Sunday, January 20, 2019

Dead On Arrival~ Season 2- Episode 2: Keeping up with the Jones

Episode 2: Keeping up with the Jones
I awoke to the chirping of birds outside my window and the warm sensation of the sun on my skin. I rolled over placing one arm around the woman beside me. She moaned tuning over and I opened my eyes to see her sleeping face. Part of me felt like I was dreaming. I could have laid there forever. Just like this. With Madison Goodwin.
 The notion was tempting, but I knew what was coming and just like clockwork, I heard three knocks on my door.

“Matthew, would you get that already?” Madison mumbled placing her pillow over her head as three more followed.

“Yeah. I got it.”

I rose to my feet and quickly answered pulling the door wide open. There stood DJ, grandson to the owner of the humble abode we now resided in. He stood there smirking with a mop of hair covering his face.

“I ani’t interrupting anything am I?” he said peeking over my shoulder cheekily.
I pushed forward closing the door to as he continued to gawk. “No. What is it?”

“Breakfast ready and Gramps wants to talk to you.”

“That’s fine. Nathan up?”

“Nope. Still, sleep. He had watch duty.”

“Ah, yeah that’s right. Well, I’ll be down. Thank you,” I said backing away back into the room.

“Sure enough,” he said still grinning.

I looked back at Madison who was sitting up now clutching her pillow. “Coffee!” she barked. “I don’t care who gets it! Get me coffee!”

Coffee, breakfast, running water, a bed. Common things were luxuries now. Luxuries none of us no longer took for granted. It was as close to home as one could get here. If it wasn’t for DJ and his grandfather, Luther Jones we would be still stranded. Maybe dead.

I headed down the hall towards his room after freshening up. It was at the end of the hall. Old music records blared from the room. I knocked first and entered.

“Hi, Mr. Jones. How are you today?”

He remained sitting and turned his head the direction he heard my voice. “Matthew, right? Turn that down for me will ya?”

“Sure thing, sir.

"You and your brother. I can tell the difference.”

I chuckled, “For a blind man, that’s pretty impressive since my dad could never tell us apart.”

“I can tell by your voices. There’s a difference, but you’ll be surprised what I can see boy with my other senses,” he said winking behind his dark shades.

I sat down across from him. Wisdom and a lifetime lived etched on his face. Not many would think much of the elderly blind man before me, but he was pretty fascinating. His room alone was a shrine to his accomplishments. Medals of war, photos of a loving family man, degrees. The veteran was something of a marvel.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes, burnt pancakes courtesy of Ms. Lin. Between DJ and Ms. Lin, I don’t know who’s worse,” he said frowning. “But I have more pressing manners.”

“If this is about us leaving, we can pack up soon. Wade is working on the bus. Should be up and running soon.”

“No. Not that. If anything I was hoping you would stay longer. Stay and help us out. I can’t remember the last time this house been so alive.”

“Well, I can’t talk for everyone, but staying awhile would be wonderful. I’m certainly in no rush.”

“Good. It’s DJ who I’m worried about.”

“Why? Has something happened?”

He paused looking troubled and sighed, “If something happens to me he’s going need someone to look after him. Give him guidance. Keep him straight.”

“I’m pretty sure he can handle himself, Mr. Jones. We wouldn’t be here without him.”

“Yes, that true. It’s just without me or his parents he may become lost and he’s been so happy since you came here. He needs people. Good people. Able people,” he said looking over at his cane.

“I don’t know. That a lot of responsibility. Only if he wants…to come with us. That’s what you want right? To leave with us?”

“Yes, but I also want you to help him find his parents.”

Tune in for the next episode, Friday! :D

Friday, January 18, 2019

Dead On Arrival~ Season 2- Episode 1: Things Left Unsaid

Episode 1: Things Left Unsaid

“Vince, it’s getting late. Come in. Come to bed.”

He looked up from the hood of his car. His hands covered in oil. His eyes steely and cold. “I’m coming,” he grumbled wiping his brow.

I stood in the doorway watching him. The sky an orange haze behind him illuminating his chiseled figure and tan skin. He closed the lid to the rust bucket of a car he now treasured and pushed his tools aside. He headed towards me looking tired. I caught his eyes and he forced a smile on his weary face as he nodded. We walked in together then. Into the little rest stop, we had been living in for months.
Half a year had gone by in our troubled little wasteland of a world. There was more dead than living now. I was sure of it at least. I couldn’t remember the last I time I had seen a living soul. No, all I had was Vince and all he had was me. It was comforting, but something had been damaged on the journey here. The foundation had been cracked between us. We had become nothing more than two strangers hanging onto each other for dear life. Hanging on to some semblance of a human connection for fear of loneliness.

“We need to talk,” I said quietly as I placed pillows and blankets in our respected spots behind the store counter.
“About what?” he said glancing back at me as he sat in a chair beside me loading his shotgun.

“About what happened back there. About David. About Mar…”

“Don’t speak those names. I thought we agreed not to speak of them.”

“But I can’t go on like this. You barely speak to me. You barely look at me. Sometimes I think you hate me,” I cried straining to keep my composure.

“Hate you?” he gasped. “What do you think I’ve been doing all these months? Out there? Everything I’ve done has been for us. That car…”

“That car! You and that stupid fucking car! All fucking day!”

“I almost got it up and running!” he snarled looking hurt. He then rose to his feet and joined me on the floor where I sat now. ‘What do want to know? I told you everything. What do you want from me?“

"I want whatever this is. Whatever’s hovering over us making it us this way to be gone,” I said calmly. “You may have told me everything, but you’re hiding something. I know it."

"I told you I was a convicted felon.”

“I know that. It’s just you’ve changed.”

He sighed hanging his head. “I can say the same thing about you.”

“What? What are you talking about?” I said bewildered.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”


He reached out towards me and I recoiled slapping his hand away. He tried again scooting closer. His hand reaching for mine. His eyes burrowing into me as he did.

“That enough!” I shrieked.
He shook his head. “That’s what I mean. Rather it’s accidental or on purpose. Even if just slightly you recoil from me as if I’m contagious. As if I’m repulsive. It’s enough to make me think you hate me.”

“No. Never.”

“Do you think I’m him? Do you think I’m Mark? Do you think I’m like him? Is that why you want me to talk about him? About them…”

“That’s not why…that’s not fair!”

“Save it. I don’t believe you,” he said sadly grabbing up his pillow and blanket. “But it’s fine. I understand.”

“No!” I shouted grabbing his wrist.

He sighed dropping the bedding to the floor and touched my shoulder gently studying my reaction. His body tensing up mirroring mine.

“You have to trust me, Audrey,” he said facing me. He grasped my hand smiling a bit and then placed one hand on my cheek. “I would never hurt you.”

I felt warm. Conforted by his touch. The tension was still stagnant in the air, but the tone was different. Strange and unfamiliar. Our eyes locked. The coldness in his eyes dissolving as he stared into mine. Only the sound of something smashing into the glass broke the strange moment we found ourselves in.
A zombie or what he likes to call them, a corpse.

New episode tomorrow if possible. Going make Friday and Saturday DOA days. :)

Please leave me feedback. I love comments. ❤

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Dead On Arrival Season 2! Sneak peek!

"My name is Derrick Jones. Some seriously freaky shit been going on these past months, but I got this on lock. Ghouls beware. I ain't playing. Ya’lls about to go down. For real."

-Derrick Jones aka DJ (age 20)

Yes, that’s right! Season 2 is on the way! New banner, some new characters, and chapters will be episodes now. 

I’ve always thought of this as a show rather than a novel of sorts. The previous entity/season 1 will be edited to reflect that! This is also a reset sorta, so you can jump in now if you’re new to it.

As for  Episode 1! Friday!!!! I’m serious! Tomorrow!!!

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Hi! Still here!

Tumblr finally decided to get off their asses and delete the porn blog who reblogged my selfies, so that's nice. TBH I sorta took a break from sims and everything related after New Years. Even put myself out there and tried to see if I could get a date online. That failed as it wasn't really a dating site, to begin with, but now I've somehow found myself back here.

Still in online college completing my course for my vet tech degree as well. Hopefully, this year I'll be working at a vet giving my love to all the furbabies who need some extra TLC. 💗

P.S. It really feels like I've been gone for a while. xD I might not delete my tumblr, but it will be strictly sims now since porn bots are still thriving reblogging s**t. Posting here more will still be a thing though because Tumblr still sucks. 

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

3...2...1...Happy 2019! Happy New Year!

Still here. Still furious with Tumblr, so I'll be posting most sim and story related post here now. If I do post on Tumblr, it will be brief and in bulk with it mostly being story related for those following my story there. I still plan to delete my Tumblr soon tho. Tumblr support won't even answer me and I'm not comfortable sharing a site with porn bots running amuck. Y'all can have it. lol

Anyway, this year will be my last in the sim community. Probably think I'm joking, but I'm not. I really should leave next year tho so I can say "Vidkid20 is leaving in 2020", but I think not. 😜

Have a safe New Year all! May this year be better than the last. 🎆🎇

Friday, December 28, 2018

As I said, this year needs to end. Ugh, it just gets better and better... (sarcasm)

I gotta admit my Christmas was not great. I didn't get everything I wanted, because literally everything I wanted was sold out. Then my dad was sick. Even my gamer Uncle J (the least annoying one) was sick. So I ended up playing Smash Bros. alone all day and feeling lonely.

Then came the next day and I became sick. I spent half the day vomiting, hunched over in pain in my stomach, pain in my joints, and chills. I thought I had another kidney stone for a min, but the vomiting part was something new. Then I went to bed with a low-grade fever. I was able to sleep unlike last time thank God, but it was awful. I almost went back to the ER, but my arms are still healing from all the needles they poked me with from last time.

Anyway, then a disgusting porn Tumblr decided to reblog my selfies tagging it with things like "anal s**" and "teen porn". It gave me an anxiety attack from the sheer horror of it tbh. I'm officially done with Tumblr. Maybe deleting it real soon. As soon as they get off their butts and delete that blog off of mobile Tumblr anyways. It's kind of a wake-up call for me. Won't be posting any more selfies to public platforms and especially to Tumblr.

So now I'm sitting here with a semi-headache, but a lot better than I was. I finally just ate a plate of food. The other day after Christmas when I was most sick, my diet consisted of a peanut butter jelly sandwich and a dinner roll. Both I had to force down my throat.

So I'm going to sleep now. Just wanted to pop in to say "I'm sick again" and make sure Tumblr is actually doing their job in cleaning up the mess they created with the porn crap. New guidelines my ass!!!

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Merry Christmas!

Didn't get everything I wanted, but I do have Smash Bros. so I'm off to play that. Have a good one all. 

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Yep. Want this year to be over with. lol

In the span of 24 hours, I've gotten in a fight with a family member, I did pretty bad on my final exam and had to refer to my text for the retake to pass (despite studying my ass off), and I think I passed my kidney stone. I actually don't know. I just know I'm not in pain anymore, so that's a plus.

I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when it's X-mas. I would say New Year, but I want to play Smash Bros. Ultimate. 😋

I deleted a post in regards to my family drama tho because we're actually pretty boring people and I can't help, but think we sound like a bunch of crazies. I was really emotional too. I also don't want to devote any more post to a 60-year-old fart who think it's ok to threaten and get in the face of a 29-year-old girl. He hasn't even apologized and refuses to acknowledge he said anything in regards to my eating habits or weight. So we don't talk anymore and I like it that way! He is the most annoying person in Maryland, so his silence is bliss. As for who he is, he is an uncle. Great uncle isn't he?

Now that I'm done my final exam, I'm going build a freaking house and post sim related stuff.

P.S. I think I studied all the wrong stuff as usual, so that's why. Really frustrating.
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