The Hawk Legacy-Part 1.0
Why hello there folks.
If anyone was hoping to see more of the Nox family I must apologize. I had to unistall/reinstall my game, and in the process they where removed. I know I could of saved them, but I think starting over was a good thing.
Hopefully, this legacy will make out better then the Nox family did.
I probably would have gotten this post out days ago, but LJ has decided not to autosave anything.
Oh dear, welcome to Bridgeport. City of lights, dancing, and lots of awkward vomiting.
This happens to be the highrise building in which the Hawk Legacy shall begin.
This is the ever-so-awkward Mort Hawk.
He is a computer whizy, bookworm, loser, perfectionist that hates the outdoors.
At one point he'll work his way up from being a lowly test subject to head honcho of science facility.
He's also a giant nerd.
And this is Mort's long time girlfriend, Anna Forest.
Mort hopes to one day grow some balls and ask her to marry him.
Right now, however, the two of them seem be fairly content.
That is, until Anna seems to take a personality turn, and begins to head out ever night.
ANNA: "I'm leaving now Mort, I'll be back later."
MORT: "But I have season 4.5 of Battlestar Gallactica, we where supposed to watch it."
ANNA: "Oh....wow, more toaster references huh? I don't think I can tonight honey."
MORT: "You won't know how it ends though."
ANNA: "How about you watch it, and tell me about it. You're a good story teller."
MORT: "I...guess."
ANNA: "I'll see you later."
ANNA: "One more night of his nerd fest, and I'll think I'll kill myself."
As soon as Anna left, Mort was on the phone.
MORT: "Yea, she just left. You should see her coming out about now."
MORT: "Yes, the red-head. What do you mean by 'fire-crotch?'"
Mort doesn't like the thoughts of what might come in the next few hours.
Late that night:
Anna arrived home well passed midnight, to find Mort still awake.
ANNA: "Why are you still up? Don't you have work in the morning."
MORT: "Just couldn't sleep."
MORT: "And, well, it's been awhile."
ANNA: "I'm kinda tired."
MORT: "Come on hot stuff, I'll make it quick."
MORT SHOULDN'T FORGET TO TURN HIS SWAG OFF.
The next day Mort was up, and checking very important emails.
He opened the one that he had most likely been dreading to find the pictures he almost didn't want to see.
Night after night of his girlfriend, Anna, out at clubs with other men and doing things he would never think of her to do.
Obviously, Mort couldn't let bubbly delicous angst go until lunchtime.
MORT: "You see these pictures? How could you keeping doing this?"
ANNA: "Mort I..."
MORT: "There is just no excuse. I shouldn't have to hire a someone to follow my girlfriend around."
ANNA: "You hired someone to follow me around? HOW DARE YOU!"
MORT: "How else was I supposed to find out what was going on with you?"
ANNA: "You could have asked you jerk-off."
ANNA: "I'm outta here."
MORT: "We don't have to break up, we can work through this."
ANNA: "No, we can't."
MORT: "You're gonna leave in your pajamas?"
ANNA: "YES THAT IS EXACTLY HOW ANGRY I AM, I'M LEAVING IN MY PAJAMAS!"
With Anna gone Mort begins to live a lonely bachelour life of drinking and awkward elevator sex.
Needless to say, there was a lot of drinking, and not a lot of elevator sex.
The ladies and the lower end establishments, lets just say, wheren't Mort's type.
Mort eventually reaches a point where he begins bribing bouncers in order to get into higher end bars.
The only thing good about the high end bars was that Mort could me someone a little bit nicer looking to have sex with.
/elevator sex like a boss.
/strut like a boss
/victory martini like a boss
Mort's drunken nights eventually led him to The Grind.
He attempts to ignore the police officer dancing on the counter.
BARTENDER: "Don't worry, he's not a real cop. The rest of the village people cover band didn't show up tonight so he just got sauced and won't stop singing 'Moucho Man.'
Mort just doesn't understand how drunk he really gets.
MORT: "Heeeey guuuuurl, whaaaat youuuu dooooooing."
Dancing on the floor is way to current.
Mort begins to attrach some attention of one the girls in the club.
MORT: "My name is Mort, but you can call me....uuuh."
???: "Call me Jasmine, Suger."
MORT: "Yeah, call me Suger."
JASMINE: "Are you doing the running man?"
MORT: "Yea, it's the next best thing."
JASMINE: "I don't mean to sound forward Suger, but do you want to go somewhere private?"
MORT: "There is not elevator around here."
JASMINE: "You don't need an elevator to have sex. Don't you have an house or something."
MORT: "Oh, yea, one of those. We can go to my place."
MORT: "Later bitches."
Liqour makes you sexy Mort.
So Mort takes Jasmine back to his highrise, and they don't even make it up to his apartment before they get to buisness.
JASMINE: "You know we can still have that elevator sex you where talking about earlier."
MORT: "What's that funny taste in my mouth?"
/face munch
JASMINE: "So is it alright if I stay the whole night? My place is all the way across town?"
MORT: "Yea sure, whole night. You gonna take that jacket off now?"
Mort got up the next morning and does what he does best: sit on the computer.
He obviously, never notices when Jasmine wakes up.
Jasmine was obviously not really that worried about what Mort was doing with himself.
Mort eventually stops watching porn checking his email, and realizes that Jasmine isn't in bed anymore.
MORT: "I don't know the protacal for this, but are you hungry?"
JASMINE: "I've never been offered breakfast in the morning, sounds nice."
MORT: "Would you like pancakes or......"
JASMINE: "Something wrong?"
/facepalm
MORT: "Hold up, wait a minute."
MORT: "This must be one of those 'gnaw your arm off moments' except I'm already out of bed, and it's not just and ugly chick."
JASMINE: "I am standing right here you know."
MORT: "This is not what I needed this early in the morning."
JASMINE: "Wait, are you just realizing now that I'm a guy? I would think after all the stuff we did last night you would have noticed."
MORT: "I don't care what happened last night, just leave please."
JASMINE: "Alright Suger, you call me for some fun another time then."
MORT: "Right....yea, we'll see."
JASMINE: "Peace out."
Mort then decides that he might possibly need several more days of sleep to get over his hangover, and the thoughts of what just occured over the past 12 hours.
Mort spent a fair amount of time drinking (and crying) at Waylon's Haunt.
MORT: "Hey barkeep!"
BARTENDER: "You still here? Haven't you had enough?"
MORT: "I will so tell you when I've had enough.
This much drinking on Mort's end can never turn out good.
MORT: "Hey, theeere. Yoou wannaaaa hop uup heeeree wiith meee?"
WOMAN: "No."
That rubber ducky is just filled with to much sexual atraction, woman can't handle it.
Unexpectantly, Mort recieves a call from a certain someone.
MORT: "Hello? Who? Jasmine, oh jeeze. No I don't think I can go anywhere. Meet you somewhere?"
MORT: "The park?...As in outside?...No, I'd rather not meet there, do you know where the library is?...Good, meet me there."
Mort was not happy about the idea of meeting up with 'Jasmine.'
MORT: "I find this idea to be extremely unenjoyable."
Mort made it to the library but found no sign of Jasmine anywhere.
He sat around for quite some time reading.
And crying.
Mort begins to take a stroll around the library, thinking that maybe he might have missed Jasmine somewhere.
He eventually finds him in the upstairs of the library.
JASMINE: "Where have you been?"
MORT: "Downstairs, where have you been?"
JASMINE: "Here, obviously."
MORT: "Ok, what is it that you wanted."
JASMINE: Well, first off I thought it be best if I just told you my real name."
MORT: "Your name isn't Jasmine, how surprising."
JASMINE: "Well it's slightly harder to get around the way I want to when my name is Alex."
MORT: "Couldn't you just make it so you're name was Alexandra then, wouldn't that be easier."
ALEX: "What fun would that be?"
MORT: "Alright, whatever, is you telling me your real name the only reason you wanted to meet me here?"
ALEX: "No, not really. It's just....I've been really sick lately, and I'm just being the responsible one."
MORT: "You're joking right, you think you got something from me?"
ALEX: "Well excuse me princess, I was just trying to be a good person."
MORT: "Wait, what are you sick with?"
ALEX: "I don't know. I've just been throwing up, and various body parts have swelled up that shouldn't be swelled up."
MORT: "Random quesion, did you take any pills while you where at my house?"
ALEX: "Umm, yea. What does that have to do anything?"
MORT: "Shit, well...would you believe me if I told you that you're probably pregnant."
ALEX: "You know I'm male right?"
MORT: "In my opinion that's still up for questioning. I work for the science labs, those pills where in testing and I was the guinea pig."
ALEX: "So why aren't you pregnant."
MORT: "They didn't work on me, I stopped taking them months ago."
ALEX: "You expect me to believe in experimental drugs to make men pregnant."
MORT: "Ever hear of a place called Strangetown? Oh, just forget anything I said, I'm going home."
MORT: "If you change your mind about all of this, just call me I guess. I can be nice enough to help."
Mort preceeded to go home, and cry.
Alot.
Then some more.
MORT: "Oh gosh, he's calling."
/unimpressed face
MORT: "Let me guess, you've changed your mind? Your downstairs? Oh just come on up."
ALEX: "So I maybe should have listened to you."
MORT: "Really?"
ALEX: "I bought a pregnancy test, and it came out positive."
MORT: "It shouldn't work like that, but I'll go with it."
MORT: "Oh jeez, I don't know how else to put this out there, but how about you stay with me. Now that you're pregnant (and male) you need a little extra care, and I can get the stuff from the science facility."
ALEX: "Well, well. This is surprising."
MORT: "Is that a yes or no?"
ALEX: "I might as well shouldn't I?"
MORT: "Well good then, this should work out......great....yea, that's as close as I'll go."
MORT: "I could make this entire thing even more awkward."
ALEX: "Apparently so."
ALEX: "I see your awkward and raise you a WTF moment."
So Alex and Mort shack up together, at least until the baby is born.
Since Mort is the only one with a job at the moment, Alex by default gets to become the chore monkey.
Though, most of the time is spent in front of the television.
Thankfully, Mort gets a promotion and a paycheck which allows them to get a crib.
There was a terryfing moment when I thougt we would have a floor baby.
ALEX: "So I saw the crib, decent choice. Could we have gone with something more elaborate?"
MORT: "It's all we can afford."
ALEX: "You sure, what about that one I ordered off the internet. You know the one with the frills and lace."
MORT: "That order overdrew my bank account, and bounced all my checks to pay the bills."
MORT: "It's amazing how much money goes away when you spend it all on shoes, make-up, and take-out."
ALEX: "While being in the emotional time of my life I need to feel pretty, and I'm eating for two."
MORT: "'Eating for two', well doesn't sound like any excuse someone would make for eating like a sarlacc."
ALEX: "A what?:
MORT: "Sarlacc. You know, beak....tenticles.....feed him Jedi. Do you not watch movies."
ALEX: "You see this face Mort? This is my not caring face."
/not caring face.
ALEX: "Holy crap, I think something just kicked my spleen."
MORT: "Did you seriously just piss on the couch?"
ALEX: "That's not piss you idiot."
MORT: "Then what the....oh.....OH!"
MORT: "Crap, crap, crap, crap."
ALEX: "Call a cab you idiot!"
MORT: "How is this even supposed to work."
ALEX: "CAB YOU IDIOT!"
ALEX: "It's not going to drop out behind me."
MORT: "For all I know it could spew out your back like that episode of Star Trek: Voyager."
ALEX: "You need to stop these references to things I don't know."
Mort actually did take a cab, but had no intention on waiting on Alex, who resorted to taking the subway.
ALEX: "Sup',found a baby."
MORT: "So how did....?"
ALEX: "Trust me, you don't want to know."
Meet the first born of the second Hawk generation: Cheska, an adorable bouncing baby girl.
She rolled neurotic and excitable as her first two traits.