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marcelle isbi 1.1
after a more than a few series of unfortunate events®/life happenings/school and fighting a losing battle against two computers, i had to let the games go for a little while (two years). but over the course of a month i've been given a new rig, more free time, and ts3 generations expansion, so i thought why not. i've always wanted to try an isbi too and thought it'd fit better with ts2. i forgot to install my camera hack (and am still getting back into how the taking of the pictures is to be done and...lj in general, haha), but i think the pics came out pretty ok. OH and this is the same user, just a different username. if the layout is a bother don't hesitate to tell!
This would be our founder, one Evian Marcelle. This is a tiny bit of a continuation of the Cohen family in that she was Cynthia's last kid; I just slapped a different hair color on her. So we can just say that she got sick of her family, severed all ties, moved far away and changed her name in hopes that what happened to her mother doesn't happen to her.
Because surely crazy can't follow you to another computer. At all.
Even if this is an ISBI.
I am hoping Evian here will help kill my obsession with red-haired sims. This will probably not happen at all ever. Don't be deceived by her dryadic appearance -- she wants nothing to do with the outdoors. Unless by "going outdoors" you mean exploring all the parts of [insert popular open world game title here] that aren't...say, a city or a dungeon. If that's the case, why yes, she is all for spending hours traversing the wilderness of the great beyond.
Since making the future relationships of her descendants extremely uncomfortable is her goal in life, she's free to jump into the first §200+/day job she can find. The more money the merrier (the matchmaker will be)!
The welcome wagon's not yet arrived and local legend is already working it's magic.
Sadly, this isn't quite what Evian had envisioned every time her mother said there'd be plenty of fish in the sea for her to choose from one day if she ate all her veggies like a good girl.
(needless to say she never did eat much. cookies and chips, straight up. you know how sim children get when their parents can't use a stove/don't feed them coughcynthiacough)
She sure knows how to charm the knickerbockers off of the old guys, doesn't she?
It's funny because that's what happened when she was a Cohen, too.
Whippersnapper: Awh maaan, when I get old, I'd be lucky if I could get someone as hot as that charming off my knickerbockers!!!1
Oho. She's probably picturing you old right now. And she likes what she sees.
Alas, she didn't get a lot of game in before she had to head to work later that afternoon. She brought in a coworker though.
A little too green around the ears, probably, but sometimes you just have to settle.
They have two bolts, though, so his is a good number to have in Evian's little black book.
A little backwards, but that'll still count as our number one.
Evian: DAWN OF THE SECOND DAY -- 29 hearts remain.
Another day, another old guy standing outside Evian's door.
-- weeee're just gonna see what our fountain money gets us first.
....... I thought I deleted you downtown folk. ):
There's something to be said about the senior social network in this town when a new elder male comes strolling on by every ten or so minutes.
Anyway, the date moves on, because we need 30 ~lovahs~ and not 30 potential spouses. Marius here is from across the way and is hoping to jump in and score after she's done with Lifevest.
... or just play hard to get. That's cool, Marius. We all know you're bound to come around eventually.
Evian goes on her first (solo) outing in order to scope out the non-geriatric population of the hood and OH MY LAND, the youngins have got it going on too.
They also apparently like to go for traditional Far Eastern look.
Evian: Oh, god, he's STARING. And he's looking at me in that "hay gurl hay looks like I found my new future booski"-way :(
Evian: Maybe if I move to another table...
Evian: .........he can't see it but I'm frowning on the inside.
Our next new potential lover comes from the welcome wagon, who makes sure to let Evian know that she is as attractive as the day she arrived. Attractive, huh? Should've seen her earlier that day.
Earlier.
~Lovah~ number one checks in while she's wooing her date. That is not her "this conversation pleases me" face.
Two!
Random: Oh haaaay
Evian: Oh getoveryourselfaaay
YEAH, WELL WHO NEEDS YOU?
Evian probably will :(
Evian is never happy when she answers the phone. Sims are probably just that way, but I've never noticed it before now.
Eventually has come around!
Three down. THIS IS A LOT HARDER THAN IT SEEMS LIKE IT SHOULD BE. Even with ACR.
This is probably the closest a sim can get to calling out someone else's name during sex.
Past flames seem to have a knack for interrupting SWEET LOVIN TIMES.
oh fuck yes
i mean no, Evian is not a coolsim at all what are you talking about
This guy becomes persuit #4 for his generosity of handing me an opportunity for the reference.
Except that it doesn't go all that spectacular.
Evian: Oh no it's happening again, isn't it? Why the fuck do these people not have lives??
Trench Coat: Uh..."great date", yeah, whatever, leaving. /MINUSMINUS
What's a first update without the telltale signs of a gen 2 kid coming in?
Or the standard look of grudging nonacceptance when the mother to be realizes that for reasons she can't quite understand, she's been selected to undertake an incredible journey that will land her in even more pregnancies and situations she'd never walk into willingly and leave her not only physically drained (and more than likely starving and standing in a puddle of her own urine), but emotionally taxed and teetering on the verge of certain insanity.
...starting now!
Right. Even though you can somehow see him, he can't see you, and will be none the wiser if you make a dash for the phone and call up the cops.
She's finally able to make it after a few tries getting her to stop with the OH MY GOD DO YOU SEE THIS SIM GOD THERE IS A BURGLAR IN MY HOUSE!? AND SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE DONE.
Evian: THIS IS DOING NOTHING FOR MY FUN METER, BY THE WAY.
Awww :( I'm sure we'll be able to scrounge up enough simoleons to replace that §400 dresser somehow. I know how much it meant to you.
Unless you are understandably crying over the fact that you just got robbed.
...or the fact that you didn't even get to collect his number, maybe? I could see that upsetting you too.
Welcome to your ISBI Legacy, Evian Marcelle!
This would be our founder, one Evian Marcelle. This is a tiny bit of a continuation of the Cohen family in that she was Cynthia's last kid; I just slapped a different hair color on her. So we can just say that she got sick of her family, severed all ties, moved far away and changed her name in hopes that what happened to her mother doesn't happen to her.
Because surely crazy can't follow you to another computer. At all.
Even if this is an ISBI.
I am hoping Evian here will help kill my obsession with red-haired sims. This will probably not happen at all ever. Don't be deceived by her dryadic appearance -- she wants nothing to do with the outdoors. Unless by "going outdoors" you mean exploring all the parts of [insert popular open world game title here] that aren't...say, a city or a dungeon. If that's the case, why yes, she is all for spending hours traversing the wilderness of the great beyond.
Since making the future relationships of her descendants extremely uncomfortable is her goal in life, she's free to jump into the first §200+/day job she can find. The more money the merrier (the matchmaker will be)!
The welcome wagon's not yet arrived and local legend is already working it's magic.
Sadly, this isn't quite what Evian had envisioned every time her mother said there'd be plenty of fish in the sea for her to choose from one day if she ate all her veggies like a good girl.
(needless to say she never did eat much. cookies and chips, straight up. you know how sim children get when their parents can't use a stove/don't feed them coughcynthiacough)
She sure knows how to charm the knickerbockers off of the old guys, doesn't she?
It's funny because that's what happened when she was a Cohen, too.
Whippersnapper: Awh maaan, when I get old, I'd be lucky if I could get someone as hot as that charming off my knickerbockers!!!1
Oho. She's probably picturing you old right now. And she likes what she sees.
Alas, she didn't get a lot of game in before she had to head to work later that afternoon. She brought in a coworker though.
A little too green around the ears, probably, but sometimes you just have to settle.
They have two bolts, though, so his is a good number to have in Evian's little black book.
A little backwards, but that'll still count as our number one.
Evian: DAWN OF THE SECOND DAY -- 29 hearts remain.
Another day, another old guy standing outside Evian's door.
-- weeee're just gonna see what our fountain money gets us first.
....... I thought I deleted you downtown folk. ):
There's something to be said about the senior social network in this town when a new elder male comes strolling on by every ten or so minutes.
Anyway, the date moves on, because we need 30 ~lovahs~ and not 30 potential spouses. Marius here is from across the way and is hoping to jump in and score after she's done with Lifevest.
... or just play hard to get. That's cool, Marius. We all know you're bound to come around eventually.
Evian goes on her first (solo) outing in order to scope out the non-geriatric population of the hood and OH MY LAND, the youngins have got it going on too.
They also apparently like to go for traditional Far Eastern look.
Evian: Oh, god, he's STARING. And he's looking at me in that "hay gurl hay looks like I found my new future booski"-way :(
Evian: Maybe if I move to another table...
Evian: .........he can't see it but I'm frowning on the inside.
Our next new potential lover comes from the welcome wagon, who makes sure to let Evian know that she is as attractive as the day she arrived. Attractive, huh? Should've seen her earlier that day.
Earlier.
~Lovah~ number one checks in while she's wooing her date. That is not her "this conversation pleases me" face.
Two!
Random: Oh haaaay
Evian: Oh getoveryourselfaaay
YEAH, WELL WHO NEEDS YOU?
Evian probably will :(
Evian is never happy when she answers the phone. Sims are probably just that way, but I've never noticed it before now.
Eventually has come around!
Three down. THIS IS A LOT HARDER THAN IT SEEMS LIKE IT SHOULD BE. Even with ACR.
This is probably the closest a sim can get to calling out someone else's name during sex.
Past flames seem to have a knack for interrupting SWEET LOVIN TIMES.
oh fuck yes
i mean no, Evian is not a coolsim at all what are you talking about
This guy becomes persuit #4 for his generosity of handing me an opportunity for the reference.
Except that it doesn't go all that spectacular.
Evian: Oh no it's happening again, isn't it? Why the fuck do these people not have lives??
Trench Coat: Uh..."great date", yeah, whatever, leaving. /MINUSMINUS
What's a first update without the telltale signs of a gen 2 kid coming in?
Or the standard look of grudging nonacceptance when the mother to be realizes that for reasons she can't quite understand, she's been selected to undertake an incredible journey that will land her in even more pregnancies and situations she'd never walk into willingly and leave her not only physically drained (and more than likely starving and standing in a puddle of her own urine), but emotionally taxed and teetering on the verge of certain insanity.
...starting now!
Right. Even though you can somehow see him, he can't see you, and will be none the wiser if you make a dash for the phone and call up the cops.
She's finally able to make it after a few tries getting her to stop with the OH MY GOD DO YOU SEE THIS SIM GOD THERE IS A BURGLAR IN MY HOUSE!? AND SOMETHING NEEDS TO BE DONE.
Evian: THIS IS DOING NOTHING FOR MY FUN METER, BY THE WAY.
Awww :( I'm sure we'll be able to scrounge up enough simoleons to replace that §400 dresser somehow. I know how much it meant to you.
Unless you are understandably crying over the fact that you just got robbed.
...or the fact that you didn't even get to collect his number, maybe? I could see that upsetting you too.
Welcome to your ISBI Legacy, Evian Marcelle!