out that chest and show me that winning smile! If only my insides were grinning half as wide!
I smile politely at Olivia and ignore Rurik as I walk out past them toward the door. As I reach it Olivia calls me, “Jada. Don’t you want to know how we know so much about you?”
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Current Plot Point: Kidnapped
Previous Plot Points: Beware the Nice Guy.
Word Count: 1700 exactly!
CC Used: Yes, all of it! See below.
Hero Type: Chosen One
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Bonus Round:
On the surface, Jada’s super hero outfit is pretty normal looking but it’s symbolic, honest! I think it needs explaining though...
*spoiler alert!!*
Her Government Issue boots obviously represent the world she comes from: they’re clean, shiny and rigid. She’s attached to them (“my work boots, which I’m grateful to see”) because they’re a reminder of everything she’s ever known or loved.
The shirt and skirt represent Rurik and Olivia’s world. The shirt is torn and from another era, obviously scavenged from the abandoned buildings while the skirt has that same leather and buckles, home-made rebel look that Rurik’s clothes have. Together they’re the same configuration as Jada’s own scruffy civilian clothes from chapter 1: short, grungy skirt and modesty-preserving top... so not an entirely new image for her despite them being enemy’s clothes.
So...the super hero outfit represents two very different worlds being brought together by one person who's unique in her ability to find comfort in both...is all I'm gonna say without giving too much away! :p
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Effects Used:
Pic 2 – Fog: fog emitter (Ambitions)
Pic 2 – Fire: FX machines (Late night)
Pic 2 – Pink sparkle and glow: genie hover animation from moviemaker cheats. (Showtime)
All pics - Custom light intensity and colours
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CC USED:
Poses: IMHO, Spladoum, Traelia and CMO - pose player
Skin: Navetsea
Eyes: Escand's Oh My eyes
Clothes: All non-EA are from All-About-Style.com
Hair: Olivia and Jada up do = mybluebook, Jada hair down = I’m trying to find it!! Anybody knows please tell me, lol
Brows: Haven’t narrowed it down yet!
Make-up: Kittyklan eye bags, Arisuka contour make-up
Accessories: Demon horns by CloudwalkerNZ
Custom World: Silent Hill (the exchange)
Lot: Negone by Armonia (GoS)
Other Objects:
Hospital set by Hekate (MTS)
OMSP by Granthes (MTS)
Cloudwalkerz - Hardballer (MTS)
Extractor fan window by Luna (SimsLulamai)
Born into the grave - rusty patterns by Aikea Guinea (GoS)
three metal textures by Gelydh (Club Crimsyn)
Industry & metalurgy patterns sets by Bec (tribeccasims3)
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#169
22nd Jul 2012 at 4:53 AM
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Possibly stupid question time! With the quote: “I remember you said "Don't leave me here alone".” Do I have to use double quotes? Can I use single quotes (and put the full stop inside the quotes)? ie "I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone.'" Oh. I added a comma there too. The double quotes thing is just because when I'm quoting in dialogue I generally use single. The punctuation is just.. me being picky. But I don't want to lost points over being picky, so if I can't because it counts as changing it, I'll just avoid thinking about it
I'm fine with the word count this Round.. but I would love double the picture count haha
I'm fine with the word count this Round.. but I would love double the picture count haha
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#170
22nd Jul 2012 at 10:37 AM
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I'm sorry guys, I have to announce my drop out of the competition due to serious technical problems. I was REALLY into this, and it might've finally been the only contest I could've completed on mod the sims. It's just not meant to be apparently... and it seriously pisses me off... But anyway I wish to all of you who still are competing good luck!
To Heaven, I'm truly sorry, I know you're probably gonna hate me for this (because I remember how you warned us about how it would be best if we didn't join the contest if we had to drop out later), but it really doesn't have anything to do with "lack of inspiration" or any thing of the kind. It's just my computer not working and taking weeks to get fixed...
Anyways, I hope you understand
Again good luck to all of you!
To Heaven, I'm truly sorry, I know you're probably gonna hate me for this (because I remember how you warned us about how it would be best if we didn't join the contest if we had to drop out later), but it really doesn't have anything to do with "lack of inspiration" or any thing of the kind. It's just my computer not working and taking weeks to get fixed...
Anyways, I hope you understand
Again good luck to all of you!
#171
22nd Jul 2012 at 12:02 PM
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#172
22nd Jul 2012 at 6:17 PM
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Quote: Originally posted by Tamlyn
Possibly stupid question time! With the quote: “I remember you said "Don't leave me here alone".” Do I have to use double quotes? Can I use single quotes (and put the full stop inside the quotes)? ie "I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone.'" Oh. I added a comma there too. The double quotes thing is just because when I'm quoting in dialogue I generally use single. The punctuation is just.. me being picky. But I don't want to lost points over being picky, so if I can't because it counts as changing it, I'll just avoid thinking about it I'm fine with the word count this Round.. but I would love double the picture count haha |
As long as you don't change the actual wording or order, I'm not going to have the judges dock points for punctuation or using quotations or not. Hopefully that helps.
Also, we have about 34 hours left. How is everyone doing? Waterjay, I am disappointed that you have to drop out and sorry to see you go.
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"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#173
22nd Jul 2012 at 7:28 PM
I'm fighting a pair of rootkits... And a son who wants to use my computer because he "can hardly hear" You Tube on his. (I'm seriously wondering if he needs his ears cleaned.)
I'm still hoping to have something ready by the deadline, though.
I am Ghost. My husband is sidneydoj. I post, he downloads, and I wanted to keep my post count.
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I'm still hoping to have something ready by the deadline, though.
I am Ghost. My husband is sidneydoj. I post, he downloads, and I wanted to keep my post count.
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#174
22nd Jul 2012 at 11:06 PM
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Ghost, good to know you are working, even with the impediements you seem to be experiencing!!!
With the serious lack of entries and responses, I am considering adding an extension. However, said extension would come with a price of losing points. I haven't decided if this will be necessary yet and I am hoping it won't be. Please, please check in and let me know if you believe that you can get your entry in on time so I can see how many people are behind.
And no more drop outs! It makes me sad. And I shall hunt you down and make you finish your story anyway, even if not during the contest. Our own ReyaD can attest to that from the first story contest. So, seriously, keep working...or else.
With the serious lack of entries and responses, I am considering adding an extension. However, said extension would come with a price of losing points. I haven't decided if this will be necessary yet and I am hoping it won't be. Please, please check in and let me know if you believe that you can get your entry in on time so I can see how many people are behind.
And no more drop outs! It makes me sad. And I shall hunt you down and make you finish your story anyway, even if not during the contest. Our own ReyaD can attest to that from the first story contest. So, seriously, keep working...or else.
Heaven Sims | Avendale Legacy
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#175
22nd Jul 2012 at 11:47 PM
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Hey heaven. I'm working on my entry, but I've had a crazy week and just haven't had much time for Sims. (My mom came down with strep that turned into pneumonia so I've been away from my house and my computer trying to look after her.) An extension would be great, even if it means losing points. Although, if you're willing to offer even one day more without a point deduction, even better.
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