Finally I can update after about a month! Unfortunately I had (and I still ç__ç) a lot to do with the study and really do not think I'd head to work on the new update. I still tried to throw it down in my spare time but I did everything with his feet and the result does not convince me at all> _ \u0026lt;.
So, if you will not like you all my understanding ... ç__ç
In this update (the title is copied from one level of Tomb Raider III The Lost Artifact , which in turn I think it was copied from a line drawn from the Planet of the Apes ...) new characters come on stage and not the most beautiful that I made! In fact, to make the photos there will be more watchable Kabirya of Magggg , Nancy of Violentdoll , and Oliver of Onirya .
xD I decided to use also downloaded sim because they are too lazy and also to some of them are fond of me - unfortunately for them ... X3
Well, I leave you with the continuum. Happy reading (I hope)! O___O
Ps : Sims in Magggg, Violentdoll Onirya and find them for download here *___*
Kabirya : http:/ / simstyle.forumfree.net /? t = 36429733
Oliver : http://classsims.forumfree.net/?t=36134551
the Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (part 1)
Hyde Park is a place good enough to get their facts. Indeed, perhaps it is London the place to get your facts. Here no one will mind you, everyone goes straight on his way. I would say that this is a good point. In addition here is not as hot as in my hometown. And this is good because I hate to sweat. Now I talk like this but maybe when they get the cold seasons regret the dry time of my now ex-house. We stress the maybe. I've never been one that always remembers the past. I always prefer to act, never brood. That is an activity that I'll leave it to my mother happy.
I bought it just because of the old papers of my mother who secretly spied a teenager I was impressed a number of Uncut, which ranged from 1991 to 1999. The only one I remember perfectly is a number of '
dall'Uncut look away with the Boss on the cover to check the time. The time now is 16.30. Between an hour and a half we have a meeting with the Miss Lydon - compliments for the last name - to visit an apartment. From what I saw on the internet seems perfect for our needs but always better to verify it.
Talking to my mother this morning has been a company that would have jeopardized even Hercules. Yes, because the madam last night had the fantastic idea to get drunk with that clone malriuscito Amy Winehouse. And this morning, instead of being clearer than when he retired last night was worse than ever. But in the end I managed to make her understand something with the help of a pill for the headaches which thankfully kept in a suitcase with other drugs. In half an hour we find ourselves in the hotel and then we're going to hear Miss Lydon and that could very likely become our new home in Westbourne Crescent, W2.
What I find absurd is that this whole story is that he expected to return to this gray city to get back the desire to get drunk. Just that she was at home now too mature to swallow few drinks more ... All the scene, as demonstrated by the facts!
I light a Camel with the perhaps vain hope that smoking can make me relax the nerves and exhale my irritation. Back to contemplate my copy of Uncut already wrinkled. Springsteen shows me with mock astonishment. As a novel Uncle Sam ... Anxious to recruit new people? No. I would say more than eager to keep his place in the Olympus of rock. And that face is more of a surprise like this: "Dare possibly hope to be like me? What deluded. " Could we be laughing at him, I bet.
And inside the magazine there are Sonic Youth, Towensend, Duke White ... All the legends that show off their status as rock stars with false claims and claims of realism and truth. In the face of those who would find a corner with one another, from one page to another. The most we can hope is that you review your album. Too bad you have to be tied to a major (or an independent label just in words) or you must be already advertising with media that have nothing to do with the notes you play.
I wonder and I did well.
The musical environment here is perhaps even worse than it already is in America. But now it's too late for any change of heart. Last night I posted an ad for the NME. I do not know how I really came to mind. I came instinctively. I sent it, without thinking too much. And then, before you move the better. What I wrote? I think something like ... "guitarist seeks band members to found a women-only spaces for which any kind, without limits. Refrain wasters and trendy. "
I wrote really fashionable?!? In fact, I do not want people going back to the latest music trends. O people attached with a single genre, I'm tired of all these groups, photocopying, I want to do something original as possible. I know that if I and my companions future we will be ignored, even more so because we are women. But perhaps at least a name in the underground could handle it. While in the most absurd assumptions we celebrate how new NME chissàcchecosa . Or chissacchecosa in a skirt / pink. Pathetic. Rather prefer to remain anonymous. Anyway, NME, I thought, a magazine for fashionistas. Well, it means that no one will answer.
's over
***
- ... And so I think that this apartment is perfect. E ', you see, more or less in Bayswater and the first stop of the underground not far away. In short, as we agreed is a place near the center. The only thing to see is whether it is in good condition because the site was only a dismal picture of the entrance.
- Umm, I see. Indeed, as location is ideal. And the price you said you had?
-2300 sterline la mese. Coi soldi che vi farete con ‘sta reunion e quelli che mi guadagnerò lavorando di certo ce la facciamo.
- … Si. Temevo peggio, visti questi tempi di crisi. Londra è già di per sé molto costosa. Speriamo tuttavia di non incappare in qualche fregatura… Forse dovevo chiedere alla Cass di venire, di certo ne sa più di noi riguardo i prezzi delle case qui.
-Beh, ormai è tardi per chiamare Cassie Winehouse. Anche perché mi sembra che siamo arrivate.
And before we stuck our likely future home in a row of immaculate white buildings violated by the lush green gardens on the ground floor and more humblest plants on the first floor and of course the dark mahogany front door.
-We play to Lydon.
I press the silver button positioned next to the right label.
wait several seconds to several minutes then become mechanically. Evidently not Miss Lydon yet arrived. We go well, a lady of the house laggard, a good example!
My mother leans against the railing and as usual, lost in his meditations. But I like my usual, I start to smoke. Camel course.
snubs the railing of a blameless steps. I sincerely hope that Ms. Lydon do not wait until the spring or this house before I saw it!
Meanwhile, while smoke known to arrive in full regalia of a huge guy with a bike. Places his property on the sidewalk after being taken off his helmet, revealing a significant crown red, matrix ... Scottish or Irish? Well, who cares.
fact is that his bike if he takes his arm and pretends to give her the steps. If the will seriously bring in?!?
not I stop watching this over here, I do not like watching other risk making fool. Instead I turn to my mother, who as usual did not notice anything that maybe coming on: 's rise and disastrous fall of the motion of a maniac.
To my amazement tacit known that the action of the big guy can and having given up his "gem" to open the door, if resumed his arm and dragged her inside. The skit ends well.
Or so it seems. Because from behind the door immediately after you hear the voices. Including one that seems to complain about who knows what. I wonder whether it is appropriate to control.
And the scene that stands in front of me is this: there is a red motorcycle maniac who is laughing at the back of a slender young man ... emo. And there is a fierce behind-haired girl in miniskirt Scottish blacks and shocking pink striped shirt - she will be emotional as well - that seems about to get hysterical.
- Cm os drm dll poser? I sn a true emo. E nn insltr Billie Joe!
The first thing I ask is but what about this here?!? And Billie Joe, who would it be, that of Green Day?
He added:
- Green Day is not the best sn QUL RMR that snt t!
Noise? So is talking to them!
At this point, however, I just can not help myself and decided to break this silly girl. If there one thing I hate is the presumption of certain people.
And before someone else to counter precedes all.
- Do you hear, I do not wish to intrude but if there is one thing that gets on my nerves is the inconsistency. You say that we should not insult Billie Joe, Green Day, and then, but then you can afford to denigrate what they hear others? First learn to respect other people's tastes, then perhaps you can also take the liberty of judging!
She looks at me dumbfounded. Hit and sunk. No. You are about to say something:
- And you ki 6?
- What do you care? It does not matter where it comes from the message but the content of the message!
I see you staring at me puzzled, as if I had said something in Arabic. And then explodes again surging like a possessed.
- Waaa I cpt 6 1 Amik John! Just nn pss + andmc Olly, dv buy 1 poster of the Jonas Brothers!
At that pace with the girl gets pissed off and decided to walk followed by poor emo - not even comment on his alleged nickname - crying in the meantime has managed to give himself to calm down. And walk away. Not before giving me a ridiculous launched glances. In fact, just disappears definitively with the blessing of the grating gate, I can not help but burst out laughing.
And while I laugh I see that my mother is resigned gives me a dirty look as if to say "you're incorrigible."
I know, I need not you express it, shaking his head and covering the pale face with your hand!
Meanwhile, the red bike is laughing.
It says:
- I wanted to demolish it than there but I've beaten the weather. Congratulations beautiful words. Too bad that it makes sense to talk to you any wasted!
- Who is it?
- The girl of my roommate.
Girl? I could have sworn it was his sister output directly from the kindergarten.
- Ah, the guy crying is your roommate?
And then this other. A metalhead - I guess - that divides an apartment with an emo. The height of the ridges.
- Oh yes, we divide the apartment, but only out of pity! No, the truth is that a scapegoat is always useful when you're Scazzi.
Ride. Ride the loser.
I do not. We always rather, a hostess laggard; two sweethearts, one of which is an emo poser hysterical complainer and the other a doormat, and a classic metal fan who has nothing better to do than to persecute those who listen to music that feels less than kind supreme: the metal!
and enters a girl about 25 years by the arrogant behavior but at the same time harmonious and content. A figure-haired blacks, blue-gray eyes and dressed in dark garments that oozes charm from every pore. I can not help but feel disoriented. Everything seems to be so insignificant in front of her: the door, the entrance, the movement of the red and all of us. All lost in the darkness that leads him. And who knows, maybe even inside. But it's not hard, because the spell is broken by the heavy metal fan's voice.
prejudice Miss Lydon-Oh! How are you?
says so. Where over the air like a bully who took first? It 'disappeared in a sudden attack of servility source of a woman, I bet, if you could crush it with your finger - and if he was serious all my respect ... However, the direct glacial concerned responds to his greeting.
- Hello Mr. Williamson. There 'is wrong.
Then he turns to me.
- You must be Miss Prynne. Right?
- Exactly, Jennifer Prynne. Miss Lydon Hi, nice to meet with them.
- Nancy Lydon.
We shook hands and I feel in me a strange thrill. This woman makes me more in awe but I figured if I let knock two blue eyes and a couple of ways to do haughty. Then Miss Lydon notes the presence of my mother.
- Who are you, your sister?
- No, it really is my mother.
- Hello, I'm Anne Prynne.
- Hello, Mrs. Prynne.
- No, call me Miss Prynne.
He looks at us instead of showing some curious visibly embarrassed just made the gaffe.
- will mean that I will call Anne. I think a good compromise.
- It 's cold.
Then he says with some obvious sarcasm
- I see that you've got to know the tenant upstairs.
shrugged.
- So it seems.
- Certainly do not forget to talk. I show you the apartment.
He turns toward the stairs. Me and my mother we copy automatically. As for the metalhead let him attempt to fix his bike to the railing of the staircase. But I still can see his nod his head. May I change mechanically, without even realizing it.
meantime feel after a music style so recognizable as common. Indie rock. It seems that this building we have completed the most popular exhibition of subcultures.
Another figure with red hair shows unexpectedly in my, rather our field of view. Is emerging quickly from the door of one of two apartments on the ground floor.
evidently has a twisted face framed by exasperation at his cut climbed - embellished with a peak white and black - a black lace dress, amphibians to emerge from an ebay auction, and a couple of tattoos from Tamarra but it does not clash too much. Mind walking down the hall smoking a cigarette.
As I look around the girl I focus instantaneously even the lobby of the building. Taken from the scene between the three idiots before I had thought to look around.
... There's a cigarette?!? From where did? Then a banquet at the center of a wine tasting of looking at all convincing. Plants placed around the floor or the ceiling and several paintings. Among these is a reproduction of a Gothic paintings Lichtenstein and others. Near the spiral staircase there is in particular a 'big picture with a girl posing as her pussy waiting to be holding a glass and a pseudo-intellectual-looking man. But above all, by the door of the apartment opposite to that of punk red is a portrait that seems to have seen from a distance as the subject ... Miss Lydon!?! If she really is ... What can I say? Poor girl!
And in any case ... You can find out what kind of place is this ... A madhouse?!?
Meanwhile, my mini tour of this house crazy visual input is abruptly interrupted by the voice of Miss Lydon that suddenly became more friendly. It appears they are turning to the smoker in lace.
- Kabirya But hello.
I must say, this makes me ashamed of my name Jennifer commonplace.
- Nancy! Hello!
For the first time since she arrived, Miss Lydon smiles. She smiles even from the red strange name. That confidence. Friends? Relatives?
- You again thrown out of free will?
- seems clear to me.
- I hope your roommate comes out soon then.
- Look, I more than you!
He pauses to suck his cigarette.
- One day I will use those against him mad and called as rotating disks, I swear!
Mistake or someone here looks too Xena? [Yes, I! nda . xD]
Miss Lydon laughs.
- Fosse could do very well for me now! But you know that you should continue to bear ...
- Yeah. Unfortunately.
makes me wonder why should bear this mysterious indie rocker. Well, maybe for the rent.
note that we are watching the red smear, yet it does not seem much interested.
Dopo un altro saluto con vari cenni amichevoli, Miss Lydon inizia finalmente a salire le scale.
Miss Lydon after opening quietly with a bunch of keys covered with plastic of different colors - but all completely dark or phosphorescent - invites us to enter.
- This is the entrance. It should also make a dining room and living room. It's up to you to decide.
We look around.
A very spacious room - perhaps too large - From the worn upholstery that is very grunge Victorian welcomes us coldly in spite of good intentions. Blame the partial vacuum that surrounds us seems to be directly proportional to the climate. Despite everything, the place looks promising. With the right decor should make her look good.
The woman after studying our facial reactions, leads us into a corner half hidden on the right of the main hall.
- This would be the kitchen.
Annuiamo. Upholstery different, some tile to tile racks and some blacks.
- I show rooms.
Continue the tour.
Miss Lydon shows us a third wheel-like rooms except for one which has no bathroom. The apartment complex is much bigger than I thought. Can not be at 2300 pounds?
- You have two, so I guess that is not a problem. What else? The heating and water are applied and if you have cycles or motorcycles, you can hold them down at the entrance. If you are interested in the key of the roof can double. The furniture you procuraveli you, because, as you saw, here are a few. In fact, if you want these you may as well throw or sell them at a flea market, I do not care. The rent is 2300 pounds per month as written on the site. Ah, one last thing: I can do all the noise you want, if your neighbors have no objection. Just do not feel up outside the palace.
Well, that's all. Have a question?
Scene changes. For me it is quite clear.
- Ok. So, you already know or want to take your time?
I'm about to say ... the second
- No, for me this house is perfect, we can take it away. Do you agree, Jennifer?
- Umm Yeah ... No problem.
- Perfect. See you tomorrow then to define the contract.
- Where and when?
- At 11 am here, you okay?
- We should not have commitments.
- Very good.
While we leave the apartment and go down the stairs I try to pass me nervous. That apartment I saw him, I spoke with the owner and I have agreed with her ... And now comes the visit to her brightly in the afternoon after drinking in the company of his dear old pal of youth and also allows decide without consulting me in private! But after hearing me!
soon we are already outside the building. Meanwhile, our "hostess" after being silent for a while '- probably did not expect to conclude a deal within even an hour - we asked a question:
- If you are not intrusive, where to stay now?
Yes, it is indiscreet.
And now you do not fool me ...
- Al Sanderson.
Damn, preceded me!
Miss Lydon ironic look at us. Of course, the ironic eye we deserve. But certainly not a crazy that keeps an apartment in a building equipped with a distributor of cigarettes, wine and banquet at which he hung a portrait of him - I saw it going a little better ago and it's really her!
- you treated well, eh?
- So, the first time I came I ended up in a squat and now, even if it were, I'm too old to repeat such an experience.
But look, the fake is too low. Pathetic.
- Old? I do not see white hair on his head or wrinkles. Tint? Lifting? Pact with the devil?
- No, absolutely not!
- ... And then you've got money now, why not exploit them?
Miss Lydon looks amused.
- Donna, I'm curious about you. We're going to drink somewhere? Thus, we can talk better and the rest of the apartment.
- Very happy!
No, this is too much!
- Emm, I hope you do not mind if I go back to the hotel. I have some commissions to do.
My mother looks at me almost sorry.
Do you mind? But no, go get a fun, after 10 years of boredom would be even now, no?!?
- Eh, it was urgent.
- Ok, whatever.
- Until next time ...
-A later.
- Goodbye Miss Lydon, tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.
The two pictures of my mother and Miss Lydon in the meantime disappeared behind a constraint.
No. Not that.
It is as if it were an 'other person. In recent years it is as if he pretended to be someone who is not ... It 's really so? No, it's too much. I can not stand. I do not understand why ... Why pretend?!?
What keeps me at this point by not rushing to Heathrow and take the first flight home?
yet ... I must not forget that I'm not here for her. And if things do not go home should be better. I have to bite the bullet and go ahead on my way ...
green plants. The building where the apartment is located. This building - apart from the odd interior of the hall - from the outside has a strange aura. It is not anonymous like the rest. Maybe it's just an impression due to the combination of green-white, almost absent for the rest of the road.
What is certain is that perhaps the only positive thing in this whole affair is that the house given the new faces - metalheads, emo, and indie rockers pancabbestia - there will be much to enjoy.
Or at least I hope.
# # # Extra: Behind the scenes xD
So, while making pictures I happened to catch some of Simmini things while they were funny and cute. *___*
Here is Kabirya that digs in the trash ... Emm no, that throws the garbage: P
(4 that there does not exist, eh!> _ \u0026lt;)
Miss Nancy Lydon walking with the bike for the hall XD. Just to further mark his territory, I guess ... The picture was not enough? -_-'
And here's the girl - Billa - that repopulated the aquarium. Tender her *___* xD
That is all. For now o_O.
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