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lightconductor) wrote2009-11-11 07:13 pm
lightconductor) wrote2009-11-11 07:13 pm
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The continuing adventures of Violet Brass
Well, it's been a while since you had an update on Holmes's Freaky Sim Daughter, so, have an update.
Whether you want it or not.
Violet Brass has had a fairly carefree childhood, or as carefree as an overachiever with straight A+'s in private school with a part-time job on the side can possibly be. Still, she was always eager to take time out to relax.
"Hey, dad? As much as I love to play football with you, should we really be doing it on someone's grave?"
"Oh, they won't mind, Violet."
"Well, if you say so."
However, time does insist on marching on, even for Sims, and she could not remain a teenager forever.
Remember, back in the day, when I thought she'd inherited Holmes's nose?
And then she became a teenager and I rescinded that statement, because her nose was very small if not dissimilar in shape?
I'll have to rescind the rescinding. She looks exactly like her father. But blue.
Now, Violet is no stranger to love.
(Behind her, Holmes thinks about how sexy Watson is. Behind him, I think about how sexy Violet is. Honestly, why am I such a perv?)
She proposed to her childhood sweetheart at her own birthday party. His name is Anansi. This may seem a strange name for someone with red hair and blue eyes, but he has several half-siblings and I was attempting to name them in such a way that I would remember whose mother was whose. He is, in fact, half black. Really.
Oh, Sim genetics, I do not understand.
He's not pissed off. He just looks like that. Anansi inherited a case of seriousgrouchyface from his father. Bizarrely, he did not have said seriousgrouchyface until he left his teens.
They will have beautiful large-nosed children together.
With her father's blessing.
"Hm. I see by the stains on your hands that you are, in fact, a doctor. Quite a respectable profession, although in my experience that when a doctor does go bad, he is the very worst of villains. I certainly hope, if you intend upon marrying my daughter, you will do no such thing."
"... birdbrain."
Now, that décollatage. Dear me. It will simply have to go.
Ah, much better!
There was a wedding soon after.
The usual sort of diversions.
I love Violet's face here.
"Oh my god, Dad. You did not just say that. Can't you leave off being an unconventional Bohemian for ten minutes??? At least when you're in front of my new mother-in-law?"
It did not take long at all for Violet to get pregnant!
This is their daughter. Her name is Irene.
As for Penelope...
... she's not doing well. See, she never really wanted to have kids in the first place, let alone the strange, immaculately-conceived children of consulting detectives.
And now, in her twilight years, she mopes around her daughter and son-in-law's house, looking after her grandchild (she hates diapers), regretting her life. Sure, she was the chief of police, but what does that mean? She never loved. She's gone through her entire life, devoting everything to the job that meant nothing, and the child she never wanted.
"But you love me, don't you, Mr. Mop? Of course you do. You're the only one who ever has. I don't know what I'd do without you! Here, let me kiss you upon your paper-plate face."
(It's probably best to ignore Watson and his old-fashioned weightlifting unitard in the background there.)
But one last thing. I have not mentioned what Violet does! Yes, of course she works. She's a modern woman.
But what sort of job is suitable for the daughter of Sherlock Holmes and the chief of police?
Well, since her teens she has had a goal. She has worked hard to reach that goal and now, she has attained it.
Violet Brass is a criminal mastermind.
These are her work clothes.
That is all.
Whether you want it or not.
Violet Brass has had a fairly carefree childhood, or as carefree as an overachiever with straight A+'s in private school with a part-time job on the side can possibly be. Still, she was always eager to take time out to relax.
"Hey, dad? As much as I love to play football with you, should we really be doing it on someone's grave?"
"Oh, they won't mind, Violet."
"Well, if you say so."
However, time does insist on marching on, even for Sims, and she could not remain a teenager forever.
Remember, back in the day, when I thought she'd inherited Holmes's nose?
And then she became a teenager and I rescinded that statement, because her nose was very small if not dissimilar in shape?
I'll have to rescind the rescinding. She looks exactly like her father. But blue.
Now, Violet is no stranger to love.
(Behind her, Holmes thinks about how sexy Watson is. Behind him, I think about how sexy Violet is. Honestly, why am I such a perv?)
She proposed to her childhood sweetheart at her own birthday party. His name is Anansi. This may seem a strange name for someone with red hair and blue eyes, but he has several half-siblings and I was attempting to name them in such a way that I would remember whose mother was whose. He is, in fact, half black. Really.
Oh, Sim genetics, I do not understand.
He's not pissed off. He just looks like that. Anansi inherited a case of seriousgrouchyface from his father. Bizarrely, he did not have said seriousgrouchyface until he left his teens.
They will have beautiful large-nosed children together.
With her father's blessing.
"Hm. I see by the stains on your hands that you are, in fact, a doctor. Quite a respectable profession, although in my experience that when a doctor does go bad, he is the very worst of villains. I certainly hope, if you intend upon marrying my daughter, you will do no such thing."
"... birdbrain."
Now, that décollatage. Dear me. It will simply have to go.
Ah, much better!
There was a wedding soon after.
The usual sort of diversions.
I love Violet's face here.
"Oh my god, Dad. You did not just say that. Can't you leave off being an unconventional Bohemian for ten minutes??? At least when you're in front of my new mother-in-law?"
It did not take long at all for Violet to get pregnant!
This is their daughter. Her name is Irene.
As for Penelope...
... she's not doing well. See, she never really wanted to have kids in the first place, let alone the strange, immaculately-conceived children of consulting detectives.
And now, in her twilight years, she mopes around her daughter and son-in-law's house, looking after her grandchild (she hates diapers), regretting her life. Sure, she was the chief of police, but what does that mean? She never loved. She's gone through her entire life, devoting everything to the job that meant nothing, and the child she never wanted.
"But you love me, don't you, Mr. Mop? Of course you do. You're the only one who ever has. I don't know what I'd do without you! Here, let me kiss you upon your paper-plate face."
(It's probably best to ignore Watson and his old-fashioned weightlifting unitard in the background there.)
But one last thing. I have not mentioned what Violet does! Yes, of course she works. She's a modern woman.
But what sort of job is suitable for the daughter of Sherlock Holmes and the chief of police?
Well, since her teens she has had a goal. She has worked hard to reach that goal and now, she has attained it.
Violet Brass is a criminal mastermind.
These are her work clothes.
That is all.
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THAT'S SO SAD
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She was absolutely miserable having to take care of a kid, and all my efforts to keep her aspiration level high have failed. She's a miserable, lonely person, who hated having to change diapers and was completely disinterested in the fact that her daughter was succeeding in everything she tried.
I expect her to die fairly soon, actually, but in the meantime, she keeps trying to seduce the mop to make up for an utter lack of a love-life.
Maybe I'll get her a blind date or something, I dunno. Love, in the very last days of her life.
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*dies*