The Rhyby Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 2
Hooray! 1.2! I've had the pictures for this chapter taken for days now. Actually, I have the next 2 chapters taken as well, I believe. I'm a nerd with no life. What can I say? Also, I hope I don't bore you guys too much. I tend to take pictures that are completely irrelevant. -.- And now your feature presentation.
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LAST TIME:
Circe was introduced as founder of this legacy. I built her an odd-shaped home. She got a job as an architectural designer and got just terrible reviews. She experienced inception, starved, worried about aliens, Circe-smashed!, got promoted & earned a service award, had finger noodle soup, and saw a wild Connor Frio through her taxi window! A day in the life, amiright? Onwards!
Circe yelled at the cabbie to stomp on the brakes! She rushed out of the cab, fearing that her potential soulmate would be gone forever! She ran across the street, each step a giant le--
Circe: Really, Jules? Really? You're going to just narrate my life like it's some crappy soap-operatic movie about a brooding girl who's so hopelessly in love with a sparkling vampire, but can't really choose between the fairy or the dog?
...Maybe. It's a huge possibility.
Circe: Oh gods, he's right behind me. What should I do? What should I do?!
Turn around? Drag those two limbs connected to your pelvisy area over to him?
And so she did.
Circe: Just looking at him makes me sooooOOoOoOOo00oooO hungry.
Connor: *arguing with self* NONONONONO! This makes no sense! 2 + 2 does NOT equal 5!
That's a... a good one you picked there, Circe. Really good one.
Circe: Shut up! He's dreaaaaaaaaaaaaamy~
Circe: Whell, hello there.
Connor: Hey.
Circe: Hit's, nice to meet h-you.
Circe, why are you so breathy. Not every word needs an h sound in it. |:
Circe: Can it! Er, ah, I'm Circe.
Connor: I'm Connor. Do you like books? You look like a person who likes to be surrounded by books and works somewhere where there are lots of books and when people talk really loud, you harshly and loudly tell them to be quiet, when in essence, you should be quieter yourself as well.
...You mean a librarian?
Circe: So, baby, hwhat's your sign?
Seriously? Still with the breathyness? *sigh*
Connor: I'm a Leo, baby. How 'bout you?
Circe: *swoon* A.. huh.. uhm.. hat.
I don't think that's an astrological sign.
Circe: So, uhm, are you picking up your girlfriend or wife or possible girlfriend or possible wife at City Hall?
Smooth criminal, baby.
Connor: Oh no, I'm single. I'm just going to file a complaint about this §20 bill I got for parking in the wrong space.
Really? Only 20 simoleons?
Circe: Oh, well, in that case... Let me give you a hug. =^-^=
Connor: Er, you know what, I don't think I want rabies so I'm good.
Circe: Rabies..?
HOW COULD ANYONE TURN DOWN YOUR ADORABLE CHARMS, CIRCE?!
Ohhhh, that's why. I gotcha.
Circe: Oh, how am I supposed to get him to love me if he hates all advances?
Work fo yo man, bb.
Poor Circe, she's starved and exhausted, yet she still wants to beg for his forgiveness. I would have just said screw you.
Circe: Oh gods, I am so sorry Connor! I had no idea! I really do hope things get better between us. I really had no idea. I would hate if I ever lost you and our possible blooming love friendship. Could you ever forgive this lonely, stupid humble servant friend of yours?
Uh, going a little overboard Circe. Just a tad.
Connor: It's okay, lady. Calm down. Yeesh. I just met you.
Circe: *tears*
And then they proceeded to have a conversation that literally lasted through the wee hours of the night.
Circe: Do you have a job? I totally, like, dig guys that have jobs.
Connor: Sure, I'm an automated spell checker.
Circe: That is so hot.
Isn't that like the beginning entry-level job? Your standards are that low at this point?
Circe: I could write amazing music about you, for you, about you.
Circe: Not to mention, you inspire me to paint paintings of you.
Connor: Well, as long as it's not in red. I look terrible in red. I think it totally washes me out.
So I just noticed this huge group of people standing a little ways off from Circe and Connor and you know why they were all gathered there? There was a freaking lizard or whatever. Really, citizens of Sunset Valley? Really?
Circe: Oh, no, I completely agree. Red is such a bad color. It makes me loopy in the head and I just wanna shake my entire body to try to get it all out of my system.
Circe: So, I have a conspiracy theory about that one episode of Family Guy where the guys win that trophy for their float but it disappears! Wanna hear?
Connor: Sure?
Circe: Okay, so, what if - bear with me here - what if... the trophy picked itself up and just walked away? Egads. Mind = blown right?
Connor: ...But, it was shown that Brian stole it and buried it?
Circe: But what if that was just a plot to mislead us!?
Circe: So, I kind of just moved to this neighborhood like, 2 days ago. My bedroom house hasn't been properly, uhm... "broken in" if you get my drift. Wanna help me "break it in?"
Connor: Oh gods, houses?! No. I don't do "houses." I prefer to sleep in a bedroom and just honestly, be alone forever. I'm kind of a loner that way.
Wow, you got a package fellow, Circe. He doesn't like flirting OR people.
Apparently, even with all the negative topics that came up, they still manged to become friends quickly (and lulz, ghost story group in da back dere. I guess they got bored with the lizard.) so Circe decided to make a move once again.
Circe: So I'd really like to hold your hand, but can I do it while we sit and watch the stars?
Connor: Hold hands? Well, you are my new friend. Sure, why not?
Circe! Naughty girl. What are you looking at?
Circe: His package.
So blunt. Love it.
*harps and angels and harps*
Connor: I am genuinely surprised by this act. I see you now, in a new light.
Circe: I got this.
Connor: You see that star there? That star reminds me of you!
Awww. Seriously though. This is all they did until like 4AM.
CUTENESS SPAM!
Circe: Now, blow it up... *explosion sound effects*
Aw, aren't you guys just a match made in heaven?
End cuteness.
So, Circe decided to tell Connor one of her secrets and this was it. I seriously "awww'd" out loud.
Circe: So, I know we just met and are both literally about to die from what I can tell, would you possibly want to move in with me?
Connor: I would love to.
Yay! Connor moved in with only 1,000 simoleons. Boo.
After arriving at the Rhyby house, Connor was starting to have second thoughts.
Connor: Is this really where we live?
Yes, it is.
Connor: Wait, wait, WHO SAID THAT?!
It is I, the mighty and all-powerful Julie. :D
Connor: Does Circe hear you?
All the time, bud. All the time.
Connor: No wonder she's a little wacko.
Hey! No. Bad Connor.
Circe followed suit and went home, opting to also quit her job, like she said she wanted.
Circe: Hello, yes, hi. This is Circe Rhyby. I just wanted to say that I'm NOT GOING TO FUCKING WORK FOR YOU GUYS ANYMORE. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. IN YOUR FUCKING FACE. It's been a wonderful experience and I'm sure you'll fill that void that I've left by leaving. Good bye.
...No words.
So with the 1,000 simoleons, I decided to update the Rhyby home. Added a kitchen/dining room and a closet. You can ignore the room with the grass for now. Also, I bought Circe an easel and a workbench for her artistically eccentric needs.
So here is Connor Frio, post-makeover! Connor is an absent-minded, good loner who is also an unflirty bookworm. He's a Leo who enjoys Classical music, the color Grey, and loves a good meal that consists of Fish and Chips. In his lifetime, he hopes to become a Professional Author.
Circe leaned in for her first kiss with her newly shaven and dressed romantic interest. BUT FOR SOME REASON THE IDIOT REJECTED HER!
Connor: Er, how about you make that painting of me that you wanted to earlier?
Circe: Oh, uh, okay. I was just leaning in to see if you had food in your teeth. That's all. *cries on the inside*
Circe: Can I at least give you a hug as an apology?
Connor: I'd rather you didn't...
Excuse you, you think cause you got a makeover that made you all cute and whatnot, you have the right to reject MY Circe? I think not! I made you who you are and I can break you! In essence, Connor, I am your father mother stylist!
Connor: Oh, uh, come here, Circe! *nervous laughter* Ha! Ha! Ha! I was only kidding.
That's better.
Daaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
Connor: Hey, I am really sorry for rejecting you. I think I was afraid you'd reject me.
Circe: It's o-- *smooch*
After getting her man, Circe was in such good spirits, she'd attempt to cook tonight! Look at her throw those eggs like nothing. What a pro!
Circe: Got that right.
Circe: Hm, now time to play the waiting game.
*jeopardy music*
Oh my! Success! And you didn't even bother to check the stove first!
Circe: What can I say? I'm a new woman. Make note of this, Julie. Lots of changes gon' be happenin' 'round here.
Okay, that's cool and all, but you don't need to leave letters out of your words. :P
Circe: Most delicious and satisfying meal I've ever had. I'm living the good life.
Also, just gonna take a minute to point out my ADORBLE NEW PLATES! Don't you love them? :D
Wow, way to go Circe.
Circe: CIRCE SMASH! Damn it, this is not going to put a damper on my good night! ...Oh gods, what if I drown? I don't wanna die!
And there's my neurotic baby.
Connor: I wish I had a half-eaten turkey leg right now. SO hungry.
You are on a roll, you know that? Clogged the toilet. Appliances 2, Circe 0.
Circe: *growls* RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHWWR!
Circe: Oh gods, I'm going to die aren't I? AREN'T I JULIE?!
No, you're not.
Circe: I can see the white lights now... I can feel my soul leaving my body!
You drama queen.
And off to bed she went.
Beautiful sunrise in Sunset Valley right? Expect more scenery photos. I love them so much. :D
You're just gonna sit there and eat those waffles like the sink behind you isn't flooding your kitchen?
Connor: *ignores*
You're just gonna sit there and ignore me?
Connor: *ignores harder*
You're a meanie.
Circe: ♫ I love making the bed. I love making the bed. Oh, I love making my bed! ♫
Circe finally decided to try her hand at painting. All the excitement of a new boyfriend last night caused her to forget about the new easel I got her. |:<
Circe: I am so in love with you!
Aw, this was cute. He interrupted her painting to give her a smoochie.
Uhm, WHAT THE HELL, CIRCE?! When did you get fangs?! You had none last night!
Circe: I don't know what you're talking about. Leave me alone, I am in ecstasy!
This is the strangest thing. *checks sim god Circe files* I didn't do this! Who did this?!
Oh well, looks like Circe is going to be a pseudo-vamp till I can figure this out. :P It makes cute pictures though.
Connor: I got these flowers for you, my love!
Connor: So, even though we basically are dating, would you like to make it official and become my girlfriend?
Circe: Oh, of course!
And it went on.
Connor: I know this is extremely sudden, especially because it seemed like I hated the sight of you, but would do the honor of becoming my wife?
Circe: *jaw*
Circe: OH YES YES YESYEYEYSYEYSYSYEYEYSYEYSYYEYSYEYSEYYSEYYYESYES! YES!
I like your face, Connor. The smile is so dorky.
To consummate their engagement... Stay classy you guys.
That is the most adorable moodlet I've ever seen ever. Also, I heard a little lullaby ♫ jiiiiiiingle. ♫
Connor is such a lazy douche. Circe is just as exhausted, yet she does all the housework.
Circe, did you know there's a mini-flood on your floor?
Circe: I'm ignoring it. It's not freaking me out to the point where I want to huddle in my pantry and die. Nope. Not at all. Just gonna make myself some food.
Yay, first cooking skill. Surprisingly enough, Circe is a pretty good cook. She hasn't burnt any of the food she's cooked.
Circe: This stinks so bad!
Yes, why don't you do something about it? I thought you were supposed to be a neatfreak. |:<
And so she started a flurry of cleaning. I feel like I unleashed a monster.
Circe: THIS IS MY SINK! THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT, BUT THIS ONE IS MINE! WITHOUT MY SINK, I AM USELESS. WITHOUT ME, MY SINK IS USELESS!
Okay...
You go, girl. Get them skill points.
Circe: THESE ARE MY FLOORS, WATER. YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS OFF THEM! MY SPONGE SHALL DRINK YOU UP!
Getting a little too intense, Circe.
Way to read while your fiancee works.
Connor: You know...
That's it, talk back to me. You know you want to.
Connor: This page is really interesting, honey. I'll dog-ear it and you can read it once you're done, okay?
Circe: Okay... *grunts* babe. *grunts* Thanks *grunts* for being *grunts* so... CONSIDERATE! Uh oh, what's this feeling coming on?
♫ Ooh, there's a bun up in someone's oveeeeeen. ♫
Circe: This is just from all the cleaning, I promise!
I love how they're working back to back. Love it so hard.
Connor: The square root of 2 is not 69! How did I get this answer? *counts fingers intensely*
Go to work.
After finally gaining her first painting skill point, Circe calls up City Hall and registers to be a self-employed artist.
Circe: So, anyways, after I went on this huge rant, I told them that I was grateful for the opportunity but it wasn't working out. Now, I'm getting to do what I love without ever even leaving my safe home. So, that's my story. Also, I'd like to register to be my own boss, please?
After signing some papers, a newly self-employed Circe emerges from City Hall and her way of celebrating is to vomit on and deface the government property.
Circe: I am so happy. *cries and vomits*
I didn't notice Circe's driver until she dropped her off at home since I normally have this balding guy, but my gosh. She is a cutie. *writes down number* Any future male Rhybys shall look you up.
I decided I wanted to change Circe's clothes for when she pops. She looks like someone who's about to get pregnant too. :P
Circe: Why are baby shoes all of a sudden on my mind..?
Even her paintings seem to show signs of babies!
Circe: These are not babies! They're pills. The red one is for sleeping and the blue one is for pooping.
Looks like little babies in a blankie to me!
After work, I found Connor over at the local vampire lounge. Doing WHAT?! You have a fiancee my good sir!
Connor: I think your sagging skin looks great with those big earrings.
And back at home, Circe pops!
Circe: Oh gods. I am pregnant! I'm going to be a mummy!
Yay you!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME, CONNOR? I LEFT YOU FOR LIKE A SECOND, NOT TO MENTION I DO BELIEVE I SENT YOU HOME!
Connor: Go away! I'm not Connor!
Really, you're not Connor. You sure look like him! D:<
Connor: Baby, you are so experienced.
You know what, I don't even care. >:O You are going to get your dues right now!
Paparazzi: Oh, what's this? Scandal?
*snap snap*
That's right. Take that picture, lady. Post it all on the front page!
Oh, I forgot all about poor Circe. My bb is going to be heartbroken. She has no idea what's going on. ):
I love how he manages to get 2 celeb stars for sleeping with this old bag.
And rightfully so! I am so angry with you, Connor Frio!
Connor: *stride of pride*
More like the walk of shame! People will know what you've done, Connor! You shall not break my darling Circe's heart.
Connor gets home and hops in bed next to my innocent baby, acting as if nothing had happened. D:<
And we end it here! I got a little carried away with picture taking. :P
Tune in for the next frighteningly bad episode of The Rhyby Legacy!
NEXT TIME:
WILL CIRCE LEARN OF CONNOR'S INFIDELITY!?
I HAVE NO MORE QUESTIONS!