The La Force Legacy: Generation 1, Ch. 2
Haiiii guysss, chapter 2. :D
First off I wanted to say thank you to all those who commented for the overwhelming amount of kind replies! I hope you'll all continue to follow the La Force family. You're awesome. (:
Anywayyy, enjoy!
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I’m taking you somewhere, Shiloh... but you can’t ask where.
Shiloh: “I don’t like this. Are we visiting those Rackets? I really don’t want to get involved with the mob.”
Don’t be ridiculous, I can’t stand that sim family. We’re going someplace much more awesome. (;
We’re heeeree! What do you think?
Shiloh: “I think I should really get started on the writing part of my LTW. I feel so far behind.”
|: Is that all you think about? All work and no play? Honestly Shiloh, we need to find you a husband or this legacy will be extremely short lived. Which is whyyyy I brought you here!
Shiloh: “Oh, who am I kidding? *sniff* I’ll never be a writer! *SOB*”
What are you talking about? You’ll make a great writer. You just gotta focus on painting right now. ‘Cause I said so.
Shiloh: *sniff* “You really think so?”
You’re an artistic bookworm. I know so. Now let’s go inside! Your man’s waiting. (;
Shiloh: O_O “MAN?! You said NOTHING about men. Men make me break out into hives.”
|: I wish you would have told me that sooner. What did you think you were signing up for when you joined this legacy, huh? You need men. Men help with babies. Thus CARRYING ON THE LEGACY. Duh.
Shiloh: “I must remind you that I didn’t sign up for anything. You chose me at random as your guinea pig for some sick, twisted and masochistic experiment.”
Hey, I- well yeah, actually that’s pretty true. (: BUT I DON’T CARE. Getcho ass inside.
Shiloh: *sigh* “Sarah, has the previous chapter taught you anything? I don’t swing that way, and I don’t have any plans of changing that. Though I suppose maybe we could vacation together on a beach and see how that goes...”
-_- /facepalm.
Shiloh: “Hello there pregnant lesbian, I hope you’re well.”
PreggoLez: “But I’m not-”
Don’t even bother.
Shiloh: “SCHWEEEEET, they have a mirror. OOOGLEBOOGLE!”
As long as you’re entertained, I suppose...
Shiloh: “Eh, while I’m here I might as well raid their wardrobe.”
Ooh, nice. ;D
Shiloh: “Weeeelll? Preggo has some nice clothes, no?”
You look nice, Shi. It’s very you. (:
Shiloh: “Huh. Never seen one of these before. Must be nice.”
I’m gonna ignore that. Turn around.
Shiloh: “Negatory. I’m going to spend as much time as possible watching their TV, thanks to our obvious lack of technology.”
-_- Just do it.
Shiloh: “I really don’t understand why you’re making me-”
Shiloh: “Oooohh wow. Point taken.”
IIIIIII found Shiloh a guuuuyyyyy! ;D
Shiloh: “Yessss, I knew Twinbrook couldn’t have been filled with fug!”
Shiloh: “...Thank you.”
You’re very welcome.
Shiloh: “Ohhh crap. There’s been a teeny tiny miscalculation.”
What now?
Shiloh: “I forgot about the hives.”
/: Chalk it up to really big freckles?
Shiloh: “Uh, well hello there. I’m Shiloh La Force.”
Shiloh’sMaayne: “Goodwin Goode. Nice to meet you, Shiloh.”
Welp, I bet this guy’s a real badass.
Huhhh. Who’s this creep?
Creep: “I’m Sinbad. Sinbad Idon’tremembermylastnamerightnow. Fear me.”
Yeah. Okay.
Shiloh: “So Goodwin, are you... seeing anyone?”
Goodwin: “Nope. Free as a bee.”
Free as a..? That doesn’t make any... Never mind. He’s cute. It’ll work.
Creepy: “Betch. He’s married to me.”
O_O Only in your wildest, creepiest dreams, Creepy.
Creepy: “It’s Sinbad. SIN. BAD.”
Whatever Creepy.
CreepySinbad: “I HAAAATE GOODWIN RRAAAARRRRRGGGGGSKJDHF;KS!”
lol@ Shiloh & Goodwin just conversing about Goodwin’s relationship status like there isn’t a deranged psycho standing next to them. :P
Shiloh: “I like your house. It’s homey.”
Goodwin: “Will you excuse me for a second?”
Goodwin: “I hatechu, PreggoLez. With all that is me I hatechu.”
Uuurrrhhhmmm?
Ah. Preggo and Creepy are flirting... and? For all we know she’s knocked up with him and is carrying his creepy little spawn.
Goodwin: “Except she’s not.”
..What was that?
Goodwin: “Never mind.”
Shiloh: “So as I was saying... I really like your house. Maybe I could stay over some night, and we could have a Lord of the Rings marathon or something?”
Goodwin: “Yeah sure whatever. Maybe some other time.”
Shiloh: “Oh.. okay. Sorry.”
|: He seriously does this to everything Shiloh says. He just blows her off whenever Sinbad flirts with Pregz. Douche. ):<
What are you doing, Shiloh?
Shiloh: “Taking a mental picture. This is the day I got rejected by the first real guy I actually liked.”
Oh Shilohhh, ): You’re making me so sad.. And wait, what do you mean by ‘real guy’?
Shiloh: “Oh. Yeah. I’ve kind of had this ongoing crush on Spock for about as long as I can remember. We were going to be married on Vulcan.”
Ah. Well Spock is actually pretty sexy in the latest Star Trek movie. ;D
Shiloh: “So I have this theory that while we’re out and about, giant moon creatures inhabit our beds. That’s why they’re always a mess when we come back home.”
Strangely, Shiloh’s conspiracy theories worked better for her than anything else. Goodwin was actually starting to take an interest in her.
Seeeeee? (:
He even made her dinner. Well, actually Sinbad made it, and Shiloh mooched. :P
Shiloh: “HEY NOW. Goodwin offered.”
Shiloh: “I’m just gonna say it, hives or not. You’re sexy. And ripped.”
|: I’m starting to think Sinbad put something funky in that autumn salad.
Goodwin: “Haha yeeeeeaaauuuuhhhh. I am sexy. Look at what I can do with mah sexay lipppz. HAHAHAHAH. Sexaaayy.”
Yep. Sinbad drugged the salad. We’re outie, Shiloh.
Shiloh: “Who the hell says ‘outie’?”
I dunno. That was the first time I ever said that. Maybe it’s the salad fumes getting to my head. Yeah, we’re definitely leaving.
The next morning....
Shiloh: “Goddamnit.”
Do you realize by plunging the toilet like that your feets are getting soaked?
Shiloh: “I have noticed that, actually.”
Haaa. Haaha. Gross.
Shiloh: “Please don’t burst into flames, please don’t burst into flames, please don’t burst into flames...”
*DINGDONG*
Were you expecting company?
Shiloh: “...Maybe.”
Hey, it’s Goodwin! Hello Goodwin, who’s that baby in your thought bubble, huh?
Goodwin: “Nobody. Not important.”
...Ooooohkay then. Let’s go see Shiloh.
Shiloh: “Goodwin! I’m so glad you’re here. See, if our relationship is to progress any further I must know what your favorite type of cloud is. It is extremely imperative that I know this.”
Goodwin: “Uhhh.. the kind with the sun poking out from behind it?”
Shiloh: “Oh... that’s a shame. My favorite is nimbostratus... I don’t know if this is going to work.”
SHILOH! Please don’t base the strength of your relationship with Goodwin on -of all things- clouds.
Shiloh: “...Or I suppose we could work around that. Humpf.”
This is where we leave you. A few questions to ponder:
-Has Shiloh finally found love in Goodwin?
-What is Goodwin hiding?
-And most importantly, WILL SHILOH BE ABLE TO LOVE SOMEONE WHO ISN’T OBSESSED WITH CLOUD CLASSIFICATIONS?!???!!
Let’s hope so. See you next time!