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8.10.2011

- CHESTER'S P.O.V. -

"Chester?" Fleur's voice came from outside the door. "Please come out, Chester."
I didn't budge from the sofa. The sofa that I once sat on with Picasso... my husband.
"Ches..." I could hear Fleur sigh, not even three meters away from me. We were only separated by a door, but it felt like miles. It felt like there was no one that could help me, no one that could save me. I was alone.
I am alone.

1.10.2011

- PICASSO'S P.O.V. -



Hell yeah! Party in Anne Ursine's tonight. Woo! Look at her, this chick. She's pretty awesome. And guess who she's invited?



Hilary Crumplebottom, Tina Wan-Goddard and her sister, and my old step-mother, Anastasia Rushing. I remember hating her, haha! She's pretty sexy now though, just look at her. I couldn't help but flirt a bit.



- JOELYN'S P.O.V. -

"Uh, kid? What are you doing?"
Lulu Mather, Wednesday's greasy-haired new friend with no fashion sense, just about jumped a mile out of her hideous fly dress when she heard me. I found her in my dads' bedroom, after my dad Picasso had come home from a work meeting in Anne Ursine's house. People say she's a criminal, but I don't believe a word of that rubbish. Dad's not a criminal. He's a businessman. Or a teacher... or... I'm not entirely sure, if I'm honest.



"I'm - uh - nothing!" was the reply that Lulu stammered. She smiled at me suspiciously before I told her to get out of my house. What a... what an itch!



 I woke up a few nights later in the middle of the night, and opened my eyes to see the ghost of my great-great-grandmother, Lola, playing video games on our TV.



Kardos and I hopped out of bed and joined in. It was so awesome! We played Crazy Frog for about an hour before Lola stood up and said she could feel the sun burning. She had to leave. She did say something to me before she left though.
"Joelyn, be careful around your father. He's not the person in your head."
What did that mean?! Lola went, and Kardos and I looked at each other. "What?" I said, looking at where Lola had just disappeared. "What did she mean...? Which father?"
"I dunno." Kardos said, shrugging, and went back to bed.



- Da Vinci's P.O.V. -

"Hey, little bro, look at these! You can take your jokes back now!" I grinned as I passed him. I had great delight in calling him 'little bro'. Being two minutes older than your twin brother definitely was fun, when you're the older one.



"Casso?" I said, looking over my shoulder as I stopped to open the door. He didn't reply to me. He just stared blankly ahead, lost in his own thoughts, not even noticing me. "Whatever." I said huffily, and walked out of the nursery.



- KARDOS' P.O.V. -

Oh. My. GOD! We're in CHINA! Joelyn, Wednesday, Grandpa, Dad, Uncle Casso and I are in China. This is awesome. This is so awesome. Mum and Uncle Chester said they were going to look after my sister, Virginia, and my cousin, Rita. It's a pity, but we said we'd phone every day.



- PASCALE'S P.O.V. -

"Sit down, son." I said to my first-born, Da Vinci. God, what a name. I'll never forgive Kerri for that. She's dead now though, so I may have to.
I felt that I needed to speak to Da Vinci about his brother and brother-in-law. Their relationship had been on the rocks recently. They made small talk in front of the kids, yes, but other times, they'd walk past each other, as if they could see each other... it was odd.



"What's up, Pa?" He asked me.
"I'm worried about Picasso. Him and Chester." I replied with a sigh. "They're so distant nowadays. Picasso says Chester's stressed due to work. Chester... I haven't been able to talk to him. He seems to escape whenever he sees me."
"Figures. I get no more out of those two than you do, Pa." Da Vinci shrugged.
"It's just depressing, isn't it?" I poked the fire as I spoke. "They're the only problem in my life. I have four perfect grandchilden, a wall of perfect paintings around my easel, and I think I've finally perfected my guitar skill. You are Fleur are so happy together, but..." I shook my head. "Picasso and Chester just aren't."



- KARDOS' P.O.V. -

Look who it is, Kardos! The voice hissed at me. No, not you! Not around her...
And they call it, puppy loooove... Oh I guess they'll never know...
No! Shut up, shut up, shut up! She's coming!
"You alright, Kardos?" She - Wednesday - asked me as I stood there like a fool, talking to that voice. That damn voice! Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Yeah...I'm fine..." I smiled a fake smile.



"I hope so." Wednesday said, as she hugged me. She hugged me!
How a young heart really feeeeels... And why I love her so!
Shut up, for God's sake! You can't even sing...



- PICASSO'S P.O.V. -

There's a woman staying at the hotel where we are and bloody hell, is she beautiful. So gorgeous, in fact, that I went up to her and spoke to her one night.



"So, does a woman as beautiful as you have a husband?" I asked, smiling a charming smile.
"No, I am single," She replied to me, in a soft Chinese accent. "And how about you?"
"I have no wife." I replied, shaking my head. I wasn't lying, was I?



"That is good," she replied, grinning, as she took a step closer to me. I followed her lead and held her in my arms. Her eyes closed slowly, as did mine, and our lips made contact. The feeling surging through me was like electricity.
"Let's take this somewhere else..." I whispered gently, and that night I had a one night stand in the shower in China.



I was smiling as I sat down with my cereal the next morning, going over the details of my night with Sun Young Kim (yes, I did eventually find out her name) in my mind.
"Well, well, well." I jumped out of my skin. I turned to see a familiar woman. One of the most popular journalists of Shang Simla, Wong Wong. "This will make good story. Riverview star has one night stand with Sun Young Kim."
"No, no, you can't print that, my husband will kill me -"
"That would make story better. Star's husband killing star... ha."



"I write it now...wonder if Mister Mustang has quote for me..." She said cruelly. No, this can't happen...



"And photo, proving that Mister Mustang is gaining weight." Bitch!



"You can't post that crap - you bitch -" I yelled.
"There is one solution, then..." Wong Wong spun a piece of hair around her finger. "My first-born is to marry your first-born."
"WHAT?!" I shouted. "That's not possible -"
"I have a child. She is nine years of age."
"Well, I'm sorry, Ms Wong, but I have two girls."
"She will marry your nephew, then." Wong replied, calmly.
I could only blink. "Kardos?"
"Yes."
I looked at her for a moment. What would I prefer? Breaking Chester's heart? Seeing Sun discover that I'm bi - or ruining Kardos' life?
"Fine." was all I said, before I walked to my bedroom.



"Nice doing business with you, Mister Mustang." Wong taunted from behind me, following me.



"Oh, fuck off."



- JOELYN'S P.O.V. -

Dad's sent me to meet the Wong family today. They have one daughter, she's around my age. Look at her hair! Insane.



Her mother wasn't there, but I did meet their lodger, Jessica. She seemed nice enough...maybe a bit crazy.



I don't think she liked me, though...



- CHESTER'S P.O.V. -

5.10.2011

I heard many stories about China. Kardos, Joelyn and Wednesday told me about their many games of tag, Da Vinci laughed about trying out martial arts, Pascale relaid his story about mastering guitar, and Picasso did mention the Great Wall of China.



It's the girls' birthdays. Virginia is a very pretty child. She has an eyesight problem, though, so she wears glasses. She fought Fleur off when she wanted Gin to wear some more girly clothes, though.



I can't believe these two. Da Vinci missed Fleur so much during his trip that they were all over each other when he came back.
I didn't get such a reaction from Picasso.



Look at my girl! Rita's just gorgeous. Her hair is something special.



Those two were flirting all the way through the birthdays. It felt weird that Picasso wasn't doing the same with me.



"What's wrong with you?" I said to my husband in an accusing tone.
"Me? You didn't phone me in the three days I was in China!" He argued.
"Neither did you! I've been running around looking after two toddlers and going to work and having to put up with everyone's bullshit in work about marrying you! And you? You've been in fucking China, and I'm sure you've had plenty of time to phone, but no, you didn't even consider picking up the phone to speak to your dear husband!"
I was fuming with anger. How dare he accuse me of not phoning?



Picasso rolled his eyes. "Oh look at me, I'm Chester, I married a man, poor me!" He mimicked. "If you feel like that, Chester, then why the hell did you marry me?"
"I didn't have a lot of choice, did I? It was either marry you or stay a doll for the rest of my days!"
"Bollocks, I'm not that cruel."
"YES YOU ARE, Picasso, you're evil to the CORE!"
Shaking my head, I walked off, allowing tears to escape from my eyes.



8.10.2011

- DA VINCI'S P.O.V. -

"I love you, Fleur," I murmured as I kissed my wife, who was leaning casually against the wall.
"I love you too, Vinci." She replied, smiling.



I walked away slowly from Fleur, glancing out of the window. My brother and his husband were fighting, all guns blazing. Dad was right, something was wrong. I sighed.
"Oh God..." Fleur said, looking out of the window as I did. She wrapped her arms around my chest. I felt her warm, comforting breath on my neck.
"I hate seeing them like this, Fleur. I wish I could do something to help."
"You can't, Vinci. Don't worry, love. You've got me. We've got each other."
"Yeah. We've got each other."

When I said 'all guns blazing', though, I didn't expect to find any truth there...



- CHESTER'S P.O.V. -

"Wednesday, it's getting dark, you and Lulu had better go inside," I called to my adopted daughter Wednesday and her friend Lulu.
"Chester Mustang, don't move an inch."



"I have a gun in my hand, and it's pointed at your neck."



I stared blankly ahead. This isn't happening, this isn't happening!
"I considered what you told me earlier," Picasso said, his eyes staring into mine, the words rolling off his tongue. "And I've made a decision."



"My dear husband, I believe you were right. You are too good for me. By that, I mean you are too good-natured. It makes me sick. The next Emperor of Evil doesn't love good people. Chester, I'm not entirely sure if I ever loved you." As he spoke, he brought his gun close to me cheek, and I could feel the coldness of the metal. I'd have shivered if I wasn't already scared to death. Maybe this was my death.



I chanced a quick glance at his bright blue eyes. They seemed normal. A week ago I'd say that they were full of pity. Now, I know that Picasso doesn't feel pity.
"I am going to steal two things from you right now, Chester. A kiss, as you are, after all, my husband."



And that was the first thing he stole. He is, after all, my husband... I kissed back, the fool that I am, wishing that everything was different.



I hardly heard what he said next. As he pushed me back onto the wall, I slid down it, covering my ears. I didn't want to hear any more.
"And a life." He hissed.



The next thing I saw was grass. I was leaning forward, on the floor, clutching my side. The pain was intense, excruciating. Picasso had shot my side. I was expecting to feel nothing, I was expecting to be dead by now, I wish I was. Why did he chicken out? What the hell was this...



"Oh my God..." I heard him next to me, but he sounded like he was miles and miles away. "I... I was aiming for... your heart..."
"Get away from me!" I yelled with all my might, willing for someone to hear me, for Fleur and Da Vinci and Pascale to save me from this bastard. "HELP, SOMEONE, HELP..." I heard footsteps, running, pounding down the hall of our house, I could hear Fleur, Da Vinci, Pascale, and they would save me, and he'd be gone, gone from my life, and...
...and then all I could see was darkness.

***



  I'm all alone now.
I'm safe. He's not in jail. But he will be. Da Vinci told me. He will be. He'll be locked away, locked away for life, and they'll throw away the key, like the bastard deserves.
I don't care about him any more. I don't care about anything. I'm alone now.



He gave me the scars. I'm sure he gave me the scars. There's no other explanation. He gave me the scars when I passed out. I've started smoking too. That and the bar I installed in this room both help.



In this room. In my room. It's only my room. I've locked it, only I've got the key. Fleur leaves food outside of my door for me sometimes. I only open it for that. I don't look at her. I just take the food, and then lock myself in here any more.

My wound is healing, too. The one outside of me, not the one inside.



I could starve for all I care. Nothing matters any longer. I'm alone.

Hi, I haven't forgotten about this place, do not fret! I've just been playing ahead so I can post a long update sometime soon. Plus, I've been finding my way around Boolprop, so I can actually have some readers. My account is here. (I hope that worked. My profile will have more added to it soon, I hope!) I have a spoiler though!

Hmm... oh, and... I've been having a lot of fun with one particular set of poses and one particular custom content accessory...

Hi guys! I'm Kardos.

But everyone knows that, obviously. I'm famous, don't you know me? I'm Lola Mustang's great-great-grandson, and someday I'll have letters after my name, like those important people you have to solute to and stuff.

Mum wants me to have a big family, one day. She wants to see her big, black, shining eyes on her grandchildren. Obviously I'll have to find a girl to marry first, but how hard can that be? Mum says she fell for Dad because of his blond hair. Dad calls Mum his fleur. Some kind of joke between them, I suppose.

This is my cousin, Joelyn. She has two daddies. Uncle Casso says he'll never stop thanking the Sunset Valley Science Lab for figuring out a way for him and his husband, Uncle Chester, to have their own child - two, actually. But he'll have to stop thanking them now; we live in Riverview now.

See that girl on the left? That's my sister, Virginia. The girl on the right is Joelyn's sister. She has blue and green hair, and bright, bright blue eyes. She looks almost exactly like Lola. Uncle Chester says Grandpa Pascale was pleased. He's got those eyes and that hair too.
Speaking of Grandpa Pascale, he chose Virginia and Rita's names. He's a fan of the band Train, and especially two of their songs, Meet Virginia and Following Rita. Uncle Casso laughed it off, saying Grandpa Pascale never got the chance to name his kids, and his wife, Kerri, named them instead. I'm glad I never met her, she sounds crazy - I mean, really, who names their kids Picasso and Da Vinci?!

Grandpa P has always said he wants to be the best painter and guitar player going. I think he's almost there. He's an amazing painter. He promised he he'll paint a portrait of me when I'm older, how cool is that? His guitar-playing is nearly perfect, too, and his guitar is awesome. It has an amp and everything, and looks like Bat-man.

Uncle Casso told me quietly the other day, while Uncle Chester was storming around the house muttering frantically to himself, that Uncle Chester is really stressed in work at the moment. He's always dreamed of being the leader of the free world, but since going on maternity leave (or should that be paternity leave?) with Rita, he's had to endure insults like bullets from his colleagues.

I came home from school the other day to find Grandpa P shaking hands with a weird old lady that looked completely white. Now, I know Grandpa's not the most... human person, but he's not dead either... If that makes sense. This lady was dead, like totally dead. Dad told me she was my great-grandmother. Ever wondered where Uncle Casso got his brown hair from? Yeah, it was this woman, Bridgette. My great-grandmother.

I was walking past the gym earlier when I saw Dad running with all his might on the treadmill. I tried not to make myself seen, and I don't think he saw me. I think he's secretly worried about his health. He's always been a bit bigger than Uncle Casso, his twin brother, and Uncle Casso thinks it's funny. Poor Dad. He's always been good, too, and Uncle Casso's always had a bit of a mean streak. Evil, Mum says.

Grandpa must have a knack with the dead. Maybe it's cause he starved himself to death when he was a bit younger. My great-great-grandfather Abraham started wandering around aimlessly at night and Grandpa went to say hello.

Even my great auntie Zia decided to float around for a bit. I've never asked what happened to her. I should ask Grandpa, he'd know.

So I came home today and found Dad in his work clothes playing chess with a girl. Her hair hung over her face so I couldn't see her features, but I saw a glimpse of black eyeshadow and lipstick, and her hands and feet were almost as pale as the pyjama top she was wearing.

"Uh," I frowned. "Dad..."
"Oh, hi Kardos." He looked up briefly before returning to his game of chess. "This is Wednesday. Wednesday Cleerskie. Uncle Picasso and Uncle Chester have adopted her. Say hello, then."
"H-Hello..." I stammered.
"Very good, see you later," Dad replied. I waited for a second, my feet frozen to the floor, wondering if this girl, Wednesday, was going to reply. Obviously not. "Uh... bye, Dad." I walked out.

Later on, I was eating tea alone and went to wash my plate when I bumped into Wednesday.

"Oh... sorry." I muttered, pretending to read the title of the book on the table.
Wednesday didn't say 'you're welcome'. Instead, gazing at the book, she said, "Interesting book, that. Have you read it?"
"Uh... no. I - I should."
"I used to be in a book club." She replied, matter-of-factly. "We read it... of course, there's no book club in Riverview, it's too small..."
"Huge compared to Twinbrook," I said under my breath.
"Hmm." She murmured quietly, as if she hadn't heard what I'd just said. "I used to live in Bridgeport, you know."
"R-really?" I stammered. "That's very... nice."
"You look tired." She said suddenly. "You should be getting some rest."
"Yeah." I nodded, putting my plate on the table gently. I walked off quietly.

You absolute idiot, Kardos.

Wh-what?! Who's there?!
Who d'you think, idiot? I'm inside your head.
No, no you're not! I am not insane!
Don't you see, idiot? She likes you!
What?
Wednesday, idiot!
No she doesn't!
Yes she does...but you, you idiot, stuttering and muttering under your breath like some kind of rat -
Shut up! Go away, go away!
You like her, don't you, you like Wednesday Cleerskie -
That's stupid, of course I don't -
But you're an idiot, aren't you, you can't even spell her name -
GO AWAY!

You know what? I think I'm going insane.

But I don't have to worry. Because I'm King Kardos...

...right?

Hello there, if you're reading this. If you are, you're awesome, because I never get views on stuff like this, but I'm gonna continue anyway, woo :D

This is Lola Mustang, our Founder. She is a lucky, schmoozing, flirtatious eco-friendly kleptomaniac who wants to be a Heartbreaker. I originally gave her Frugal but then swapped it for Kleptomaniac later in the game. Lola got a job as a Firefighter, because I wanted to try the profession out. She met Abraham Finkel, who if you don't remember is an easily impressed neurotic mooching genius with a good sense of humour, who wants to be a Hit Composer.

You know...I'd say they got on pretty well...

And thus, this happened. Cal Mustang was born.

And this happened...Nick Alto, who became a vampire in my game, turned Lola, who turned Abraham.

This is Rex, their second child, who is also a vampire. He inherited Abraham's hair, 'cause he's awesome :D

Cal became a teen, and had Lola's hair but a lot of Abe's facial features and some of Lola's, which was quite cool because I wanted the hair to carry on for a few generations.

Oh...
Cal and Rex died...I was absolutely gutted at this point...the only other legacy I've ever had before the Mustangs was a legacy that never even managed to get a co-founder because it was so laggy...my computer broke though and I had 2 more RAM put in then so now it works like a dream, most of the time. Excuse the graphics, though. They're terrible because I don't understand graphic cards.

And while everyone was at it, Lola decided to die as well. They (I) didn't notice that the fridge had been destroyed. Oops.
And then Abe was a single father and I though there was no hope UNTIL! Oh my Ghost came along and said "hey, want your first-born back?" and Abe said sure and Cal came back to a life as a really awesome meteor ghost. :D

Abe didn't like being single so he married Pauline Wan (Party Animal, Ambitious, Commitment Issues, Flirty, Loves The Outdoors, LTW: Heartbreaker). She'd only just given birth to Hank Goddard's child too. Lawl. Abe turned her because at that time I loved vampires, so everyone was a vampire...

I brought Cal back and this is him (Genius, Artistic, Bookworm, Flirty, Daredevil, LTW: World-Renowned Surgeon) going steady with a girl called Bridgette whose traits or anything I don't know because the family tree is glitched.. They married and...

Abraham decided that he'd make it through work without having breakfast. Oh, Abe...you were one of my favourite sims in Sunset Valley!

Pauline liked new handsome thin ghost Abraham though! I didn't bring him back via the science lab.

Pauline: Oh crap. I've just given birth to a baby called Red that's her dead husband's son and now she has come back.
Yep. She's back! :D

See Lola's carelessness at Pauline's death? I felt exactly the same. "Oh, what a pity...oh well. More space for Cal and Bridgette's children!
Which, seeing as I just said that, are...

Zia (Daredevil. Athletic, Loner, Good, Kleptomaniac, LTW: Possession is nine tenths of the law)...

Pascale (Snob, Artistic, Excitable, Rebellious, No Sense of Humour, LTW: Master of the Arts)...

And Tace (Clumsy, Heavy Sleeper, Neat, Brave, Can't Stand Art, LTW: Creature-Robot Cross-Breeder). Pascale was named heir.

This is Red as a teen. I only included this picture because it's totally awesome and I love it.

This is Rex. I brought him back too. At this point him and Red were best friends and young adults.

And then I killed Zia because it seemed like the best thing to do at the time. I didn't really like her anyway.

Pascale married Kerri Willett (Mooch, Friendly, Unlucky, Couch Potato, Good Sense of Humour, LTW: Chess Legend). This isn't their wedding; they met in the park, both wearing their everyday clothes, and Kerri's everyday was a wedding dress. XD They had children:

This is Picasso, named after Pascale's Artistic trait. He was born Evil and Athletic, both chosen by me. Are you sensing my plan?


This is Da Vinci, Picasso's twin. He was born Good and Athletic.

Muah ha ha ha!


This is Anastasia, Pascale's second wife. Kerri and him had no problems but Anastasia was a repowoman so I thought, "ooh, point!". They later divorced though, because Anastasia (Born Saleswoman, Mean Spirited, Frugal, Inappropriate, Hopeless Romantic) was talking to Cal whilst I was controlling Pascal and when I clicked back to her Cal thought she was very alluring. So I made them kiss whilst Pascale was walking past just for fun, then he broke up with her. :D I...am a cruel simmer.


Picasso: Rawr, I will eat your brains out, Vinci! Oh wait, you have none!
Da Vinci: Was he talking to me? He is not worthy of my time or presence!




...Oh, Pascale.


Lola: Hellooo? I want to sleep but there's a little man and his father in the way!
Lola, there are three vampire beds in this house.
Lola: But I just want a little comfort!
You float on the vampire bed though. You don't even feel it!
Lola: You're a llama.

MEANWHILE...Anastasia moved out, Cal retired, Picasso and Da Vinci became teens, and Cal "died". But then I had glitches so I had to replay and I sent Cal, Lola, Rex and Red to the Netherworld, and the twins aged up. Kerri is dead and Pascale went invisible for no reason so I starved him to death and brought him back as a thankfully visible purple ghost. Picasso is now married to his imaginary friend Baloop who was renamed Chester when he turned human, and Da Vinci married his imaginary friend Fluwarr who was renamed Fleur when she turned human. They were little kids when the imaginary friends were named, don't diss ;)

NEXT TIME: We get to see Chester and Fleur, and Pascale as a ghost! Fourth generation babies? Maybe! The posts after this one will be following their lives properly, this was just a recap kind of post just to get you all up to date. Bye! :D