Now What? Remar 2004

Remar, summer, 2004
Faith is 19
After being forced to leave school over a silly thing as grades, Faith had no choice but to strike it out on her own. Her parents have already put a deposit down on a small apartment bungalow as they call it and there is no room for Faith. She doesn't mind too much since she wasn't much of an image booster for her pastor father.

Instead she found a ratty two bedroom apartment on the southside of the Metro and got a roommate. Cara was a bit rough on the edges, but so was Faith and the two women hit it off wonderfully after meeting in person. Together they hit up all the garage sales and online auctions to furnish thier place which the landlord said was undergoing renovations. Faith didn't know that meant that the walls were bare sheetrock, if that and the vintage kitchen meant that the kitchen hadn't been updated in simyears.

Thankfully the apartment had it's pluses and one of them being The Pancake House right next door. Faith loved that she could wake up, sniff the air and know what the special of the day was.

"So you work here full time?" Faith asked, being friendly.

"No way! This is my part time job, something to pay the rent. I'm an artist, mostly charcoals and watercolors, sometimes spraypaint."

"Now, will you be having the blue plate special?"

Faith nodded.

The blue plate special didn't even come on a blue plate, so why was it called a blue plate special anyhow? Faith tried not to concern herself with such thoughts and instead enjoyed the warm thick gooey mac & cheese. She needed the substance for work tonight, well the work that she found for tonight.

Which consisted of DJing a few hours at a rooftop party followed by

a few more hours covering for a sick bartender. Faith walked home later that evening, or early that morning, whichever you perfer with a little under §150. Not bad if you were living at home and your parents were footing the bill, but when you've just been expelled and you have an awful lot to prove to the world, then you have to do better.

The next day, it seemed like the world had come to see how well, or horrible, Faith was doing.

"Professor Scampi! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. How are you doing, Faith?"

Faith smiled. "I'm doing ok. I didn't move to the biggest mansion on the block, but you have to start from somewhere, right?"

Professor Scampi smiled. "Yes, you do. I can't stay long, I have a 2 o'clock class, but I wanted to give you this." He said pressing a handful of simoleans in her hand.

"Hopefully it will help and don't hesitate to give me a call, ok?"

Faith kissed the man tenderly, "I'll call you."

After she counted the stack of bills (about§2100, if you're curious), she whipped out her cell phone and dialed.

"Hello?" a groggy voice said on the other end.

"Wake up! I'm sure you have a class or something you should be at!"

"Faith? Is that you?"

"Who else would it be, Bill?"

"Wow, how are you?"

"I'm doing well. I got a place in the Metro, enjoying the independent life. No classes, no tests, nothing."

"That's great, Faith."

"Well, I gotta go. Have fun in your sucky classes." She teased.

"You too, take care of yourself."

"Don't I always."

Yes, Faith took care of herself. She decided to spend some quality time in the hottub. No, it wasn't a perk of the apartment, but thankfully the apartment not only bordered The Pancake House, but also the Red Door Nightclub with three floors of dancing, hot tubs and bars.

"I just moved next door." Faith chatted with the cutie who shared the hot tub with her.

"That's great. Hey, do you want to-"

Faith tossed a couple of insults his way before leaving the warm swirling water. It wasn't that she wasn't interested, but she did like to have a name before bumping uglies with some sim.

To calm herself, she found an unoccupied bubble blower and lost herself in the uplifting round orbs. She finds herself a bit hungry, but walking to The Pancake House means finding her discarded clothes and right now she's pretty comfortable in her bikini.

Instead she raids the keg in the corner. After a few cups she decides to forgo the cups and drinks straight from the tap.

The last thing she remembers of the evening is running down the street yelling "Gooo Furbits!!!"

Good thing she had such a good roommate like Cara to carry her up the stairs and hold her hair while she puked. Cara even left her a to do list the next morning.

For Faith
1. You got the job at Stop & Snack. Call the
manager at x2352

2. Remember you agreed to go out with my friends, including the one with the "tight butt" (your words not mine) Dick. They'll be here at eight to pick us up.

3. Brush your teeth.

4. Eat something that doesn't resemble mold or
comes in a can or is in liguid form.

Faith smiled and happily completed her tasks on her list-even eating a heaty pork chop meal from The Pancake House. At 7:55 there was a knock on the door and Dick along with three other friends of Cara stood at the door.

"Let's go!" Cara roared from her bedroom pumping her fists and the small crowd raced down the stairs and across the street. Thier destination was 39th Street, full of diners, bars and general fun.

First stop was the karoke bar. Faith pretended not to notice as the rest of the group disappeared leaving her and Dick alone. She pretended not to hear his tone dead voice struggle to hit the notes.

Instead she truly let herself go and enjoy the moment, the sound of music swirling around her, the smell of hot dogs and gyros sinking in her hair, the feel of her foot stuck to the sticky spot on the floor.

"Wanna see a movie?" Dick asked.

Faith smiled, every girl knew that when you went to the movies, there was going to be very little movie watching.

"Ok."

Faith was almost right.

Before the movie started, Dick pulled her arm to his lips and in a vampish accent said "I vant to vuck vour vlood!" and proceeded to kiss her arm.

She giggled...and then she swooned.

"Why don't you just kiss me?" she asked.

"Wow, well, I-"

Faith cut the talking short by grabbing him in a deep embrace. Yep, it was a very good night, a very good night indeed. So good, it ended with Dick asking her to come to a party at his building-like right now. Faith didn't hesitate, ok, she hesitated long enough to change into clothes that didn't smell like burnt hot dogs and accompanied Dick to his apartment.

"This isn't that bad of a place."

"Thanks, too bad it's on the demolition block."

"What, really?"

"Yea, something about glowing mold in the walls."

"That sucks."

They don't talk about mold for long, actually they talk about the rising cost of processed cheese.

"If they keep jacking up the price, then what are sims supposed to eat with thier lunch meat sandwiches? What's going to happen to grilled cheese sandwiches? Some sims LIVE off of those things."

Faith nods, wishing she didn't have to depend on processed cheese as her food source. However bewteen the block of processed cheese-that is starting to get a little moldy-and The Pancake House, Faith wouldn't survive.

"Enough talk about cheese and simoleans, let's dance!"

And dance they did. Since dancing worked up an appetite and neither wanted to eat cheese, they hiked across the street to the prerequisite never closing diner.

"I want the biggest greasiest hamburger, double pickles, half mayo, extra mustard with a large order of hot extra salty fries and a large diet soda."

"Oh, you're one of those." Dick said laughing.

"One of what?"

"Those sims who order huge meals and end it with a diet soda."

"Whatever, I like the taste of it. Besides, be happy I didn't order dessert, I loooove chocolate and that double chocolate mousse cake with ice cream looks really good."

"You're new to the Metro, right? I haven't seen you around."

"Yea, pretty new. Do you have all the names and faces of the sims in the Metro?"

"Just the pretty ones."

Faith rolled her eyes.

"Ok, that was bad, I admit it...but you are pretty."

"Thanks."

After inhaling thier food, the duo ran upstairs to the technology store. Dick wanted to look at the new MP3 players and Faith just wanted to play around in the photo booth. Not like that mind you! This was only thier first date! However, some nice photos would be a perfect souvenior.

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Faith is out on her own and what a party animal she is. She didn't even have a want to get a job, but we all know rent doesn't get paid by itself. She did have the want to call and chat with Bill. Maybe she's missing college life, or the redheaded boy himself. However, she does have Professor Scampi and Dick to keep her busy now.

Faith's apartment building really does include a working resturaunt called The Pancake House and nightclub (however there are no bartenders :( perhaps Faith could work there part-time).

I'm glad I finished writing this before I made any decisions about Faith. She was quickly on her way to becoming either a non-playable playable or moving to another hood, but Dick in her life-combined with Professor Scampi and her renewed interest in Bill-are making her so much more interesting.

Hormonal, Remar 2004

Remar, summer, 2004
(mini-update)
With only a few weeks before they had to return to Kimikura, the Warwicks enjoyed their bare space. Apple Valley had changed a lot and was due to undergo even more changes. As a result, the family packed most of their furniture in storage and rented a small home upon their return. Once the stint overseas was over, they planned on buying again, but until then, renting was the way to go.

Sandy continued to work on her latest novel, she couldn't afford to lose precious moments on the manuscript.

Sazo, well, Sazo danced his hinney off in the living room.

Somethings never change, such as bees terrorizing poor Si'Enya. She didn't mean to distrub them, she was trying to get closer to a Willow Toed Spider.

S'Ahmisa and Verde were still going strong. Rojo wondered how he could get in on that kind of action. S'Ahmisa was cute, very cute, and very much his brother's girlfriend. Thankfully, Si'Enya was just as cute.

He had to turn away quickly when he saw his brother grab S'Ahmisa's butt. Maybe Rojo would have to rethink things and look for a woman that played sports. Look at that body!

Si'Enya broke up the makeout session by bringing out the hot dogs, pure kobe beef, for the impromptu teen pool party.

"Summer just isn't summer without a trip to the beach or at least a little bit of swimming."

"Or yummy hot dogs and bon fires at night. I wish there was a beach nearby."

"By the time you come back, there might be. There's talk about opening one of the shores for beach front property."

"That would be amazing."

"I hate that you're leaving again so soon."

"Me too."

"I guess we'll have to wait until university to see each other again. We are going to the same university, right?"

"It would be great to do so, but I don't know. We have to follow our own dreams and if we end up together in the end, then that would be beyond awesome. I really want to play soccer and so far Pierce has offered me a scholarship that would be hard to refuse."

"Well, I want to be at your soccer games, rooting for my girl."

"Eww, Rojo, back up. Just because I got boobs, doesn't mean that you should try and hit on me."

"What? That's not-"

"Whatever, you're hormonal, it happens when you hit puberty, but try not to flirt with anything that jiggles, ok?"

"You don't jiggle, you're firm in all the right places."

"Ok, this is gross. No, it's beyond gross. We're twelve for goodness sakes, we have plenty of time for all that crazy hormonal stuff. Eww, double eww. I'm going swimming."

Rojo wondered what it was that his brother had to make it so easy for him. What Rojo didn't know is that the Warwick girls are very headstrong and not willing to let some guy get in the way of thier dreams or make them feel uncomfortable. Sandy and Sazo raised some vocal girls.

S'Ahmisa broke through the surface of the water and signaled to Verde that she was headed out of the pool.

A few moments later, the couple sat in the treehouse overlooking the hood.

"I can't believe that we're seniors already."

"Yea, me either. Do you know if you're going to come down for graduation?"

"I will try, maybe you can come to my graduation as well. It's going to be very interesting. They tend to reuse a lot of kimikurian rituals and it's a very colorful event."

"See, isn't this more fun then trying to grab my butt?" Si'Enya asked as the two friends spun around the playground.

"I don't know, our siblings make it seem more fun."

"They're older, doofus! Of course it's more fun when you're their age, but us, we should be just spinning in the breeze...I think."

Outtakes:

They are just too cute!

Looks like big sister is playing chaperone, don't even think about grabbing her butt.

Keeping it Hot, Remar 2004

Remar, summer, 2004
Jorge and Jolie are 37, Grace Elise is 9, Ashlee is 6, Esther is 2, Chase and Amyra are 1

With only a few weeks of summer vacation left, the older Dawson girls spend many nights staying up late giggling about overheard gossip and cartoons. Grace Elise has entered that strange stage of the tween years and thankfully she is still the sweet little girl adored by all. However she has begun to drift off into her own secret world as her parents call it. There have been many times when they enter the backyard to find the girl staring at the sea, lost in a trance. At first it scared them, thinking that she had some sort of neurological disorder, but Julio confirmed that everything was fine and that she was simply a dreamer.

Jolie could understand that, she often found herself staring into the abiss contemplating her next recipe. She never did follow up on the offer to open her own bakery and she could no longer work for CupaJava either considering the commute. Instead she focused on her writing career and working on new recipes. She had to travel occasionally and even enter a competition now and then to stay revelant and desirable in the ever competative cookbook market.

Jorge was doing the same, keeping up his physical stamina that his job demanded. Sometimes a hostage situation proved scary and sims got hurt. Being in top form helped to prevent that and insure that he would always come home.

Jolie ran into her office to add a last minute note to her stack of recipes while Jorge gave the babysitter a set of instructions.

"Come on, we're going to miss the train into the Metro." Jorge said pulling her away from her laptop.

When they arrived to the Metro, Jolie could hardly contain her excitement. She loved these dates with her husband. Sometimes she planned them and sometimes he planned them, but either way they both ensured that thier spouse had a great time. They were making more of an effort to keep the fire hot bewteen the two of them since her slip up a few years ago. Jolie tried not to think about him and how much her mistake almost cost her. Thankfully she had a supportive and sexy husband to help her recover.

"Happy anniversary!" Jorge said when thier champagne arrived.

Fifteen simyears ago, they were married. Yes, they had thier ups and downs, but the love was still there and stronger.

"Did you see that Grace Elise was assigned the part of the oak tree for the back to school play?"

Jolie groaned, she needed to somehow create a costume.

"I did see the letter. I've been looking in all sorts of crafts books trying to find some sort of easy costume to make. I think a paper bag and green construction paper will be the best I can do."

"I also have to do some shopping, both of the girls have grown so much. Grace Elise needs new shoes and Ashlee needs some new jeans."

Jorge laughed. "We're like those old married couples. Tis is a date and yet we're talking about the kids."

Jolie laughed as well. "I know, what on earth did we talk about before?"

"Music?"

"Um, do you think we should sign the girls up for violin lessons?"

"I think that counts as talking about the children."

"Ok...tell me why Fiona insists on visiting our house? Do you think it has something to do with the next election?"

"The hood council has been asking for my advice concerning security matters."

"Is everything ok? We're not going to war or something are we?"

"No, there are no wars on the horizon, but we still have security issues that need to be addressed."

"Oh."

Jolie chewed on her lobster, thinking how to word her next thoughts.

"I want another baby." She blurted out.

Jorge gagged on his fork.

"Another baby? Sweetie, we have five children as it is."

"I know, but sometimes I want another baby. Especially since the twins are now crawling around. Soon they'll be in school and headed to university."

Jorge took another bite to give him time to think. "How about we wait a few more years. Until Esther is in kindergarten at least."

"But you know how long it took to get pregnant with the twins, we might not have another chance. I'll be 40 soon and my fertility will start decreasing faster then a train falling off a cliff."

"Let's give it some time, let's just wait and make sure this is really what you want, ok?"

Jolie nodded. He had a point. Some days she craved to hold another child and other days she wondered how she would survive with the children she had.

After dinner, they enjoyed some time on the rooftop, taking in the sights of the metro and enjoying each other's embrace.

Jorge couldn't get the thought of thier family expanding again out of his head. He thought about it on the train ride home.

He considered it while tucking in Esther.

He looked into the eyes of his youngest daughter and considered what it would be like to have another child with his green eyes running around the house.

Or even what it would be like to have another son. He couldn't see himself being very comfortable with the idea of six children, six university tuitions, six mouths to feed, six weddings to contribute to, six sets of school supplies, six sets of grandchildren. However, his heart warmed at the thought of six sweet smiles, six giggles, six sticky hugs after work and six 'I love you, daddy's.