Sunday, December 30, 2007

Chapter Twenty Two - Death of a Cheerleader

Welcome back. Short break I know, I seem to have a preference for knocking out chapters 2 at a time. I must warn you now this chapter contains scenes that may horrify some viewers (Unless you make it a regular practice to kill off sims, then it might be all so familiar.) I feel so bad, but Genesis, Ian and Chardonnay all ganged up on me, so all responsibility belongs to them.

"No! Hennessy does not need to know about this pirate boy. If Donny is fine with it, so should you be."

"I was just gonna tip him honestly, luv."

"With what? I remember what it was like being an NPC fortune sim, you have no money."

"This is true, but somehow when I tip autonomously, there is always the right amount of money in my pocket. You've done it too."

"It helps boost the households income."

Already the tension has begun to mount. At least it is bringing the in-laws closer together.

Where are you going with that trash Genesis?

"Oh. Nowhere really."

Awww C'mon you can't keep it secret forever you know. Please tell me whats going on.

"Oh, okay. But you have to promise me that Hennessy never finds out."

Finds out what?


"Ian is really the mastermind of the plan. He said if we couldn't make Candice understand about privacy then we should give her more privacy than she bargined for. He's the one that installed the secret room upstairs. Chardonnay befriended Candice in order for her to move in. For some reason she wouldn't die when we tried to get her in the room when she was still an NPC. Anywho we lured her up to the secret room with a box full of pizza. Once she was inside Ian boarded up the door. Hennessy never goes into Chardonnays room so we should be pretty safe. We left some trash in the room to give Candice something to do. Donny says that Candice is more interested in her stupid chants to really care. But she'll figure it out soon enough."

So you're going to kill her?

"No we're just going to deny her some basics until she doesn't need them any more."

I think that is the definition of killing.

"Well just don't tell Hennessy ok?"

Sure. This makes you lot far more interesting anyways. Why don't you want Hennessy to know?

"Dunno really. Just more fun with the three...I mean four now of course, knowing I guess."

"All I wanted was to be part of the only Greek house on campus." *sob* "I'm too young and beautiful to die! How will the cheerleaders cope without my bubbly and outgoing personality...Oh no I have a term paper due!"

The penny finally drops for poor Candice. Let this be a lesson for all future cheerleaders, Iata Pi will not tolerate bed-side woohoo cheering.

"My time has come. Good bye cruel world. I love you mommy....Please no, not yet I still have 500 words to go on my term paper...." *choke gurgle die*

"Pee-euw this one stinks. I hate the stinkers. Huh, Steele....hmmm. Oh foul play, Well done! Perpetrated by the Vulcan twins. Nice kids, good to see them remembering old Grimmy. Time to beam her up Scotty!"

It took Candice a very long time to die, which mean a cockroach infestation of the entire top floor. Of course having a boyfriend in the extermination business is very handy. Ian not only killed all the cockroaches, but he also discretely removed any evidence of door tampering before discovering the body. As far as Hennessy is concerned, Candice locked herself in that room.

No sooner had Candice perished when the Iata Pi household was awakened to the pitter patter of little feetsies. Yes, a burglar, with nary a burglar alarm in sight. Thats ok, Chardonnay is a naturally light sleeper and was able to call the cops before the burglar even got in the house.

After a protracted and every entertaining fisticuffs the cop was triumphant! Chardonnay enjoyed the show (truly she was the only one awake.)

"I would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for those pesky kids and their womrat!"

Not only was Chardonnay successful in preventing any loss of property, she also managed to finagle a nice little reward before returning to sleep.

At the beginning of Senior year I send the twins down to the community music hall to catch them up with Genesis who has always been about 25 hours ahead of them in the college clock. It wasn't a complete time waster, they managed to sock away around $1800 each for their stint on stage. Not bad at all I'd say.

"You look so hawt."

"Not now Genes....I do? You're pretty hot too."

Okay, I learnt something. Never let two sims who aren't in love twirl together on the Ice skating rink. Apparently twirling is NOT a platonic activity.

I would like to introduce you to the place holder for this generation. His name is Amin, and he is a Llama. Under that studly llama head is a face that may very well make it's way into the family. We're still a little unsure. It will at least make it's way on to one of the side branches. After all Chardonnay wants 3 children through college.

At last the time has come! All three of them are graduated and grown up and ready to face the world. And hopefully if I seperate the three of them there will be no more deaths....Then again Ian and Chardonnay may just prove to be a lethal combination. Bring on Generation 3!

It seemed like college took forever this round. It's bound to get worse next time the Vulcans return to Iata Pi. But for now, we get to concentrate on making babies, and fitting those babies into the main household. It should be fun, stay tuned!


HeavensKyss said...

Yeah I had to learn the twirling is not platonic lesson too, in my prosperity hood. Oy ve what an interesting mess it created. Have fun with that one!!

Infinity-Nevermore said...

Very interesting side note. Glad I know now; no twirling. Alright, bring on gen 3!

ASimWen said...

Hey I didn't know that about twirling. But then again, my simmies never get to go roller skating or ice skating. hehehe

Kerry said...

Ha, a conspiracy of death--those sims are well suited. Even Genesis fits well into the family.

Ugh, I didn't know about twirling, either. Perhaps its just the residual, umm, closeness from being murderers together--it will pass soon.

Glad to be caught up with the Vulcans--looking forward to the next generation!