The Zwingman Legacy: 1.0
Welcome to a new legacy! I know I vanished for ages, and I'm sorry for not updating the Becketts or staying up-to-date with all your legacies. I haven't been playing Sims at all, and when I finally did load up the Becketts they were just so laggy and frustrating I couldn't enjoy it. So I made a new legacy founder. I do think I will still continue with the Becketts, but I am having a lot of fun with the Zwingmans at the moment.
Anyway, I'll stop rambling. I hope you enjoy! Still getting back into the swing of playing/taking pictures/thinking of things to say about said pictures, so please forgive me if this is really lame XD
Thanks for reading!
At the time the architect had said big things. Big things about slopes. It had all been very exciting. Unfortunately for Arin Zwingman the short-lived obsession with ~interesting roofing had lasted only as long as it took to build her house.
The aforementioned Arin Zwingman.
Clumsy
Family orientated
Savvy sculptor
Excitable
Never nude
Her LTW is to produce and raise five kids.
Inspecting her new home for the first time, she is really... erm...
Arin: Is this supposed to be my house?!
To be fair, there's only so much that can be done with limited funds and -
Arin: *ear-piercing shriek* I LOVE IT!
Oh. Okay then.
Even Arin's enthusiasm has its limits. Tired of flailing over every single furnishing, she sat down to have a bit of a think over what sort of job she would like to have.
She rolled stylist and any initial scepticism on my part vanished when she strolled in to find the place packed with sims. Good job, Arin. Way to get started on the spouse hunt!
Don Lothario - Riverview's head stylist - agreed to hire her. Normally I'd have Arin take a crack at him, but judging by her face more crack is the last thing she needs right now.
Arin immediately imagined herself the bestest stylist ever and elbowed Don out of the way to take on his clients.
Arin: Uh, oops?
Lady: ... :(
Arin: Err, I'm sure that shade of liverspot brown will be in... eventually.
Lest she ruin someone else's wardrobe, Arin took to introducing herself to any and all eligible bachelors. And by "eligible bachelors" I mean Larry here.
Arin: Sometimes, when I buy mangoes, I draw little faces on them and pretend they're actually tiny, perfectly round orphaned babies. What do you like to do in your spare time?
Larry: Get away from me.
Arin: *breathes in deeply* ... babiesssss...
Larry: Err...
And then, because she's been taught well, she walked away mid-conversation.
Arin: This is playing hard to get. Is he looking?
Arin: No, really. Is he looking?
Suave.
Turns out Larry is the tattoo artist. This woman seriously got about five tattoos all in a row from him. He yelled at her after each one.
Feeling confident after putting the moves on Larry, Arin headed to the park to see what other men she could impress. This guy has a great hat.
Arin thought so, too.
Guy: Woah. Woah. Woah!
Creeper in Background: Public molestation :) *approves*
Arin: GIVE US A KISS, BABY!
Guy: D:
He then launched into an eight-point explanation about why kissing some random in the street in the middle of the day can be interpreted as a social faux pas.
Arin: *has a sad*
Dr Jebidiah was looking pretty pleased with himself, so Arin left hat guy to talk to him.
Arin: A doctor. You don't say.
Dr Jeb: Urg. No, I will not switch jobs with you for a day. I don't care how fun you think it would be.
Arin: :(
No matter how many puppy eyes she pulled at him, he remained stauchly opposed to the idea.
Arin: I would have slept with you, you know.
Dr Jeb: Dammit.
Creeper in Background Sassy Gay Friend: Look at your life, look at your choices.
It was getting dark and this guy decided to bust out with a ghost story.
Adorable.
Adora- Hang on. Oh, I see your game, buddy. Scare the chicks with a gristly tale about some serial killer with a hook for a hand who murders young women to enact revenge on the cheerleader who rejected him for prom. Also, he died ten years ago tonight. Also also, he can turn invisible.
Yeah, then you'll offer to walk them home so they won't be scared. Nice try.
Seems I'm not the only one who sees right through this guy's ploy.
Unfortunately the story proved too scary for Hal, and the plan to stop storytelling guy hitting on every woman in the park fell apart.
Arin: Oh gosh, why don't I have curtains? I'm gonna turn around and the invisible, hook-handed serial killer is going to be looking in at me!
Arin: At least if I'm killed in the shower I won't die naked.
Positive thinking!
Arin was exhausted the next morning, having spent most of the previous night hiding under a blanket after catching sight of a shadow near her bedroom door.
She didn't have work, but she headed down to the salon anyway. Don was getting his bitchy gossip on. He really works the whole head stylist thing.
And Larry was there.
Arin: derp.
Larry: Could you move? I'm trying to watch the massive bitch-fight going on outside.
Just in case he didn't get the hint last time, Arin bombards him with conversation about reproduction. And not the sexy kind. The kind that involves words like 'ovulating'.
Every man in the immediate vicinity was horrified.
Arin: SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BBS.
I don't think Larry wants to talk about babies.
Arin: Oh wow, the way you get all up in my face and start shouting is, like, so hot.
Arin: derp.
And as Larry recoils in horror, Arin proceeds to roll five billion wishes about him. Everything from kiss Larry for the first time, to marry Larry. What.
So Larry gets himself invited round and the two make out on the front lawn. The neighbours must be pleased.
The never ending fighting-flirting cycle leads to Larry struttin' on out in the early hours of the morning.
And later on Arin starts to feel sick.
Unsure whether she should celebrate or freak out at the prospect of being maybe-possibly-perhaps one step closer to achieving her LTW, Arin settles for a half-assed slow clap.
Then it's time for work! Of course, Larry the tattoo artist is there.
Arin: I'm not speaking to you at the moment. I'm playing hard to get.
Her first (and only) client was Flo Broke. And, I mean, there's not really any way it can get worse than this. Surely an elderly woman with a bad dye-job, hideous make up, and hot pants (thankfully not pictured) won't have impossibly high standards when it comes to style.
Arin: I think she likes it.
Flo: *sobs harder*
So Flo goes home to bemoan the way her tacky outfit has become an outfit of exact levels of tackiness. Whatever, Flo.
Meanwhile, Arin's in the background congratulating herself on a job well done.
And I spend my time spying on Larry, only to find another Broke trying to pick him up.
Good boy.
Ruby is apparently unable to take a hint. Erm, not that Arin is much better.
She was relentlessly mocked. I can see how this may be a potential red flag in Arin's pursuit of him.
Speaking of Arin, she was throwing up in the company bathroom.
Before heading over to her maybe-possibly-perhaps baby daddy. They sniggered ruthlessly over Ruby Broke. So mean.
The next step was to yell at each other.
And then, logically, to make out.
The fighting-flirting is all autonomous. They are the weirdest couple. I LOVE THEM.
Since Flo apparently told everyone else in the salon how horrible Arin was at her job, she had no more clients that day. She ditched to go home early, stopping only to throw up again on her way out.
She arrived home to promptly set it on fire.
Arin: ohgodohgodohgodohgod
To comfort her after the awfully traumatic fire, Larry was invited over again.
Arin: AND ANOTHER INTERESTING THING ABOUT BABIES...
I imagine she speaks of maximum volume when she gets excited.
Luckily for Larry she had to leave to use the bathroom where she promptly popped.
So cute. Make me interesting looking babies, guys.
He'll make a great dad.
Arin spent her pregnancy reading baby books in the library.
And researching fashion for work.
This hip couple were hanging out in the consignment store. Love the hats, you two.
Drama!
With the baby due any day, Arin figured it was probably time to tell Larry. Also, she had no money to buy a crib so needed him to move in and bring all his money. This was the face she decided to use when she broke the news.
Larry: 8O
Arin: Now, I notice that you don't actually have any money. AT. ALL. So we're still sitting here at a total of zero dollars. Luckily, I noticed that book you tried to hide under the couch. I pawned it off and they gave me over seven hundred bucks! Can you believe that? For a book!
Larry: My... rare... first edition...
What's mine is yours, right Larry?
He was kinda pissed about it.
Don't give me that look. There's only so much I can do with your gigantic jaw.
Arin: derp
Larry: *turns volume all the way up*
It's a boy! His name is Bohdan and he's excitable and absent minded.
I see you smiling back there, Larry.
Bohdan: Is this nice? I can't tell if this is nice.
Could it be? Is Larry actually showing affection for his girlfriend? Maybe he isn't such a massive jerk after all! Maybe -
It's gonna be like this, huh?
No, I don't know why you like him, either.
And Bohdan grows up bald and on the floor. Happy day!