October 24, 2011 § Leave a comment
I’ve got good news, and I’ve got bad news. Together, they drastically alter my plans.
The good news: After some frustration and messing around, I’ve got my game working perfectly. Its all patched up and I’ve got my store content re-installed, but I’m having trouble with custom content (yes, I got custom content working way shortly after my Hallovin Hiatus started), but that’s because I couldn’t find my old resource.cfg file and couldn’t find out where I downloaded it. I tried making one by copy-pasting the text someone had posting on like yahoo answers or something, but that didn’t work. This should be resolved soon.
The bad news: After creating the Maddox blog, I went into the game and played about a sim-week’s worth, getting a crapton of screenshots along the way. Then I went on WordPress to start writing the first chapter only to discover that I’m one of the apparently many Mac users whose screenshots aren’t saving. Which sucks, since I kinda promised the start of a new blog. I don’t know when this will be resolved; apparently, its been going on since June-ish (as I’ve been building, I haven’t been taking many screenshots), and EA hasn’t said when they’ll fix it yet.
I’m going to be stubborn and wait until EA decides to fix this. So that means that the Hallovin Hiatus will continue, and that the Maddox Hiatus will begin. Sad, I know, to start a hiatus before the legacy properly begins… but as soon as soon as screenshot functionality works again, I will post something!
October 10, 2011 § 1 Comment
The new Hallovin town would be coming along nicely… if my game was working properly. But its not. I’m finally admitting this to myself.
A few months ago, I got a new computer, and tried to install The Sims 3 on it. The base game worked, but the expansions and stuff packs wouldn’t. Base game alone, it worked fine, but I couldn’t play with World Adventures, High End Loft, Ambitions, or Fast Lane. But after messing around with stuff for a few weeks, I’ve gotten it so that it works with either Late Night or Generations. I would go back and play on my older computer, but it doesn’t even work there.
I think the problem is related to the new computer’s graphic card, but I’m not really a techie and don’t know how to fix it myself. I’m still trying, but until then, there won’t be any new Hallovin updates. I am, however, going to try my hand at a DiFT challenge, which can be found here.
May 29, 2011 § Leave a comment
I was talking to my best friend, Justin.
I had been looking at pictures on The Sims 3’s Facebook page, and found a picture of Elvira Willow, the founder of Tota’s Willow Legacy, and a link to the blog. I read a few chapters, fell in love, and sent Justin links to both the blog and the rules, and told him that I wanted to give it a shot. He said he’d try it too, and made us both make WordPress sites. And with that, the Anhel Legacy and the Palmer Legacy blogs were born!
January 8, 2011 § 2 Comments
Hello readers, commenters and lurkers alike!
As you may or may not know, I have taken a break from the legacy. No, I’m not giving up, but I have my good reasons for needing a break!
November 28, 2010 § 2 Comments
After having not spoken to each other for many years, unintentionally, Sam Sekemoto invited Cora and Brant to the party he was hosting at his home. It was then that Cora remembered that long ago, when the newly-wed Sekemotos moved out of the Hallovin home, Sam had promised to show the family the house he had designed, but Cora had never seen it. Cora suspected Rayna had something to do with it, as she was still bitter and angry with Cora beating her for the heiress title, but they decided to go to the party anyway.
As soon as they walked in the front door and were greeted by a strangely pale, elderly woman with glowing white eyes, both Cora and Brant felt that something strange was going on. There was something unnatural about her, and it made Cora uncomfortable. She excused herself quickly, and went to find her brother-in-law. When she found Sam, at the top of the stairs, she was almost even more shocked than when she met his guest. Sam, who had said that he was always in love with Rayna and always would be, was openly flirting with Brant’s sister Sally amongst his guests.
For the second time in her life, Cora found herself standing up for her sister who didn’t care for her. For a second time, Cora found herself chastising a man for playing with her dear sister’s heart. But it would be the last time, as she was missing something more important to her than her sister’s feelings at that moment.
Brant, unaware of the conflicts revolving around his baby sister, was having a great time socializing with the Sekemotos’ neighbours. He was certain that he would walk away that night with a few more friends, most around his own age. But just as he thought this, a strange feeling came over him. Before he could call out for help, or ask any of his new elder friends if this was normal, absent-minded Brant realized just too late that he had died.
For the next week, the Hallovin was home was dark and sombre. The curtains stayed closed , and hardly anyone spoke. The children had just lost their father, but Cora had lost her husband, her best friend, and the rock that kept her sane and down to earth. She was a mess; she couldn’t get dressed in the mornings, and walked around in her housecoat all day, and she couldn’t clean up after herself either. Without Brant, she was lost.
At the end of the longest week of their lives, Charles decided to pick up the pieces. Though he was close to a promotion, he took a week off, and booked a trip to France for his family. He hoped that revisiting her family’s old hometown would help her, and though he didn’t tell anyone, he wanted to continue investigating the old Landgraab castle. In France, he and Madeleine took their silent mother on a picnic in a pretty, peaceful little grove that he had found. They didn’t bring up Brant’s name too often, but when they did, they shared their fond memories. Soon, Cora found herself able to speak again, but her voice was shaky, and her eyes were always dull.
After the afternoon picnic, though, Cora spent most of the trip in her room, her’s and Brant’s old room, with the door shut. Madeleine assured her brother that Cora was just burying herself in her books, and it was all part of the healing process. While Madeleine and Monte stayed at the base camp with their mother, Charles went off in search of Berthe Girard, the woman who had hired Charles to help her when he was younger, to see if there was anything else he could do. In the end, Charles learned that Berthe had passed away a few years ago, but her granddaughter was still – foolishly, they said – trying to unlock Admiral Landgraab’s secrets. Charlotte DuBois was happy to meet Charles, who she agreed was likely a descendant of Admiral Landgraab, and sent him back to his castle right away.
Charles was eager to solve this little mystery, especially after his father’s death. He spent a few days in the castle with a sackful of dried food and a tent, and combed the place for clues. He found a few artifacts and relics, and later Charlotte told him to keep them. Madeleine was a little afraid for her brother when he didn’t come back to the base camp the first night, but didn’t tell their mother. The last thing her fragile mind needed was fear that something had happened to her precious, older son. But when Cora decided to take her children up to the Hallovin castle on the fifth night, Madeleine frantically dialed Charles’s cell phone number.
Cora took her children up to their ancestors’ castle at sunset, and for a few minutes they all just stared at the ancient building, wondering what life was like when the castle was new, and its pale inhabitants were moving in for the first time. And as it began to get dark, Cora turned to her children.
“I’ve been looking for ads in the newspaper and online,” she told them, “for a nice, small home for a single woman who is going crazy.”
It took a moment for it to sink in, but Cora explained that she just couldn’t take it anymore. She had had a fragile mind since her teens, but after her mother’s death she became more and more mentally unstable. She didn’t want to be a burden to her children, and anyways, it wouldn’t be long until the reaper came to collect her soul, too. She had purchased a small home not too far from the Hallovin castle, and at the end of their trip in, she would move in. Monte and Madeleine would be young adults soon, and until then, Charles would be the head of the house.
Madeleine was miserable. Her father had died last week, her mother had just left them, and now Charles, with his promotion, was going to be transferred to a new town the day after Monte’s birthday. Three of the four most important people in Madeleine’s life were gone or leaving her, and the only person she left was Duncan. Duncan stayed the night more often, and usually without Charles’s consent, but Madeleine argued that she needed his support. Things were still a mess, and Madeleine and Charles began to argue. Maddie hated fighting with her brother, her best friend and her rock, but he didn’t understand Duncan’s importance. To Charles, Duncan was a mischievous boy who only wanted Madeleine’s body, but to Madeleine he was her shining beacon.
With every passing day, Charles’s days at the Hallovin home were numbered. Madeleine still wasn’t speaking to him by the time it was Monte’s birthday, and so there was no celebration. It just wouldn’t feel right without their parents, anyway. Monte, who still didn’t quite understand that his father was dead and his mother had left them, was content with aging up alone in his room.
At noon the next day, Charles was ready to go. His bags were packed and the taxi was waiting. He was ready to leave his recently shattered life in Sunset Valley behind, to start fresh elsewhere. He was happy to see Madeleine was in the foyer to watch him leave, even if she didn’t say anything. She looked like she might say something, but Charles didn’t wait for her. She had chosen her path with Duncan, and now it was time for him to find his own path.
November 7, 2010 § 1 Comment
Monte’s habit of skipping school was getting worse. Though he had promised himself on his birthday that he would try and be more serious about it, he just couldn’t be bothered to go to school everyday. Normally he would get on the bus and walk around the school grounds before the bell rang, but instead of going to his first class, he would head downtown. He wandered into the consignment store, run by his uncle Simon, almost every day. But Simon never told anyone that his nephew was skipping; the habit had gotten to the point where everyone had given up, and no one cared for Monte’s grades anymore.
One evening, Monte came home later than Charles and Madeleine. Strapped to the top of his taxi was something magnificent: A time machine. He wasn’t sure if it worked, or what the consequences were, but it was very cool. He set it up in the playground in the backyard where no one went anymore, and on the rare occasion he went to school, he boasted about his time machine to anyone who would listen.
The time machine actually did work, and Monte took many trips to the past. He wanted to see how things could have been, if events had played out differently, but the Keeper of Time always stopped him. Monte would tell others about his adventures, though no one would believe him. To his family’s displeasure, Monte was earning his reputation as the town crazy. But despite his insane actions and unlikely tales, nobody in town cared enough.
Brant had begun to feel very ill. He was not a very active man, but he would come home from the end of the day tired and sore. Soon, he went from fishing five days a week to two days a week, if he was lucky. He usually went to bed at 5:00 in the evening and woke up late in the morning, but it wasn’t enough. The whole family was becoming concerned, and his doctor even suggested that instead of fishing, he spend a few days meditating.
Sitting out on the bluffs behind his home with the sea breeze gently ruffling his hair, Brant found the meditation to be very helpful. After a few days spent meditating instead of fishing, he wasn’t as tired or sore, but he found that he had to spend at least several hours a day meditating before he could be almost normal again. But that meant less time fishing, and if he wanted to spend time with his family, he had to get up early to meditate in the morning while they were gone.
Madeleine just could not stop thinking about Duncan Preston, the boy who always teased her. Like most of the the other girls in her grade, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him and his mischievous ways. She liked the way he looked at her, and the attention she got from him. She no longer went on dates with other boys, fearing that Duncan might give up on keeping them away from her. Every night, she dreamed of being in his arms.
Sometimes, Madeleine went to places that she knew he went to. While some said that she was taking this crush too far by almost stalking him, she argued that it was because she was such a hopeless romantic. But Duncan didn’t seem to mind; he would pass her as he went to leave and give her a mischievous wink. One Saturday afternoon, Madeleine went to the park, knowing that he spent a lot of time there. She sat on the swings all afternoon, waiting for him. When Duncan finally showed up, she expected that she would just be watching him from a distance like she usually did, but this time he actually approached her. She was surprised, and quickly stood up as he addressed her. She didn’t know what she expected him to say, but he showered her with compliments, which was the last thing she expected him to do. She smiled and laughed and blushed, and in her heart she knew she would always want this boy. He had her wrapped completely around his finger.
He took her out to dinner that night, and she was surprised that she had fun. Duncan, the boy who was inexcusably mean to her as a child, was all smiles and laughter that evening. Her natural, hopeless romantic self wanted to give in to this sudden kindness completely, but the small, logical part of her brain was wary of some sort of trick. Madeleine was confused, but she had such strong feelings for him.
When the time came for Charles to become a young adult, Brant was full of pride, not just in his son, who was a handsome, well-liked boy with valuable skills, but in himself for living long enough to see it. Charles had his party at the park after work one day, where he had had his childhood birthday party. It wasn’t a huge bash like the townsfolk had expected, but everyone who showed up had a blast. Charles gained the heavy sleeper trait, and decided to join the army. Cora and Brant were surprised with his decision, and asked him more than once if he was sure that that was what he wanted. Charles explained that he wanted to defend the innocent and poor, and his country. He understood the consequences, and decided that it was a risk he was willing to take if it meant he was doing something for the greater good. As he left to apply the next morning, his parents watched with pride.
October 22, 2010 § 1 Comment
Shortly after the family returned to Sunset Valley, it was Monte’s birthday. It hadn’t been forgotten, but when the children checked the calendar one morning before breakfast, they were surprised. Where had the time gone? There wasn’t enough time to plan a party, so Cora picked up a birthday cake for Monte on the way home from work. Charles wasn’t able to show up, as he worked at the grocery store after school everyday and couldn’t take a night off on such late notice, but the rest of the family enjoyed the evening together.
Monte felt like life kept handing him lemons, especially as he aged with the Loser trait. Though he frequently skipped school, he knew he’d have to take high school a little more seriously, and was dreading having to go. To forget his troubles, Monte went right back to his video games. Cora was just relieved that his hair was starting to grow, even if it had more of a purple tinge than it should.
Since Monte was just starting high school, Charles decided to try and help his younger brother out. On his first day, he took Monte on a tour of the school, showing him the ropes, and even introduced him to his crew, knowing that his insane brother could scare his friends off completely. Monte took in everything quite well, though, even if he was quiet most of the day. Charles decided to invite his best and most understanding friend, Demarcus Harden, over for a night over the weekend to play games with Monte, hoping that he might make a new friend. Charles was actually surprised to see how well Demarcus and Monte got along, and that Demarcus was actually almost as good at these games as Monte was. For the first time since his childhood, Charles was beginning to feel left out. He almost felt regretted inviting Demarcus over, fearing he’d lose his friendship.
Though Monte was finally being accepted, Madeleine was still having troubles at school. After having to deal with Monte, teachers weren’t too keen on Madeleine either. The children in her class weren’t too friendly either; their friends or siblings had told them stories about the pale family on the hill, how they were all insane, and how the ghosts of their ancestors walked with them in the daylight. The stories were all greatly exaggerated, but there was nothing that Madeleine could do about them. Every day, after school, a boy named Duncan Preston would mock her about about her insane family, and how even she didn’t fit in with them, with her brown hair and blue eyes.
She pushed aside her problems and focused on her baking, seeming untroubled to the rest of the world. But inside, she was hurting, and only her grandmother’s ghost could comfort her. Evelyn told her that she would survive her tough childhood, like her mother and grandmother had, and she would be a strong woman in the end. Madeleine loved hearing her grandmother’s advice, but she realized that their conversations were just confirming the stories that people told about their family. But there was nothing that she, or anyone, could do.
Madeleine found herself surrounded by family friends at her birthday. Her peers didn’t get along with her, but Charles’s friends and her parents’ friends and co-workers loved her. They knew the real Madeleine, and her peers didn’t. As she stood before her cake at 10:00 at night, with people who loved her yelling her name, their bright faces illuminated by torchlight, Madeleine knew that she would survive, just like Evelyn had told her.
Cora and Brant had always received praise and compliments for their children’s appearances, and it seemed that with every birthday they became even more beautiful. But people were shocked to see how beautiful and mature Madeleine had become. Her parents knew that they would be having trouble with boys soon, especially since Madeleine was now a Hopeless Romantic. At first, her peers at school didn’t recognize her. But once they did, no one said a single, negative word. They expected her to be outgoing and confident now, but she was still shy and outspoken.
Every night before bed, Maddie, as her peers now called her, would read a chapter or two of a cheesy romance novel. She was loathe to admit that she did, but deep down she envied the lucky girls in her books. She now knew that she was the heiress to the legacy, and knew what was expected of her as an adult. She just hoped that she would find her own handsome prince; a boy who would dote on her endlessly, too.
But every time that a boy would try to talk to her, she always encountered the same problem: Duncan Preston. No matter where she and her boy would meet up, Duncan would always show up, angrily storm over to them, and tell the boy to leave. Duncan was the leader of the pack of children who had mocked young Madeleine, and even now he wouldn’t leave her alone. While she found it annoying and frustrating, she couldn’t help but like the attention that she was getting from him. He and his twin brother, Travis, were the ‘hotties’ of her grade, and Duncan was always following her. But why was this sandy-haired, dark green eyed boy always focusing on Maddie? And why was he the last thing she thought of before she went to sleep?
October 10, 2010 § 2 Comments
When he was a young boy, Charles was a little fish in a big pond. He had pale grey skin, and unique features. He was different, and so he was isolated. But he was also outgoing and friendly, and that’s what made the children of Sunset Valley afraid of him. Gradually, his peers had gotten to know and like him, and soon he had risen up to be a big fish in a little pond. When he reached high school, he became the big fish in a big pond. And he was happy.
Now, teenaged Charles almost wished that he was unliked and isolated again. After school, he had a job at the Grocery Store. He now had multiple friends and acquaintances, all wanting his attention. And in his free time, all he wanted to do was work out, practice the guitar, or read. But since his mother had gotten promoted and his father was always out fishing, hoping to accomplish his lifelong dream before he died, Charles found himself looking after Monte and Madeleine too. During the week, Charles would deal with the tasks given to him – school work and his job, and dealing with his peers and younger siblings – but on the weekends he was locked away in his bedroom, working out or playing the guitar, indie music blaring either way.
After seeing the success that her oldest brother had become, Madeleine decided that she wanted to be something special. Though clumsy and unlucky, she tried her hardest to make friends and a reputation for herself. Charles’s friends loved her – she was their Chieftan’s adorable little sister – but she wanted kids her age to love her. She wanted to become a big fish in a big pond, too.
Everything in the Hallovin household seemed to revolve around fish; every day, the children would come home to find more unique, perfect species of fish and sea creatures floating around in the aquariums. Brant was getting closer and closer to achieving his goal, and the family was proud. Cora became concerned, though, about their family. Brant was usually gone by seven in the morning, and she left for work at around eight. She came home at at 4:00 in the afternoon every work day, and Monte was always parked comfortably in front of his laptop in only his swim suit, and Cora began to suspect that he didn’t go to school every day. Like with the birthday situation, Cora felt a bit of dèja-vu; as the Hallovin children grew up, the order kept in the family was falling apart. She knew that dealing with teenagers and children was difficult for most parents, but she felt that in her family it was something a little deeper than that.
Cora decided to try and fix the family difficulties the same way that her mother had: by taking the family on a trip. But instead of taking them to an exotic land, the Hallovins visited France again. When Madeleine was told that she had French heritage, she became very excited to go visit her ancestors’ home town. She and Charles went to the Nectary and she watched Charles make his own bottle of nectar with the fruits that grew outside. Since she was underaged, she wasn’t allowed to drink any, but the kind folks who ran the Nectary gave her some fruit juice.
Brant tried to take Monte to one of the Art Museums in Champs Les Sims, but Monte would hear nothing of it. He preferred to stay at the base camp, walking around the building and amusing himself with the plants and stairways.
Cora decided that since they were in Champs Les Sims anyways, she should see if Jean Luc Beaumont, her niece’s father, was still alive. He was, and he was still living in the same house, behind his old shop. He had retired, but he was still the old, arrogant, smooth talker that Cora remembered Rayna telling her about. Cora and Jean Luc had never met, but they recognized each other; Cora could see some of Sarah’s features in his face, and he hadn’t forgotten the smooth, pale Hallovin skin. Cora griped about how his seducing her sister, so shortly after they had become young women, had caused the family so much grief, with Rayna’s freedom as a young person cut short and their mother nearly disowning her. Jean Luc blamed her, saying that it was her fault that Rayna was unhappy and came and saw him. In the end, Cora left, declaring Jean Luc an enemy of the Hallovins, whether he and the Sekemotos made up or not.
On the second day of the trip, at the base camp, Charles learned that Berthe Girard was looking for an adventurer to find something in the Chateau Landgraab. Charles was curious, especially since he was half Landgraab, Charles wanted to explore this mansion for Berthe. But when he asked his parents, they wouldn’t let him go. Cora said that they were just vacationing in town for a few days, and that he should leave that job to the professional explorers. While Charles was usually a good, obedient kid, he was very curious about this likely relative, and what secrets his home contained. His father had never mentioned an Admiral Landgraab, and he wanted to learn more about his roots. At 11:00 pm when everyone had gone to bed, Charles snuck out of his bedroom and went to see Berthe Girard and to get his instructions. Charles got to the mansion a little after midnight. He went to climb the stone steps and try and open the front door, but when he stepped on a particular tile, it sunk down, and fire burst into life just in front of him at the tope of the steps. A fire trap. Berthe had warned him about traps, but she said she was confident that a smart boy like him would figure out how to get in.
Once he got in, Charles spent three hours carefully exploring the main floor of the mansion. It was a large home, and there were many traps, and Charles knew that when he left there would still be much left to discover. He saw the documents he was looking for on a desk inside a sitting room, and ran to get them. After three careful hours, Charles made his first mistake: halfway across the room to the desk, there was a powerful electricity trap. Charles’s heart stopped for a scary second, and he was burned. When he realized he was okay, he grabbed the documents and bolted, being careful to retrace his steps through the safe path he had created. He gave the documents to Berthe, who said she’d look at them that night, and contact Charles if she needed his help further. Exhausted, hungry, and burnt, Charles returned to the base camp. He felt awful, and he was miserable. But deep down, he still felt the adrenalin. He had had fun exploring the house and disarming traps, and he hoped that Berthe would call on him again, especially if the next mission involved the Chateau Landgraab.
On the third and final day of the trip, Brant, who had been fishing most of the time, caught a perfect snail and a perfect frog. The Hallovins had left eleven perfect sea creatures at home, and now Brant knew that he had enough to say that he had the perfect private aquarium. He was eager to return home, and so were Monte, Madeleine, and Cora. Charles would have liked to stay longer to explore more tombs, but after his late night/early morning excursion, he wasn’t up to any more exploring this trip. The family made a quick trip up to the old Hallovin Castle, and both Charles and Madeleine agreed to try and repossess the castle for the family. With this new goal, the family returned home. Brant carefully put the snail and the frog in the aquarium with the other unique, perfect fish, and felt pride wash over him. When he was a young boy, Brant was a little fish in a big pond. He was the younger Landgraab son, always in his older brother’s, Malcolm, shadow. He had always wanted to do something with his life, and be different, instead of being like the rest of his family. And now he was; now he was the big fish.
September 19, 2010 § 9 Comments
With Cora’s birthday approaching, she felt a sense of déjà-vu. When she was Charles’s age, all of the birthdays in her family were lined up. For three solid days, the family celebrated. Now, there would be five birthdays over the course of seven days, and Cora’s was first.
Sitting at the top of the guest list for Cora’s party was her twin sister, Rayna. Other close family and friends were invited, but Cora was looking forward to seeing her sister and celebrating their birthday together. Rayna didn’t keep in contact much, and when she arrived, she told Cora that she had already celebrated her birthday the week before with her family. The girls had been drifting apart since they were young children, but this was like the period at the end of the sentence. Cora and Rayna were sisters in blood and flesh, but not in heart and mind.
Soon, it was time to blow out the candles, and the results were unwelcome. All throughout her life, Cora had thought that her unique face shape was horrifying. Only when she had become a young adult and things had sorted themselves out could Cora bear to sometimes tie her hair back. But as a middle aged woman, the emotional hardships she had faced became evident in clear, hard wrinkles in her skin.
Not only did Cora look older, but she felt older. She was the mother of three children, and she was pretty high up in her career ladder. She was not a young woman anymore, and her look wasn’t complimenting her new features. Cora decided to get a bit of a makeover, and decided on a more mature look. She didn’t want to be an old woman who still tried to appear younger.
The next up in the birthday line-up was Charles. His parents were a little bit sad to see their adorable, responsible young son grow older, but they couldn’t wait to see how he would grow up. Charles invited his closest friends to celebrate with him; the boy was quite popular amongst his peers, and he simply could not invite all of his friends to celebrate. Soon, Charles stepped up to blow out the candles, with his five closest friends celebrating with him. Everybody was amazed with teenaged Charles’s appearance. Demarcus Harden, his best friend, was a little envious, as his genes weren’t the greatest. Latasha Bachelor and Krista Ursine (a special friend of Charles’s, since their grandmothers had been best friends) quickly ran their fingers through their hair, trying to make themselves look prettier.
Nobody was really surprised that Charles developed the Charismatic trait. He was likable and handsome, and when Bryce visited early the next morning and spoke with Charles, his ghostly eyes glowed with pride.
Monte’s birthday was next, and Cora and Brant were excited for the wrong reasons. They could not wait for their younger son to grow up and be able to fend for himself. Monte’s toddlerhood seemed to have lasted an eternity, and Cora blamed Monte a bit for her new, deep wrinkles. The celebration was kept low-key again; Monte was sort of the family’s dark secret. They didn’t want the town to know about their problem child.
The first thing the family noticed when Monte became a child was that he still didn’t have much hair. Cora wasn’t sure whether this was because she had been stressed when she was pregnant with him, or because everything about Monte screamed special, or both. The second thing the family noticed was as soon as Monte finished his cake, he went and sat in front of the television. After spending most of his time in front of the television as a toddler, Monte developed the Couch Potato trait. When Cora and Brant went to bed at 11, they told Monte to be in bed by 11:30. But when Brant woke up at 5 AM to go to the washroom, he found Monte was still watching the television. Brant sent the young insomniac to bed at that time, but as soon as he went downstairs Monte got up and continued to watch his shows. He was almost late for school because he ‘needed’ to see how a show ended.
The next to have a birthday was Brant. While the children were eager to grow up, and Cora just accepted it, Brant did not want to become an elder. His oldest was a teenager, but his youngest was still a toddler for another day. He refused to have a party, and even a cake. That morning he had fished, he enjoyed a lovely little lunch with Cora, and played catch with Charles and Monte until Monte went inside. Before dinnertime, he held Madeleine close. He was old enough to be her grandfather, but her blue eyes, his blue eyes, protested. He kissed her on the forehead, praying that he would live longer than his parents and grandparents had, just to see his daughter grow up.
That evening, Brant sat in the Green Room, alone. He was reading, and waiting for the dreaded transition. As it got closer to midnight, he could no longer focus on his book, and began thinking. He was likely to die before Madeleine became a young adult, and it made him a little angry. But who’s fault was it? He hadn’t felt any romantic feelings towards any girl until his young friend came home from France as a stunning young adult. He was a little bit older than Cora, but it wasn’t his fault. Was it her parents’ fault, then, for not having their daughters earlier? Or his, for deciding to have two more children after Malcolm was a teen? Minutes away from midnight, Brant began to feel the sensation of aging. As he became an elder, he decided that if there was anyone to be angry with, it was life and fate. Life was unfair, and fate would do what it pleased.
The next morning, the family celebrated the last birthday. Cora brought the giggling young heiress up to her cake and helped her blow out her candles. Things were a bit rushed, as the boys had to catch the bus after, and Cora had to go to work, but when Monte came to the dining room Cora was glad that they had decided to do the party privately, at home. The insane boy had deemed it appropriate to come to the table in just his swimsuit and goggles. Madeleine blew out her candles regardless, and became a gorgeous little girl with the Unlucky trait.
Since she had just became a child, she didn’t have to go to school that day. She watched Monte and Charles run to the bus, and then explored the house on her own two feet. After finding her redecorated room, she found a little child’s oven in the kitchen. Sometimes, when she was younger, Cora would sit her on the kitchen counter while she cooked dinner, and Madeleine had always watched with fascination. Now, she had her own little oven to make food with. Her first three batches of vanilla muffins came out flawless, and since her brothers were at school, mother at work, and father out fishing, Madeleine decided to take her muffins to the park and see if anyone thought they were any good, and maybe meet some of the townsfolk.
September 12, 2010 § 2 Comments
On the first night of Cora’s third pregnancy, she felt a strange compulsion to go visit her mother’s grave. She had been getting ready to go to bed, when something told her to go to her parents’ resting place. Cora carefully approached the small gravesite, bracing herself for the emotions that were likely to surface. But when she saw her mother’s smiling ghost, she was calm. Cora and Evelyn talked into the early morning, and Evelyn promised her daughter that the house would soon see the special little girl that everyone was eagerly waiting for.
For the most part, Cora’s pregnancy went smoothly and quietly. Brant made sure to stay home the whole time, and the family always engaged in leisurely activities. Cora didn’t want to stress out the next heiress, if in fact she was carrying a girl. No one had seen Evelyn since she visited Cora in the early, early morning, but one morning, young Charles woke up and felt the same compulsion as his mother had not too long before. In the pre-dawn light, Charles went into the back yard and discovered his grandfather’s ghost. Bryce had decided to visit the Hallovins, and meet the grandson who’s birth he had barely missed. Charles and Bryce met under strange circumstances, but soon the two were playing tag together under the rising sun. When daylight signaled Bryce to return to the Netherworld, Charles felt a little bit of sadness. He could tell that he and his grandfather could have had a wonderful relationship, but Bryce was only permitted to visit early certain mornings.
One night, Cora woke up with the extreme abdominal pain that she was all too familiar with. Baby number three was ready and eager to be born. Cora and Brant took a taxi to the hospital, and a teenager down the street came to watch over Charles and Monte. The birth was quick and easy, and Cora and Brant returned home with baby Madeleine just before sunrise. Madeleine was born Excitable and Clumsy, but she was the most beautiful baby girl that they had ever seen. See had the trademark pale skin, and her dark eyes held hints of blue. When Cora went to put her new daughter in bed, she found that Evelyn was in the Green Room, reading. Cora went to show her mother the next heiress, and Evelyn’s smiling, glowing eyes seemed to say “I told you so”.
Time in the Hallovin household went quickly, and soon it was the young heiress’s birthday. Like with her brothers, Madeleine’s birthday was kept low-key, and only the family celebrated. As a toddler, Brant’s face was showing strongly in her’s, down to the eye colour. The first blue eyed Hallovin, and the first with Landgraab hair with Hallovin streaks. Neither family had seen such a unique blend of genetics, but both were pleased and anxious to see what she would look like when she was older.
Cora and Brant could finally relax. With their unique daughter, the legacy finally had an heiress, and the parents could become old without fear of this legacy dying out.