Monday, 31 January 2011

AJ's on Twitter! Plus some extra announcements...

AJ has started using the computers in the public library and has decided that she would create a Twitter account! Here, she will be posting updates about how she feels and a shortened down version of what's going on in her life. Follow her here:
AJ's Twitter Account

Also, there if now an official thread for The Neon Matriarchy, on The Sims 3 website. So feel free to check it out!
Official Thread

Friday, 28 January 2011

Generation 1: Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning feeling pretty crappy, to be honest. I hadn't had a very good night's sleep, because the mattress was hard and lumpy and springs kept digging into me. I really hoped I was able to get a job, otherwise I'd be living in this hole for the rest of my life - at least, until I got paid.

After getting dressed, I picked up the newspaper and scanned the job section. Desk jockey...not for me. Lab guinea way. And then I spotted an opening in the Stylist profession. I read the details.
"Stylists needed. Visit Don's Salon and Tattoo parlour for details, or contact us by email, donlothario@rview.sim. Additionally, you can call us at 8309-4576-130." I decided to call using my cell phone, excited at the prospect at getting a job. I talked to the manager on duty at the time, who's name was Don Lothario, and he conducted my interview right there and then.
"Do you have any qualifications?"
"Uh, well, I went to uni for a while and got a degree in Beauty, if that's what you mean."
"Really? Great! You can come in now and we'll give you a test run, if you like. You free?"
"Yep. There's nothing on."
"Fabulous, darling." I tried to hide a giggle at this, and instead took the phone away and coughed, disguising my laugh.
"Oh, are you OK?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, fine."
"All right then. Come on in, then. We'll see how you do."
"Fine, OK, thanks. See ya!"

I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket. I called a taxi and headed down to the salon where I was to have a test run. I don't know where this outfit came from but apparently it's my work uniform. I really, desperately hoped I'd get the job - I needed this money, and fast. I only had about 130 Simoleans, and that was hardly going to buy me some walls. I would either earn money, or marry someone with a bit of money, or  both.
(sorry about the time skip here. I have no pictures. D'oh!)

I arrived at the salon, and immediately one of my co-workers-to-be came and gripped my hand tightly, shaking it up and down.
"Good to have you!" He said, in a gruff voice. "You're here for the test run, ain'tcha? I'm Larry Cooper."
"Uh, yeah, hi. I'm AJ Houston." I said, slightly uncertainly. "Do you know where Don is?"
Larry jerked his thumb beside us. "Right there. Don't interrupt him, though. He's in one of his...odd moods."
"Odd moods?"
"Heck, don't ask me. He says he gets these flashbacks of a different place. Personally I think he's bonkers, but he's one of the best stylists there is out there, so I ain't gonna complain."
"Um, OK. He'll be surveying my work, won't he?"
"'Course he will. He'll snap out of it soon enough.
Just then, the store phone rang and Don answered it, not acknowledging me. "Don's Salon and Tattoo Parlour, how can I help?" He listened while the client said what they wanted, and nodded, saying stuff like, "Sure, we can do that for you. Absolutely. See you then," and hung up the phone. He noticed me and walked over, nodding at me."
"Are you AJ Houston, the girl who's doing a test run?"
"Yeah," I said.
"I've got a client there that wants a makeover. Nothing drastic, just two new everyday outfits. You can do that?"
"No problem!" I said, smiling.
"Good. You'll be working at Station Three, just through there." He pointed through a door and I waited there until the client came.
(Sorry, another lack of pictures.)

The client was happy, and as he thanked me he paid me, then went to Don to say how much he liked it. Don apprehended his new appearance, then remarked, "A little young, but I have to say, it does look good. I'll relay the information to the stylist."
"Thanks!" said the client, before walking out the door, whistling a happy tune. Don came over to me and shook my hand.
"You got the job," he said, shaking my hand. "The client was happy, that's all that matters. If you need a little training, or aren't feeling terribly confident, just come and watch me at work."
"Ohmygosh! Seriously? Thank you so much!" I shook his hand vigorously and he became a little uncomfortable. "Sorry."
"Uh, it's...OK."
It was then that he walked in.

I was stunned for a second. Then, as I regained my sanity, he noticed me. He smiled for a second, and I knew he just had to be mine.
Now, I'm not one for love at first sight - that sort of thing makes me want to puke - but that very moment, I believed in it. That musky, slightly aftershave-y man smell just made me want to go over there and kiss the face off him. But, of course, that would just be weird. So I walked up, and calmly introduced myself.

"I'm AJ Houston," I said.
"Hal Breckenbridge," he said. "I haven't seen you round here. You new?"
"I just moved yesterday."
"Sweet." he said. "Where'd you move to?"
"You know that street with the really big houses...?"
"Phwoar! You're one of those rich kids?"
"Well, no. I was kicked out of my parents' home, and moved to a place that's a little more...humble."

I'm not that flirty, but I guess when his hand accidentally brushed mine he felt the spark too! I was so thrilled, and I have to say I flirted with him a little. OK, maybe not a little. More like a lot. Yes, I'm still at work, but my shift ended so I changed into my normal clothes. We moved a little closer together, and stared into each other's eyes. I went beetroot and he smiled.

And so the days went by. Each morning I got up and cooked waffles for myself, or ate the leftovers (which, quite frankly, tasted like the fridge and were generally cooked unevenly by the cheap stove) of a meal before. I chatted to Hal before work every day and sometimes he visited me. We hadn't actually been on a date yet, or even confessed our attraction for each other, but I had to do it soon or I would go insane - well, more insane than I was already. One day, as I was preparing for the day at work, he came in, filling the salon with that sweet yet manly scent of his. I turned to him and smiled, and he smiled back, somewhat nervously.

"Look, AJ."
"Hal? Is something wrong?"
"Of course not!" He said quickly. "I just wanted to say, AJ, think that I'm, uh..."
Horror spread across my face. "Hal! You're not gay, are you? Please tell me you're not gay!"
"AJ! No!" he yelped, a hint of a smile on his face. "I think I'm in love with you, OK?"
My mouth fell open in shock, and relief hit me like a wave in the chest. "I...I...Buh-buh-buh-"
His face fell. "It's OK. I understand." He turned and started to leave dejectedly.
"No, Hal! Wait!" I grabbed his hand and turned him around, to hold him close to me.

He stroked my cheek, and right there I wanted him to be with me, forever.
"I think I love you too, Hal."
And we stayed like that, holding each other, until my shift started, and then he left. My heart was left thumping unevenly in my chest as I gawped after him, unsure of what had just happened. But what I was sure of was that I was in love.
Perhaps life here wouldn't be so bad after all.

Thursday, 27 January 2011

Generation 1: Chapter 1

NO. No way. This cannot be happening. Not to me. Please, let it be a dream. My life is officially over. OVER! It's never coming back. Ever. Does that woman seriously expect me to live here? It's not a house, it's a hovel! What is wrong with her!? I stared blankly at the "house" in front of me. You couldn't even call it that. A roof over four pillars, with random bits of furniture dotted about. And not a penny to my name! I walked over to the hard, lumpy bed and lay back on it, trying to relax on it without springs digging into my spine.

Yeah, a little bit about myself. I'm AJ Houston, and I recently moved here from Sunrise Springs, a town a couple of hours away from here. I was dumped here by my mother because apparently, I'm a nutcase. Out of the safe, warm environment of our modern family home, and into this dump. Well, not exactly into. More like under a roof with no walls. Or privacy for when I have certain things that I'd rather not do in front of people. According to her, the "country air" will do me good. That's the biggest load of crap I've ever heard in my life.

The other houses on the street are nice. I admit, I got my hopes up a little when I saw this beauty. Hey, if the other houses were nice, surely mine will be too? But that's where I was wrong. And that is why I don't get my hopes up. I mean, just look at that happy, perfect family living in a nice, family-sized home. With a car, I might  add. I'll have to travel everywhere by one of those garish yellow taxis. And there'll probably be some creepy balding dude driving who will either weave in and out of traffic like a madman, or drive so slowly I'll wish I'd caught a snail and gone somewhere on it.

At this point of thought-ranting I decided that I was bored and that I should probably go somewhere. That's just one of the things that comes with being ADHD, though. You always have to do something. I've got a mild case of OCD too, I think, since everything has to be perfect or I go slightly bonkers and have an urge to go and fix it even if I can't be bothered stopping what I'm doing. I told the cab driver (who was balding, might I add) to take me to the library so I could brush up on my cooking, even though in school my cookery teacher said I had a gift for cooking. Still, never hurts to practice.

I arrived at the Wright Reading Room (or whatever you call it) and immediately started browsing for a cookery book. I passed a book for the Handiness skill, too, so picked it up as well so that if something breaks I might just be able to fix it. Maybe, if I'm lucky. Give me a spanner and I'll probably clonk myself on the head with it.

While at the library I met a nice old dear with a slightly dubious sense of fashion. I went up and introduced myself, and we had a nice chat.
"Hi, I'm AJ Houston, I'm new in town. What's your name?"
"Och hello dearie! I'm Rayna Kaminski but mostly people call me Aunty Ray so you can call me that too. New in town, are ye? It's always nice to see new faces around here. Where'd ye come from?"
"Oh, I came from Sunrise Springs. It takes a couple of hours to get there from here. Not that I'd really have any reason to go there..."
"Have ye no family up there, dear?"
"Oh, um, yeah, but I, uh, it's hard to explain."
"Ah, ye don't want teh tell me? That's fine, love. Any time you want a chat, come and find me."
"Thanks, um, Auntie Ray..." I stumbled over the name a bit, since she wasn't really my auntie.
"Bye, now!" With a wave of a wrinkly hand and a crinkly-eyed smile, she left the library.
How nice of her! I thought. If there's one thing I like, it's friendly locals.

When I arrived back home, I was feeling pretty hungry, so I fixed myself some Autumn Salad, a recipe which I had learned in school. It wasn't too hard to make and it was quick, but it filled me up considerably. It was pretty good considering I hadn't made it for a couple of years now.

Ahh, eating Autumn Salad on the toilet with not much of a roof over your just seems so homely, doesn't it? After I had washed the dishes, I went to bed. I was going job-hunting tomorrow, and I needed to be in top form to get even the slightest sliver of a chance of getting a job. Good night!