Simstory

Ysabel went to the park after her long day. And it’s just 10 am. She breathed the fresh morning air of her new life.

Lying is exhausting. She thought. 

She needs to keep up with her lies. I have to believe these lies, I have to be this person I am saying.

She went to on to sit on the chess table and play a little game with the ladies there. She chat with them amicably, almost forgetting that she was indeed a runaway girl.

She thought that it was a weird town. People don’t know each other and yet, they seemed so open with their lives. It feels too good to be true.

She was spinning her lies again, trying to memorize her story and new life. If starting a new life were as easy as telling a new story everyone would do it.

“Where do you live, by the way?”  A girl named Clarita asked.

“I live by the shore uphill. I am still getting settled actually. I need to build a house and find a job soon. You know, the whole package.”

“You will love this place. The people are friendly, nature is everywhere and the rent are lower compare to the city. There are even some vacationers who never returned home.”

“Thaat’s way creepy, Clarita! I hope it was due to their own decisions.”

Clarita laughed. 

“I didn’t mean it that way! Of course, it was because of their own decisions.”

“I’m Mortimer Goth of the Goth City Realtor’s Office. How may I help you today miss…Quinn?” He scanned the paper the receptionist had her fill up a while ago.

She measured her words. The next lies she was about to tell would be her permanent record in the City Hall.

“Well, I’m an Oceanographer and I wanted to study the seas surrounding your island. The marine flora and fauna in your island is outstanding. My team was wondering if we could study it, I’m sure it would be of great help not only to the International Marine Community but also to the City. Chills ran her back.

It wasn’t that far from the truth. When their family were sailing cross country before, her father always tells her facts about the oceans of the world. He would always quiz her while they’re sitting in the cockpit. His father would put the Captain’s Hat on her head if she perfect the little quiz, much to her delight.

“That sounds wonderful!” The man behind the desk was clearly amazed and eager for recognition. Both for the town and for him.

“That brings me to this conundrum. I need a place to call home for the next couple of months, luckily years, that is near the shore and big enough to house a temporary science lab.” She said. “Or a Windenburg Oceanography Lab” She whispered connivingly and sealed the deal with a wink.

“Yes of course, of course!” He said excitedly.

“The thing is, Mr. Goth…”

“Oh, call me Mortimer. Er, Mr. Mortimer”

“The thing is, Mr. Mortimer, I don’t want anybody knowing this because I don’t want to keep anybody’s hopes up. Especially the City Mayor. I don’t want any other scientist claiming the discovery, shall there be. I hope you understand this.”

“My lips are sealed! It’s between you and me. As far as the City Realtor’s Office is concerned, you’re just a woman who happened to run away from home and found our humble city as a perfect place to start your new life.”

She froze. He didn’t notice.

“As for the future the Windenburg Oceanography Lab, I suggest we speak of it again some other time. My family is one of the founding members of this town and I’m interested in funding the lab when you need it. Goth Oceanography Laboratory and Development would be GOLD! Pun intended” He chuckled.

“It will indeed, be GOLD.” She smiled. Alas, ambition and greed, our salvation.She thought.

“For the matter on hand, I have the perfect place for you. It’s ancestral lot near the shore in the south.”

Bingo.

“But it is not for sale not rent at the moment. It’s the city ordinance for an ancestral lot or house to be paid in service to community. So you must serve the city first, before it serves you.”

The man became business-like again. What a split personality.

“Here’s a list of jobs you can take for the city government. Pick one and the lot is yours as long as you are in the service. You need to render ten years for it but we can make arrangements.” His voice near whisper.

“I understand.” Ysabel held her head high and offered her hand to the man, who then shook it.

“Thank you for your time Mr. Mortimer. Till we meet again.”

She stood and went out. Leaving the man with his daydreams.

Ysabel roamed around town, careful not to tire herself too much. She was getting hungry as it is.

She came by a vacant lot, the clearing was so inviting but not as much as the mesmerizing view of the sea. She has to have it. She feels that she had found the place to start.

She went to the City Hall and asked for the plot of land, she was prepared to be disappointed. A plot that beautiful has to cost a million.

The lady at the desk was nice enough to point her to the right direction. The small town bureaucracy was astounding. Where she was from, you had to wait in line for hours and curse once or twice before you get to where you need to go.

She sat by the waiting area in the “Office of the City Realtors” as it said on the door. Only two other people were with her. One was an old woman by the water dispenser, who was clutching her bag, clearly distressed. The other was a woman, quietly chatting with a child was two seats away from her. She was mildly anxious that the lady might start chatting to her. She still has not made up stories to tell yet.

The door to the office opened and Old lady was called.

I have to think of something, quick. She thought.

“Hello! What brings you to our lovely town?” The lady smiled at her, ignoring the child her if they could go to the park already.

“Oh, hi! Well I have an uncle here and I was needed to tend to his business as he fell ill. So here I am.” She smiled back. How easy lying came to her gave her chills.

“Oh yeah? Which business? I know most of the businesses here. Small town problems” She chuckled. “I hope it’s not Mr. Codey’s Meat Shop on the third! The next meat shop is blocks away from our home!” She said

Oh shit. “No, I don’t know actually. I’ve only been here when I was kid. But I’m gonna find out soon.” She shrugged. “I just passed by the City Hall to find out if there are vacant lots or rooms for rent around here.” “I don’t want to trouble my uncle’s family too much” She quickly added. I hope the kid goes on tantrum mode soon. She smiled at the kid now nearing meltdown.

The woman focused her attention to the child. Ysabel took the chance to stand and walk towards the water dispenser. She took a cup and took her time filling it. She went to the window and drank from her cup, wanting to appear lost in thoughts. She was though, actually, she got lost in her thoughts.

She didn’t notice the Old lady coming out of the office and the woman with the child accompany the old lady out of the waiting area, apparently their grandma.

“Ms. Ysabel Quinn?” The man cleared his throat.

Ysabel finally arrived to the far away city. As the boat neared the shore, she started to gather her things along with the other passengers. She can’t help but wonder if she did the right choice. Starting from zero, knowing nobody, having no life skills whatsover and as a Cherry on top she doesn’t even have two pennies to rub together.

She know she has to survive somehow. She has been a survivor, she always has been and she will not stop now. Now that she has a goal. A purpose. She must find a way to mingle and survive without sticking out from the crowd. She must find a way to avenge her life and the life she lost. She has no choice. All her family’s accounts and assets were frozen. Until the last Quentin from her father’s lineage are dead, it all shall remain in the bloodline. The business will still be ran by the secondary family members. They too have no choice, or else they will be inheriting a sinking boat.

“What’s your name ole’ miss?” The helmsman disturbed her thoughts as he helped her lower down her luggage.

“Ysabel. Ysabel Quen… Quinn. Ysabel Quinn is my name” She smiled. Her first lie.

“Have a nice day miss Quinn! Welcome to Windenburg” the helmsman tipped his hat and winked.

Meet the Founder of my Legacy Challenge, Ysabel Quinn.

Aspiration: Mansion Baron

Traits: Creative - These Sims tend to be Inspired, can Share Creative Ideas with other Sims, and may become upset if they’re not creative for a period of time.

Ambitious - These Sims gain powerful Moodlets from career success, gain negative Moodlets from career failure, and may become Tense if not promoted.

Evil -  These Sims become Happy around Sims with negative Moodlets, can Laugh Maniacally and Discuss Evil Plans, and become Angry when interacting with Good Sims.

Bonus Trait: Business Savvy -  Business Savvy Sims earn more money from their careers.

To make the challenge harder I used an Aspiration and Trait generator from JamesTurner. I actually rolled a couple of times because the traits and apirations were far too common and easy. An ambitious filthy-rich creative evil. Oh Actually, it isn’t that uncommon (in real life) (minus the filthy-rich).

Sul-sul fellas!

I am going to start this simblog with a Challenge, literally. Ha! I have started a Legacy Challenge before in Sims 3. This time around, I want to make it harder not only with the challenge itself, but with the Traits and Aspirations I would give for my sim.

I am going to follow The SIms 4 Legacy Challenge ~EXTREME START~ And here are the basic laws I must follow:

To begin, I must move my founder to an empty 64x64 lot and use a cheat to reduce my simoleons to ZERO. Basically be a homeless wandering lady (with a heart).

Gender Law: Strict Matriarchy - The Founder must be female. Only girls are eligible to be named heir. Male children cannot, under any circumstance, ever be the heir to the next generation.

Bloodline Law: Modern - Both Naturally born and adopted children are eligible to be named heir.

Heir Law: Exemplar - At the beginning of the challenge, name a single trait. This trait must be one of your founder’s three traits.. Any eligible heir that has this trait will gain the title of heir. If a single generation has no children with this trait follow the First Born rule. If more than one child has the Exemplar trait then the oldest child WITH the trait will be the heir.

I dunno how long I’ve been hiding in the bushes. I dunno if I’ve outgrown my simblr. All I know is, thank you almighty Jesus for showing me a photo of my old notebook where I put all my e-mail addresses and passwords.

SO. First, everything below this post will now be put to sleep. I have no data, links or even memories of my old posts and stories so I cannot continue them anymore, I am sorry.

Second, I will be using The Sims 4 from hereinafter. I cannot help with Sims 3 tutes anymore for I’ll be mainly using TS4 now.

Third, I won’t promise to post everyday. Heck, I won’t even promise to post every week! But I’ll do my best to leave stories on my queue and make more meaty posts.

Fourth, My simblr will now cater to mature themes so guidance is advised.

Fifth, I hope you enjoy my simblr as always, like, follow and share!

Villa Residences Collection I

Lounge Area | Interior Gazebo 3 Bedrooms | 3 Bathrooms 

Fully Furnished, cluttered and interior decorated. Unfurnished backyard

“Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous” Regina confessed thinking that she had blew it. She weirded out an already weird person. She out-weirded him. 

*Ding-Dong* 

Regina bought a cute little Penguin TV and a cute little side table with her first salary. Never mind standing while watching, there’s no space for a cute little chair.