Kates Playground Outtakes

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 22

Dunqueeeeeee ... I ask forgiveness for the wait longer than usual, but this time I was seized with a writer's block than heavy ._____.
Even now writing this episode leaves me questioning a lot ° ° ie, I like some parts, others convince me very little ._____. but as I continue to make me paranoid that the public ends in six years, I decided to post the same XD Good Reads · °

PS: Thank you for making me reevaluate Lullabywonka mod Twallan: D I discovered that both the MasterController DebugEnabler that are compatible with the AwesomeMod, so ... I have given to the mad joy with animations *________*

A mayonnaise jar expired, three cans of beer and a little 'cheese.

-Apparently someone forgot to do the shopping-mutter, setting the contents of the refrigerator with air desolate.

My eyes are still on the beer for a moment, too: I feel my stomach twist.

-With you I think I did this week for the full-

closes the door with a sigh heavily and dragged me towards the living room, struggling with headaches and blurred vision.

I hate the hangover.

Available sofa from the mountain of clothes to fold and I lay me down gently, covering her face with a pillow. The light that filters through the windows it hurts the eyes, making me feel even worse.

-Fran was right: to hell with the tribute band-murmured, turning the other side.

Yesterday I managed to drag my friend to pay tribute to Elvis. A total crap. We were forced to fall back on the space bar to escape the torment. After four beers, three tequila and half a bottle of Jack, the situation has not changed one iota. Fran has not touched a drop as usual, merely look at me with his typical air of "I told you so." The poor had to put up with my ravings for the entire evening and even nurses me when I heard evil, but has not complained even once. I owe him a favor.

The ringing phone startles me, the thick head becomes more acute.

-Damn, you also can not agonize alone? -

I hasten to return to the kitchen to answer. Before the damn thing goes off, the better.

-Ready? - Mumbled.

-Tony? Everything ok? - Arianna sounds uncertain, the other end. Swallow loudly. Wow, today's meeting ... I had completely forgotten! I try to take on a more human.

-Hey, dear! It 's all right, quiet. Just a little 'headache-

Not bad, definitely not bad. Just a little 'corpse, perhaps, but you can improve. She is silent for a moment before continuing:

-Oh, I understand. So ... better not disturb you, from the rumored-slightly disappointed. I give myself a pat on the forehead, causing a new explosion of pain. You can better, eh?

I try to remedy:

No, no trouble, really! Today ... today we had to see us to try, right? - I insist. Arianna seems to regain some 'of liveliness.

-Exactly! Actually this time I thought I would go just to ask for advice. I started working on some 'material. It 's still rough stuff, of course, but there were a couple of records I'd like to make you feel. I ask not only shocked by the poor quality of the audio-added. From his tone I imagine he's smiling. I can not help but feel a wave of heat to the idea.

-Do not worry. After the concert of yesterday no longer shocked, reassure her.

-Concert? I thought your band was on break-murmurs, confused.

I burst out laughing.

No, my band has nothing to do, in fact. I went to see a tribute to Elvis, I hear giggling, she apparently knows the tribute band in question. He asks me how I managed to survive.

-long history, perhaps the story after you calmly explain-the-way ... what time to arrive? -

He thinks for a bit 'up.

-Today I have the day off. I spend an hour, if you fine-

I let out a strangled sound. An hour? Damn, I'm still in shorts! However, I do not want to miss this opportunity to review it as soon as possible. I tell her okay and I say hello.

Once missed the hook, sling me upstairs to give me a system.

Pesco the closet the first clothes that came to hand me and I go at full speed toward the bathroom. Throw the dirty clothes in the corner and I put in the cabin, opening the faucet without thinking twice.

cursed out loud when the jet of ice water catches me by surprise.

I squeeze in the shower, at a safe distance, waiting for the temperature to warm. While I continue to chatter, I realize that inadvertent contact with the water helped to awaken me at all. Very good, at least served to something.

I work in a hurry, mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. The proposal to help Ariadne catch up with the music turned out to be a better deal than I thought. The White Diamond is still more than a month, but playing with her has helped me not to think too much. In addition, she has really talented. I love his voice hoarse and scratchy to the right spot, excellent even on the hardest parts. If only he could find the right contacts, it could really break through. But she does not seem to care that much, at least for now. He says he wants to take a while ' time to try and maybe throw down a few pieces.

Actually, something tells me that the idea of spending a little 'more time with me not even mind her. As our relations are maintained on the professional so far, but I could not help but notice his eyes light up every compliment and kind words that I said. Last time, before leaving, I was even close in an embrace. I smile like an idiot at the memory.

Maybe mine are only suggestions. After all, it is normal you buy more confident with every passing day, without there necessarily being anything more ... but dreaming never hurt anyone, right?

I leave the shower, still thinking about her while I finish getting dressed. According to Fran, so I should stop pulling their feet with Arianna and deciding to take the first step.

"Indeed it is said by Mr-boiled-detective-of-but-am-too-shy-to-admit it sounds really full-

Sigh. We are two bumbling.

My gaze falls back on the dirty clothes left on the ground just before. Suddenly, a thought struck me like a punch in the stomach.

-Maid. E 'on vacation. Shit-

He ran downstairs, her hair still dripping. Do a quick look around to check the situation a disaster.

Something tells me to do the figure of thirty-seven could not look after himself is not exactly ideal to impress. What would you say if he saw this disaster Arianna?

I let out a groan in despair when I reach the kitchen. In the sink there are the remains of dinner. Two days ago.

begin to run tap water on the plates encrusted, and jump like a cricket left and right trying to write a system to other rooms. They almost succeeded in restoring a civilian aspect to the living room when I hear the bell. I glance desperate clock: damn, can not be here! I carefully approached the door, breathing deeply.

I have to keep calm. Do one last glimpse of the surroundings: not a beauty, but certainly better than before. Breathed a sigh of relief and I decided to open.

Arianna greets me with a smile, now replaced by a puzzled expression as soon as notice of my hair, still wet.

-You just got out of the shower? -

chuckled nervously.

-More or less. I was ... I was finishing the system-explain, while my way towards the living room. She nods, then stops for a moment to listen.

-Are you sure you close the shower at least? - Asks, motioning towards the corridor, from which a swash of water. I let slip an expletive. I let the dishes soak.

stammered an apology and a couple of runs to close the tap. Just in time to prevent flooding, it seems. I am returning with the most angelic smile.

Arianna has already settled on one of the couches and is toying with something: an audio cassette. Take a seat next to her.

-E 'registration were telling me about before? - Begins, nodding in the direction of the tape. She smiles.

-Exactly. Let me know what you think. But ... you should not end to dry? - Says.

shake my head, telling her not to worry. In fact I'm terrified to leave her here alone. I do not want it started to wander around the house, realizing the mess they are in other rooms. Not to mention that I much prefer stand here with you.

Our fingers touch when I take the tape from his hands.

I reach to the stereo and I start recording. A series of crackles, hum a few notes and then confused an acoustic guitar. The sounds are dirty, the voice is perceived slightly, but the song sounds promising.

Arianna embarrassed glances at me, biting his lower lip.

-not much of a girlfriend, how you feel-

smile at her, trying to reassure her. The video stops abruptly at a certain point. A look quizzically. She giggles.

-Era ... the tape was over-explanation continues on the other side-

provider and turn the cassette just listen in silence to the second part. This time the sound quality is somewhat improved, I can hear the words more clearly. Arianna keeps looking down, wringing their hands waiting for my comment. Once registered, do a pat on the shoulder, catching by surprise.

-Hey, it's not bad! Of course, we need a little 'work on a couple of parts but there are already good vocals. You did it all by myself? -

nods, pulling a bit 'up.

Yes ... the guitar sucks, but I tried to do my best. Do not touch the centuries-mumbles-not to mention the recorder. I think that it goes back to the Stone Age "continues.

I burst out laughing.

Oh, do not worry about that. Fran persists for years to record his demo of real antiques. Now I've got used-winked, before returning to your home stereo. I let slip a cry not just pick the cassette.

-Speaking of bad technology ... looks a bit 'here-groan, letting fall on the couch beside her, holding the box in his hands. The tape was released almost completely out and have already started to curl. Arianna is a slap on the forehead, clearly disappointed.

-Oh, sorry! He did it with me first, I should warn you-

I try to fix the damage. They are so focused on the tape that I hardly realize what has made closer.

-No problem, I just hope that we have not ruined the recording- I hear Arianna cough - ... any more than it already is, at least, correct me, but could not suppress a smile.

jolt when I'm touching my back, threatening to send the box to crash to the ground. She withdrew instantly, guiltily. The dazed look. Am I wrong or has just tried to hold me?

-Well ... here here-do, holding the box-it should be okay now-

She nods without saying a word. We remain silent for a second, more embarrassment black.

"The 'something, you idiot"

I try to lighten the tension.

-I-start by ... at the same time of Ariadne. Both giggle nervously, then I encourage you to speak first. She ran a hand through his hair, without looking up from the ground.

-I wanted to thank you for everything you're doing to me. You're the first person to believe in me for three years now. It was a lot that I did not feel so ... alive. You gave me the strength to start again and you I am immensely grateful. And I was wondering if ... - stops suddenly, without finishing the sentence.

I do closer, in encouraging it to continue. She shakes her head, unable to suppress a smile. I decided to summon all my courage and webbing shoulder with one arm, smiling to myself. I try to pretend to be calm, but I can already feel a wave of heat that crosses my back.

-Hey, I'm not your guru or music? Can you tell me anything you want-

She holds a bit 'more to me, staring intently. I feel suddenly dry throat.

- not really know how to explain it in words-whispers - ... but I hope this can give you a general idea of the situation, concluded, brushing his lips with a kiss.

Rest daze for a few seconds, trying to realize what has just happened. Finally, I manage to jump-start the brain.

took her face in her hands, staring at myself.

-Maybe. But I would not mind to explore the question, he murmured, kissing her before myself. The deposit slips from the hands and ends up on the mat with a thud. I am about to resume, but Arianna pulls me back to him.

-Let there. We think after the clarification ...-whispers.

satisfying his request with pleasure. Let's go back to kissing, with increasing passion.

will be a long explanation.


------------------------------------------ Note: This is
- the first chapter that I have ... played ._____. I knew that Tony and Arianna had finally decided to "get to the point" in this chapter, but I did not know exactly how. Then I placed them both in the game and I said to myself "bon, see what happens if I try these animations" ° °
... The "bring it on so quiet" has been my salvation
XD-I found that to me the good people are hard to write .______. Tony is a good person ° ° it is clear, I really like as a character. But I can not write about him D: If a pain in the ass as Fran or an asshole like Johnny (when it's the shit, you want to ° °) are as easy as I breathe, with Tony always takes me one thousand years ._____. 'Why I know a

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30 Weeks Pregnant Leg Twitches

The More Things Change Edition TS2! : D

... Bon, the new chapter is still being written, then I come with another random post ° ° ;
In fact I might have to update these days, but looking at the lineup I ended up deciding that it would have been more balanced if I reversed the order of a couple of chapters, so ... I left out the part already completed at the moment and I'm breaking down the piece to replace D:

Since it will take a while ', you soak in the meantime with a nice experiment I did: the characters of The More Things Change ... version of The Sims 2 XD
There are still lacking a bit ', to be honest ._____. I grew my hair for Dave, Chelsea and Steven, and Corey did not have the slam to make it, but make it up soon ... at least with her, that noose ._____.

I have not got to play with them in the true sense of the word (except for the first time to make an appointment with Jen and Johnny ° °), but I have done to make them a little 'to shoot XD
(the story continues with The Sims 3, however ° ° The photos here are just for cazzeggiano: D)

Siori Ladies and ... under the cut: D

Fran was one of the first that I proceeded to re ° ° unbelievable but true, was not so difficult, it took only a couple of times XD

... For the record, I love his smile, is that in TS2 TS3 *_______*

Johnny, however, was a figment .______.
The first version was highly disgusted at the end XD I managed to solve even with him. It is not really the same-same as the version of The Sims 3, where it has more jaw, but I like the casino a ** this is my favorite photo **

... In motion of madness, I also remade the tattoos XD

Tony came younger and dumpling .______. and also has magically changed color of hair, because I had only the black recolor of the mesh, and I break it to brown XD

Yes, you guessed it, the shoulder is Arianna: D

... So here's face ^ ^

Kurt, as cheerful as ever .______. I came out he had more of the bronzed, but the skins with his tattoos to TS2 was made like, 'I've been able to do anything a ° ° we say that he went to sea, here. After all, the story is set in California in autumn , no? U_____U

The White Diamond at (almost) complete ° ° but as I came out the same as Kirk Hammett, Tony? ._____.

Izzy! *______* He looks older than it should, instead ._____. and that hair need a retexture. Absolutely Q:

Shirley and Jen ° · to pose so it was a mess, I always fit into one another ._____.

Shirley again *______*

Jen ... And, of course °'s again I am not convinced of all the jaw, but oh well .____.

... One of the photos that made me regret having chosen The Sims 3 for the story I want T_____T cuddling on a sofa made cosìììì T______T

Other fotuzze are here ^ ^ most of the pictures are from Johnny, Jen and Fran, but there are others: D

Springfield Ma Registry Of Deeds

The More Things Change ... - Chapter 21

... Yeah, well, a 'point, I know I'm coming back to life. ______. delayed departure to Milan in mid-January
Quindiiiiiii XD ... ^ ^ chapter after a million thoughts and corrections, I can finally say that managed to write ._____.

Good letturaaaaaaa ^ ^

Chapter mileage, for the record ._______.

-Da ... over here, miss-Flanaghan

puzzled I glance in the direction of Chelsea, which is merely to keep your head down, making way for the room bedroom. His tone is servile and there is no trace of the hostility of the previous time. He clears his throat, as we head towards the floor.

-wanted apologize for my behavior during our first meeting. I was quite shaken, I could not think clearly. ... The history of the gun made me think. I am willing to give all possible cooperation - he mumbles.

A tremor of the fingers before grabbing the handrail. Continues to avoid my gaze.

-No problem, Miss Roberts. I understand perfectly-I reply, neutral.

She opened the door of the room: This is a spacious, well lit, with a large closet on one side. Everything seems to be in perfect order. Apart from ...

-... I still did not repaint the wall, says Chelsea, following the direction of my gaze. On the wall there are some dark spots.

Larry's blood.

-I only gave clean up the floor, other things are all in place. I will not be in here ... since that night. I sleep in the guest room now. Being here gives me the chills. Too many memories, too much pain ... -

His voice is lost in an indistinct murmur, while continuing to give me a look around. The bed is placed, the drawers fully closed. A thin layer of dust has already begun to form on the dresser beside the door. Indeed, the room has the air of being in disuse for a while '. I could not hope for better. Turned back to her.

-I repeat the course of events. He said he went home for three and a half, right? -

He nodded his head.

-Right. I knew that Larry would not be back before five. I joined him ... and l-was-here indicates a point on the floor, just steps from the door-c 'was ... There was blood everywhere. I called his name, I told him to open his eyes, but he ... he ... - is broken, sobbing.

Rest in silence, releasing the weight from foot to foot, without knowing how to behave. She pulls out a handkerchief and began to wipe her tears, apologizing.

When he returns to calm down, take back with questions:

-According to the data, should you call the hospital at around 3:40 of the first of October. Confirmation? -

nods, sniffling.

-I tried, yes. But when I described her condition, they said it was already too late. They suggested I call the police. The coroner said he had been dead for at least two hours-

mentally Review reports that I read. Everything seems to coincide: the arrival at home, the discovery of the corpse, the call to the police.

-Thank you, young lady. And now, I would ask you please a little 'time to inspect the room-say, trying to maintain a polite tone. She did not do it again twice, and leaves the room with his head down.

I set to work, starting from the dresser. Clothes, underwear, bedding parts. Once again, order and impeccable ... absolutely nothing interesting.

I leave the closet last.

-But-comment-I do not mind having a wardrobe like that home-

This is a real room in miniature, packed with clothes, shoes and accessories. I can not help but notice that most of them belong to Chelsea.

gaze falls on me with a pair of slippers a giant pink ribbon.

-These, however, there would keep them all to-whisper, horror-I hope that Larry had any taste, add more, looking around curiously, in search of his slippers . Just a quick look, just to get an idea on the choice of celebrities when it comes to shoes home. I can not help but chuckle to myself when I formed in my mind the image of France with a pair of slippers shaped like rabbits.

After a few seconds, I realize that slippers Larry seems to be no trace. I try to look in the box at the bottom of the cupboard and I look under the bed. Nothing.

Slightly puzzled, I look out into the corridor:

-Miss Roberts? -

I see it emerged from a nearby room, confused.

-Some problems? -

I bite my lip, wondering what could be really important. I recall the words of Baynes: "even the most seemingly insignificant detail can be useful." Better to try.

-slippers Larry. I'm not in the closet, or anywhere else. According to reports, were not on him to Larry when he was found. Any idea where can it be? -

She opens her eyes, taken aback. Twisting a lock of hair around a finger while trying to take a neutral expression.

-Le ... slippers? - Lets out a giggle-oh, right. The ... he had just thrown in the trash that morning. They were old and broken now. Not to worry, in short, he adds, pointing to a half-hearted smile.

The tone of his voice sounds uncertain, but I can not think of a reason why it should lie. The reports do not mention slippers: Larry was found fully dressed yet, while Chelsea had barely time to remove their shoes after entering the house. All confirmed by fingerprints.

I figure it's useless to insist and continually patrol the house. The woman turns out to be ready to explain and tell me more details of his affair with Larry. It seems that really wants to remedy the scene of the last time. However, I can not help but feel uneasy feeling his gaze focused on him as we continue around the house.

The rest of the tour does not lead to anything interesting: the life of those two had the air of being absolutely perfect. In practice, they are still at the starting point.

great. Three weeks spent in an attempt to get back in touch with her to not find anything.

greet the woman, thanking her for the availability: her smile hides a bit of satisfaction when he takes me to the door. I wonder what game he's playing.

Once By car, take the streets quietly, mulling over my information.

Chelsea told the police that he stayed at home until eight or so. According to him, he was planning to surprise a friend by going to find, but she was not at home. Later, he turned in on a local area, which was until about two. Only problem: no one seemed to have seen her there.

- ... A little 'strange, as our Miss Roberts did not exactly look like a guy who goes unnoticed-comment and push your foot on the accelerator. The engine protest a bit ', but fortunately does his duty. I shudder when the umpteenth draft of wind from the window I broke my arm freezes.

I'm going to focus again on the facts: think of it, the times that Chelsea would have passed to the local match perfectly with those of the death of Larry.

A smile spreads on my face while I guess makes her way in the mind.

-Things between Larry and Chelsea are not going well, she organized the murder, he invented a shaky alibi to justify and ... BLAM! Shoot him as soon as possible, by passing around a suicide. Corey, you're a ... - I block, back to reality. Sigh.

- ... I'm an idiot. Others mutter that genius-, and spent barely a head by pulling the wheel out of desperation.

The testimony of the neighbors confirm times out of Chelsea: the roar of a car around eight o'clock and lights out at home all evening. Another resident of the area said they saw the car with her to return around three and a half. So why No one has noticed at the local level?

-could have gone elsewhere. In a place that can be uncomfortably related to this story, maybe. In that way, though? - Continuous, park your car close to the department.

I climb the stairs with his head down, I keep thinking about.

They are so absorbed in my thoughts that I hardly realize the gauge fast approaching, risk being overwhelmed. I cling to the handrail in an effort not to fall.

-Baynes! Damn, moments to kill me-he says, rearrange the glasses on his nose. He glances at me sideways. Damn, I guess I have some 'exaggerated tones. Fortunately, his expression returned to normal after a while I realize that I had recognized.

Oh, Flanaghan, are you? They left a message on the answering machine for you. That friend of the police, Warren, I think, mutters, without even bothering to apologize for the minor accident. He has done so.

nod plan, while a smile spreads on my face. I know Daniel Warren since high school: now works at the Los Angeles Police Department. I asked him a favor and take care of the gun Larry. I hope at least he has some interesting news.

-Thank you, Baynes. I rush to check-he only give me a nod, turning to head for the lower level. He was silent for a moment, before stopping again,

-Baynes? -

He looks at me from below, irritated.

-What is it, Flanaghan? It turns out that it is somewhat of a hurry tonight-

dall'alzare I'm holding her eyes. Always friendly and helpful, him.

-Why does a woman with a virtually unassailable alibi should lie on the place where he spent the night? -

Baynes tilts his head with a puzzled expression. I can not help but think of what looks like a barn.

-Explain-

The story in brief what I know.

-According to witnesses, they seem to be no doubt that had left the house at the time of the death of her boyfriend, however, it is equally clear that in that space there has never been. No ticket, no ticket, no one who views. Yet, if he is innocent, because the risk of not credible lying about where he was? -

He closes his eyes, rubbing his temples with one hand, indulging in an exasperated snort.

-Flanaghan ... have you ever heard of love? -

This time, it is my turn to be confused.

-A ... lovers? - Murmur.

-Yeah. You know, what do you do when you want some fun 'with someone who is not your boyfriend. In general, people tend to keep them hidden. Probably, your query is not merely come up for an escapade, and now is trying to make up stupid excuses in order to take away the guilt and do not ruin his reputation. Especially given the gossip that could ensue, you think? -

Rest prohibited.

-Miseriaccia, you're right-whisper.

The presence of a lover would explain a lot of things. Larry loved Chelsea more than anything else in the world: the betrayal could have made him completely lose his head ... or could have been the cause of the murder.

-Baynes? - I call him back, smiling radiantly.

He just rolls his eyes.

-What the hell is it, again? -

-You're a genius-he exclaimed, before closing the office door behind him. I hear him mutter something to herself while I sling to the desk.

I can not wait to talk to Fran. As there is still a long way to define, I'm happy to have a track on which to work.

I to call him when I remember one thing. Daniel.

hang up the phone and compose another number. Wait a few seconds before a voice from cheerfully answer me. There is an unbearable noise, on the other side: the sound of dishes, chatter and laughter of children.

-Danny? Can you hear me? -

He is quick to apologize before you leave me on hold for a few seconds seeking a second phone. When we start talking, the conversation can finally proceed with confidence.

-Hello, Corey. I'm sorry, as you understand I'm a bit 'in trouble here. Lucy invited the whole family to dinner, explains, in a resigned tone. Soon after, he returned seriously

-I managed to re-analysis of the gun. By the way, you owe me at least a lunch. I seriously almost lost the post-

I tell him that the debt will be repaid promptly. However, I can not help feeling guilty. It is not the first time to end the risk of Danny in trouble because of me. I decide not to think about for the moment, and pitch directly to the question that interests me:

-So? Discovered something interesting? -

A moment's pause.

-Well, there's something, actually-

She stops again, I hear him arguing with another woman. Lucy, probably.

-Damn, now I must go. What do you say see you tomorrow, so I'll talk about more calmly? -

I'm holding dall'imprecare. The curiosity is killing me. The situation on the other hand, however, seems to be dramatic. Sigh.

-Ok. Tomorrow at one o'clock at the City Restaurant. So I take this opportunity ... also to repay as long as your wife agree-add. Talking about love and betrayal with Baynes got me going in paranoia. I hear Danny laughing on the other side.

-Still, Lucy knows you, knows that there is nothing to worry about-

"Yeah. Probably because he never knew of our relationship at university "
I decide to skirt the issue on the subject.

-I'm glad. See you tomorrow, Dan-

-A tomorrow, Corey-

dropped the phone in its place with a snort. I glance at the clock on the wall: nine. Fran has an appointment at this time with the guys. Needless to try to call him.

slowly beginning to rearrange my stuff.

-Apparently our conversation will have to wait a po'-