1st Place
Vid & Lucas Damon
91 points
1ssssst! I'm so glad since this photo was a pain in the ass to make. xD
Story Creativity: 12/15
Photo Creativity: 9/10
Photo Quality: 10/10
Originality: 9/10
Requirements: 5/5
Total: 45/50
Great little story. I can’t wait to see and hear more of Lucas. He’s a devilish little thing isn’t he? I like his attitude and that he thinks he can flirt his way out of anything. Everything about this is done nicely and pretty amazingly – there are a couple of grammatical errors that had me scratching my head at first. You used the word “neurotics” a couple of times and I think you mean “narcotics”. It’s totally minor and didn’t impact your score at all, but make sure you check some of your words :) neurotics are individuals who are worried about everything while narcotics are drugs. Great work on this first assignment!
Story Creativity: 13/15
Photo Creativity: 9/10
Photo Quality: 10/10
Originality: 9/10
Requirements: 5/5
Total: 46/50
OOOOOHHHH I love the Familiars… and the references to the drugs, very nice! I won't say how I know -wink!- You did really well with your story. I can't wait to see how Lucas gets out of this mess! I think the mention of the really hot cop pointing it at Lucas was unnecessary; you could have left it at peering down the barrel of the gun. But ya know, I don't know how this is gonna go, so …. I love how he looks like he's not going to tell them what happened, how he looks like he's going to act like he doesn't know, but I know that's not the truth! Also love that this looks to be an industrial club, and believe me, I know all about those! I don't really know that there's anything I can totally be against here. I wonder how an immortal (is he?) being is going to handle being fired at by cops though…
I'm glad my story was the one with the mistakes rather than my picture. I rushed to do the story, because I spent too much time on the photo unfortunately. Oh well. Still payed off.
My vampire is a cross between David Bowie and Lestat by the way. He's a sexual fiend with a drug habit. He's also a glam rocker. I love writing from such a wild perspective.
I build the club myself. Downloaded tons of cc. The overall photo was inspired by True Blood and Blade. I got "familiars" reference from Blade actually.
I also made the male police pose. I had a pic of it, but I think I deleted it.Well you can see it in this photo. I made the female on Lucas's lap pose too. Got them both right on the first try, so that was a relief. :P
I think that's it. I did have to dress the strippers in really provocative clothing and that wasn't easy. Literally everyone kept walking by my computer screen. My grandmother will just laugh if she see my sims naked or anything, but my oldest uncle is loud and dramatic. It would have been so embarrassing if he caught me. lol
In the next assignment, Lucas is assigned a PR specialist and he gets a makeover. So basically I had to create a glamour headshot of my model's new look and base a story on the whole scenario. I like my photo, but it's not exactly what I wanted. It's alright. The story might be the best part. We'll see.
P.S. Here's the story b/w. I believe I fixed all those typos Beech mention.
ASSIGNMENT 1: SORDID HISTORY
Vampire Academy? *sigh* How very juvenile this is all is. I wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for that night. You really want me to go over that story again? Why don’t you just ask those silly mortal cops about that little incident. It’s bothersome to keep repeating myself. *sigh* Fine. I’ll tell you.
The night was young and being forever young I decided to take it upon myself to enjoy the evening as I usually do in a smokey night club. A mortal night club preferably with dancers and narcotics. I would party with my own kind, but they can be a bit of a bore and I’m a bit too rebellious for them. Anyway, I ended up an in dark little hole of a nightclub surrounded by scantily clad dancers and familiars. Familiars as in humans who are obsessed with my kind. Strange lot they are, but incredibly fascinating.
Well back to the interesting stuff: narcotics . I’m bound to drink only blood and it can be quite boring. I can’t remember the last time I had a beer. Thankfully my company that evening were drunk out of their minds, so their blood was dripping in alcohol and they were all the willing to give it to me. I also had a nice little cocktail of fun pills going on in my system, so the evening was going great at first. I know The Council frowns upon such activities, but I was never one to follow rules. I never had a problem before with my happy pills and liquored up blood. They all warn that indulging in things of that nature can make a vampire lose control of their powers and sanity, but I find that it does quite the opposite for me. It dulls the senses and I’m just a lot more fun when I’m having that type of fun. Oh how I wish stayed in that evening.
Well let’s just say I indulged in quite a lot that night, but it wasn’t something I hadn’t done before. I was taking turns drinking from one to girl to the other, flirting, dancing, and having my fill of fun. No other vampire was there. Just me and the mortals. I had no intentions of hurting or killing anyone. I still don’t know what happen, but I did fall asleep leaving me with no alibi. Falling asleep or blacking out was incredibly weird for me. One second I was talking and then next I was closing my eyes as the girls next to me were kissing my neck.
I woke up feeling groggy, but I could smell blood all around me and feel the weight of something on my lap. One of the girls was on my lap. “Darling, I think I fell asleep. Is it dawn? Are you listening to me? I fell asleep. There’s no time for that,” I whispered in her ear. I lift her head wondering why she wasn’t answering me and I gasp as soon as I saw her face. Her face was caked in blood and she appeared to be dead. I pushed her trying to get her off of me, but her limp body just fell back into my lap. Her face so serene as if she was sleeping. Then I looked over to see another girl at my feet. Her head rested on the couch I was sitting on revealing her neck, which had a huge gaping hole in it.
“What the heck is going on?!” I screamed. Blood was everywhere. Bodies were everywhere. It was like a crime scene. Actually, it was a crime scene. Before I could even make sense of everything, I heard a scream and I was peering down the cylinder of a gun. A really hot female cop was pointing it at me.
“Well hello, beautiful.”
“Diana I thought you said this one was a stiff like the rest,” she said keeping me in her sights.
“He didn’t have a pulse and he was cold as ice. He seemed dead.”
I was in an actual crime scene. That was a first. The female cop began talking into her radio and I was just about to get up to make a run for it when another cop pointed his gun right at my head. He wasn’t the flirty type, so I was out of luck with him too. He seem to mean business. He cuffed me and I thought about fighting back, but I was strangely weak. It didn’t take much for them to throw me into a police van and into a jail cell.
They questioned me and seemed to be trying to decide if I was really a vampire or some copycat murderer who kills in the matter of one. They weren’t too sure. Some mortals would rather live in make-believe land than believe in such a creature as me. No matter I tried my hardest to tell the truth, but they weren’t having any of it. I was the murderer no matter what I said. Luckily and unluckily for me though, one of The Council members’ lackeys manged to bail me out. They didn’t want to risk anymore exposure. I’m sure they would have left me to rot if it wasn’t for that. They’re not too fawn of me.
Now I come here to you today, because of that adventurous night. No matter what I tell the council they won’t believe me. My own kind! Sure there was blood on my mouth that evening, but there was no way I could drink from all those humans in one sitting and I wouldn’t murder all those people. I’m not a savage! Well now they think that the fact I don’t have a living maker/master to guide me and my use of narcotics is the reason that this all happened. They have decided to take pity on me and chalk up my “mistake” as a cry for help. I don’t need help or their pity! So yes by orders of the council, I must attend Vampire Academy or face extinction.
I’m sooooo looking forward to it. Not!
So that’s my story. Can I go now?
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