The Cobalt Legacy 4.4
Hayley: I HATE THIS MAKEOVER. WHAT THE HELL.
Hayley: I LOOK LIKE GODDAMN WOLVERINE.
Hayley: AND WHAT THE SHIT AM I WEARING? THIS MUSTARD ENSEMBLE IS SO NOT FLATTERING MY SKINTONE.
Christian: Go away, Wolverine boy. And take the goddamn cursor with you.
Hayley: SEE? SEE WHAT YOU MAKE ME PUT UP WITH?
That probably is the best way to relate to Seth.
That's the mail girl coming to drop off the earplugs Ocean orderd.
Christian: Making me lunch? I'm kind of in the mood for a-
Ocean: No, I was just hoping this door would be soundproof.
Unfortunately, it's not.
I've been informed that Hayley's online alias does not resemble Wolverine in any way, shape or form.
Hayley: IT'S BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE FUCKING HUGH JACKMAN, ISN'T IT?
Seth's second lover has decided to come back for another piece of the Seth pie.
And eat it up, she does.
Pre-college study session! It is notable it lasted all of one sim hour before they started wandering off, one by one.
Seth: The age of consent is 16? Screw that. If InTeen'd been installed a few days ago...
Asher: That does seem like a better way to handle my anger.
Hayley: HAYLEY IS A GIRL NAME.
I KNEW IT.
Christian: So that's why the cursor is in all these screen caps!
Thanks to Christian's research, the cursor's gone in time for college stat cards.
Figures that this is what the former twin terrors would bond over.
Look who else decided to join them in college. It's Frances, Christian's lover.
~*REUNITED*~
She turned out GORGEOUS, by the way. Good choice, me.
You get stuck with girly rooms equipped with Betty Boop laptops when all the offspring of a generation is male.
No, that's not right...
It's okay that you want to be Frances right now. I don't judge you.
Most girls would be turned off by her boyfriend's room being so feminine.
Frances must be a Gosling.
GET IT, GURL.
Christian: That was so hot!
Frances: As is that Wolverine brother of yours, naked over there. Don't put the walls up for this one, Sim God.
Exiting the premises.
~*45 MINUTES LATER*~
Cheerleader: I am HARDCORE THROUGH YOUR DOOR.
Cheerleader: WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, IGNORING ME?
THIS. IS.
SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Just walk away. Walk. Away.
Christian: Hey, babe.
Christian: Frances?
Christian: Fran, you're scaring me.
Frances: BINGO!
Christian: ...Bingo what?
Frances: Honey, that dress is darling!
Christian: That's the cheerleader that yelled at me about Sparta. :<
Frances: Oh, so you're a movie fan?!
Cheerleader: *reinacts death scene*
Frances: That was great!
Christian: Okay, now you're just lying.
And if you're not, I seriously judge you.
You stood there to wolf whistle at her? Hell, you could have done that while she was talking.
Christian: You make me sad... when you ignore me.
Christian: I... I just miss you sometimes.
Frances: ...We can talk about that...
Christian: We can't even kiss properly anymore.
OUR RELATIONSHIP IS DYING. I KNOW IT. :<
Hayley skills fast.
And by fast, I mean fast.
As evidenced by this shitty, triple speed video.
They get all dressed up to go out, and where's the nicest place in the neighbourhood? A freakin' sports bar.
They might be one of my favourite couples.
Lock 'er in, hon. Lock 'er in.
So, my cropping sucks ass. ~IGNORE IT~
I really hope this isn't some kind of foreshadowing.
Christian and Frances are greeted by a nice view of Seth proclaiming his latest romp to the world, which he managed all by himself.
Work that autonomy, boy.
Oh hai, Seth.
Frances: Hi, Christian.
Christian: Hi, Frances.
Frances: ZOMG IT'S CHRISTIAN.
Christian: ...Yeah?
GOOD JOB, DICKWAD.
Okay.
WE'VE ESTABLISHED THE FIRE.
FIX IT.
*facepalm*
*headdesk*
*shoots self*
Because SMELL IS WHAT I'M CONCERNEd ABOUT.
Just another win for the record.
I'll be sure to keep your inspiration in mind when planning the event.
Dear lord.
*sigh* Well, now he's just going to get cocky.
Unfortunately, people wouldn't move in time to save Seth. >:|
Therefore, the remaining four - one unpictured - have been sent into town in search of a secret society member to befriend.
Morbid setting, huh?
All right, gang, get on it.
So, if Frances is Daphne, and Christian is Freddie, which of the boys gets to be Velma?
PREY SPOTTED.
BAIT CAST.
...PREY ESCAPED.
Cheating into friendships is much more efficient.
I see you, stalking Asher in your matching bathing suit.
Sonic the Hedgehog: Who, me? *NONCHALANT*
Hayley: So... Pretty...
I concur.
I see the convenience of your timing, Scientist man.
Yeah, I'm sure you're real pleased to meet her.
Oh, look. Christian dying in a corner. >:|
In a toilet stall, of all places, where no one can get into to plead.
DAMN YOU WTF NOOOOO WHYYYY DID THIS HAPPEN? WHY MUST YOU DIE IN SUCH A STUPID PLACE
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY NOOOOOOOOO
The kids deal with it in various ways.
Frances, for example, starts hitting up other guys.
Asher is suddenly family-obsessed and senile.
Hayley swoons after girls that used to freak his deceased brother out.
And then, at some point, Hayley died.
THIS DORM IS CURSED.
Let's take a look at the score, shall we?
Generation 3:
Mickey
Lena
(2/3)
Generation 4:
Hayley
Christian
Seth
Asher
(4/4)
DEAR LORD.
All faith is lost in ever gaining access to the Secret Society, so InSim is whipped out, and quickie re-engagements ensue. :D
How romantic a setting, right?
Christian: Again, you've got the wrong Cobalt brother...
Graduation time STINKS.
Christian: Your jokes STINK.
Christian: Please still let me be heir. D:
You know it's a partayy when your mom and butler show up.
LOL. I'm actually so dissapointed I didn't manage to hook these two up.
She's wasn't quite as impressed by his helpful gesture as I would've liked.
Christian: See you when I spawn!