Immortal Beloved: Gen. 1.4: Part One
Oh My God... It is so hard to post things when I am so far ahead of the story! I really need to stop playing the Sims 2 for a little while so my entries can catch up to myself. HA! Like that will ever happen.
Abhijeet Turner and Blair Mace sat around the poker table, which was the second likely place they would be if you were looking for the founders of the unnamed band at the Desert Dormitory.
Abhijeet, who played bass just for fun, was not really interested in making it big. Blair on the other hand, couldn't think of anything else.
Blair: You know uh, Abe...
Abhijeet: Huh?
Blair: I've been thinking.
Abhijeet: Congratulations.
Blair: No, I mean I've been thinking that um... If we were going to perform outside of the Desert Dormitory, wouldn't we need a guitarist or something?
Abhijeet: Don't you have schoolwork to do, kid? You know getting a good, secure career is more important than living a risky life in the entertainment business.
Blair yawned and said nothing.
He really didn't understand why his friend refused to hold an audition for the band, since he would most likely have more girls surrounding him than he already did if they actually became popular. He guessed it had to do with the competition that came along with it. After all, what the hell would happen to Abhijeet's "harem" if a guy hotter than he was came along and joined their group?
Blair had a feeling that Abhijeet didn't consider him as competition, and might even not be sure about his sexuality. He wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason, because he never mentioned anything about girls at all. They just weren't as important in his life as getting enough money to live comfortably was.
Despite Abhijeet's refusal to let anybody in, Blair decided to post an ad online anyway. And, a few days later somebody responded to it. The next day, Blair waited on the couch for the person to arrive.
And waited and waited... Wishing he was playing catch with somebody outside while he was doing so. It was after all, a lovely day and Blair was extremely hyperactive.
It was close to nighttime when Ripp Grunt finally came to the Desert Dormitory.
Blair: Hey, you're Ripp Grunt, right?
Ripp: Yep, that's me. Listen, it's been a while since I played guitar so I'm a little rusty. Can I just practice a little bit before we do this?
Blair: Sure uh, go right ahead. Don't take too long though, I was getting really bored while sitting there waiting for you before.
Ripp decided to change into his PJs while practicing (possibly to impress the ladies with his non-existent six pack?). It really surprised him how fucking bad he had gotten over time. It would take him days to get as good as he was prior to college, but the fidgety little guy that he talked to apparently couldn't wait that long.
Blair: Great, you're here! I was getting so bored. Are you ready for the audition?
Ripp: As ready as I ever will be!
Blair: Listen, um... Abe Turner, our bass player, will be down here soon. He doesn't really want another person to join the band so you have to really impress him.
Ripp: And I definitely will, don't you worry!
Ripp practiced a little more with Blair before Abe came into the room.
And when he did finally come in, he tried every trick he knew to impress the guy.
After the audition, Abhijeet reluctantly walked over to Ripp.
Abhijeet: You know Ripp, I'm still kind of upset Blair put that ad in the newspaper or wherever the fuck he put it, but you were pretty good. I um, guess you're in the band now.
Ripp: Really?! That's fucking awesome!
Blair: Thanks for letting Ripp in Abe, I'm sure he will not disappoint you.
Abhijeet: Okay, I sure hope so.
Thus began Ripp Grunt's days at the Desert Dormitory, as the guitarist for Blair and Abe's STILL unnamed band. Shit, it really needed to be called something. He'd have to think of something since the others hadn't yet.
But of course, the name had to wait. He woke up the next morning to two hot chicks playing darts right before him. According to Ripp, this was more important than a fucking name.
After their game was over, Ripp decided to follow one of them downstairs.
Her name was Jane Sims, and the clothing she was wearing sure made up for the fact that she had the plainest name in the book.
Ripp: You look so fucking hot in that dress, Miss.
Jane: Why thank you! You're pretty fucking hot yourself. *giggle*
Her friend, Amber Wong, was a bit harder to please.
It wasn't just him who Amber was picky with, it seemed; she was completely turned off by everybody in the dorm. And because of that, Ripp decided it had to be one of two conclusions. Either she was a lesbian, or she just didn't have turn ons that matched anybody. In any case, Ripp payed a trip to the local matchmaker and got himself a love potion the next day.
And then followed his smoking hot victim into the kitchen. Instant success!
The course of the next few days proved Abhijeet Turner wasn't as lucky with the ladies as he thought he was after all.
For Ripp clearly became the favorite among them extremely quick.
Sure he was talented, but Abe just couldn't help getting slightly annoyed after every session.
Not that it mattered much, since he had a woman that he could go to for his needs away from that greasy lowlife. In fact, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other since they were teenagers.
And he too thought that her huge tits were a plus.
Little did he know Ripp was further in that competition as well.
Ripp: Hey, after we do this can you make me some omelettes? My friend Johnny did for me sometimes and they were fucking awesome. (He is ALWAYS talking about either food or makeup. I guess his turn ons really make sense now.)
Van: Hehe, no I would set the apartment on fire for sure.
Ripp came to Van's apartment all the time not only because it was guarenteed that he would get something out of it, but also because his bandmates made him somewhat uncomfortable.
Besides band practice, they would usually keep to themselves most of the time.
God knows what they were doing when they were alone.
Out of the two of them, he liked Blair the most. Sure, he was as almost as active as his Tank was, which could be slightly annoying when you're as lazy as Ripp, but there was a certain quality of innocence about him. Something he hadn't seen since he lived with his little brother, Buck. Speaking of which, he really needed to call him.
Unfortunately, Blair usually was hogging the phone lines. He never mentioned who he was talking to all the time, so both Ripp and Abhijeet assumed it was family.
Boy, could they ever be any more wrong?
Remember Blair? He was Van's Stalker Bowlcut Kid in her teen years! I think he's quite cute... Once I changed his hair, of course!
Abhijeet Turner and Blair Mace sat around the poker table, which was the second likely place they would be if you were looking for the founders of the unnamed band at the Desert Dormitory.
Abhijeet, who played bass just for fun, was not really interested in making it big. Blair on the other hand, couldn't think of anything else.
Blair: You know uh, Abe...
Abhijeet: Huh?
Blair: I've been thinking.
Abhijeet: Congratulations.
Blair: No, I mean I've been thinking that um... If we were going to perform outside of the Desert Dormitory, wouldn't we need a guitarist or something?
Abhijeet: Don't you have schoolwork to do, kid? You know getting a good, secure career is more important than living a risky life in the entertainment business.
Blair yawned and said nothing.
He really didn't understand why his friend refused to hold an audition for the band, since he would most likely have more girls surrounding him than he already did if they actually became popular. He guessed it had to do with the competition that came along with it. After all, what the hell would happen to Abhijeet's "harem" if a guy hotter than he was came along and joined their group?
Blair had a feeling that Abhijeet didn't consider him as competition, and might even not be sure about his sexuality. He wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason, because he never mentioned anything about girls at all. They just weren't as important in his life as getting enough money to live comfortably was.
Despite Abhijeet's refusal to let anybody in, Blair decided to post an ad online anyway. And, a few days later somebody responded to it. The next day, Blair waited on the couch for the person to arrive.
And waited and waited... Wishing he was playing catch with somebody outside while he was doing so. It was after all, a lovely day and Blair was extremely hyperactive.
It was close to nighttime when Ripp Grunt finally came to the Desert Dormitory.
Blair: Hey, you're Ripp Grunt, right?
Ripp: Yep, that's me. Listen, it's been a while since I played guitar so I'm a little rusty. Can I just practice a little bit before we do this?
Blair: Sure uh, go right ahead. Don't take too long though, I was getting really bored while sitting there waiting for you before.
Ripp decided to change into his PJs while practicing (possibly to impress the ladies with his non-existent six pack?). It really surprised him how fucking bad he had gotten over time. It would take him days to get as good as he was prior to college, but the fidgety little guy that he talked to apparently couldn't wait that long.
Blair: Great, you're here! I was getting so bored. Are you ready for the audition?
Ripp: As ready as I ever will be!
Blair: Listen, um... Abe Turner, our bass player, will be down here soon. He doesn't really want another person to join the band so you have to really impress him.
Ripp: And I definitely will, don't you worry!
Ripp practiced a little more with Blair before Abe came into the room.
And when he did finally come in, he tried every trick he knew to impress the guy.
After the audition, Abhijeet reluctantly walked over to Ripp.
Abhijeet: You know Ripp, I'm still kind of upset Blair put that ad in the newspaper or wherever the fuck he put it, but you were pretty good. I um, guess you're in the band now.
Ripp: Really?! That's fucking awesome!
Blair: Thanks for letting Ripp in Abe, I'm sure he will not disappoint you.
Abhijeet: Okay, I sure hope so.
Thus began Ripp Grunt's days at the Desert Dormitory, as the guitarist for Blair and Abe's STILL unnamed band. Shit, it really needed to be called something. He'd have to think of something since the others hadn't yet.
But of course, the name had to wait. He woke up the next morning to two hot chicks playing darts right before him. According to Ripp, this was more important than a fucking name.
After their game was over, Ripp decided to follow one of them downstairs.
Her name was Jane Sims, and the clothing she was wearing sure made up for the fact that she had the plainest name in the book.
Ripp: You look so fucking hot in that dress, Miss.
Jane: Why thank you! You're pretty fucking hot yourself. *giggle*
Her friend, Amber Wong, was a bit harder to please.
It wasn't just him who Amber was picky with, it seemed; she was completely turned off by everybody in the dorm. And because of that, Ripp decided it had to be one of two conclusions. Either she was a lesbian, or she just didn't have turn ons that matched anybody. In any case, Ripp payed a trip to the local matchmaker and got himself a love potion the next day.
And then followed his smoking hot victim into the kitchen. Instant success!
The course of the next few days proved Abhijeet Turner wasn't as lucky with the ladies as he thought he was after all.
For Ripp clearly became the favorite among them extremely quick.
Sure he was talented, but Abe just couldn't help getting slightly annoyed after every session.
Not that it mattered much, since he had a woman that he could go to for his needs away from that greasy lowlife. In fact, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other since they were teenagers.
And he too thought that her huge tits were a plus.
Little did he know Ripp was further in that competition as well.
Ripp: Hey, after we do this can you make me some omelettes? My friend Johnny did for me sometimes and they were fucking awesome. (He is ALWAYS talking about either food or makeup. I guess his turn ons really make sense now.)
Van: Hehe, no I would set the apartment on fire for sure.
Ripp came to Van's apartment all the time not only because it was guarenteed that he would get something out of it, but also because his bandmates made him somewhat uncomfortable.
Besides band practice, they would usually keep to themselves most of the time.
God knows what they were doing when they were alone.
Out of the two of them, he liked Blair the most. Sure, he was as almost as active as his Tank was, which could be slightly annoying when you're as lazy as Ripp, but there was a certain quality of innocence about him. Something he hadn't seen since he lived with his little brother, Buck. Speaking of which, he really needed to call him.
Unfortunately, Blair usually was hogging the phone lines. He never mentioned who he was talking to all the time, so both Ripp and Abhijeet assumed it was family.
Boy, could they ever be any more wrong?
Remember Blair? He was Van's Stalker Bowlcut Kid in her teen years! I think he's quite cute... Once I changed his hair, of course!
