International Glamour - Assignment 1

New comp. New model. On a new forum. Her name is Noni Eze. She's from Nigeria.

5th Place

ASSIGNMENT 1: HIGH FASHION ABSTRACT POSE

Ugh...this photo was a pain in butt, so 5th is a relief. lol

Dead On Arrival: Prologue- Vince

“This is utter bullshit! I didn’t do anything!” That’s all I could say as they cuffed me. It was all a manner of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’ve stolen cars and cash, but I’m no murderer! I ain’t kill nobody. If it wasn’t for that corrupt asshole of a cop I would be home with my girl and my kid right about now. 

“Hey get your ass up boy and stop daydreaming! We’re here.” the man chained to me said. I think his name is Mark. Yeah that’s it.

We were booked, searched, and thrown in our cages with no time to spare. The thought of spending my life in this hell hole made me wish I was dead. That cop should have shot me! Well at least my cellmate isn’t that asshole I was chained to.

Speaking of cell mates…. 

*cough cough*

“Well who the hell are you? You look like shit!”

“The name’s Gunner. I feel like shit. And who the hell are you?“ 

"The name’s Vince. You got the flu or something?”

“Nah man. I don’t know what this is…. it’s…it’s killing me.” he said barely able to speak. 

“Well keep that to yourself man. I ain’t about to get that.”

The man look like he was knocking on death’s door. Pale, bloodshot eyes, and the gambit. I stayed close to the bars just to get away from him. Eventually I fell asleep on my bunk after lunch. The guards dropped Gunner off after a trip at the infirmary sometime during the night. It was hard to sleep in place like this, but the sick dude really had me on edge. When morning came I was feeling like crap, but spending a night in the pen would do that to anyone I guess. 

“Hey Gunner my boy. You feel better? Gunner?”

Silence. I got up from my bunk wondering if the guy was still asleep or dead. I stood over him surveying him. He skin seem even paler and blood streaked his pillow. “Was he dead?” I wondered to myself. Then the guy started groaning. 

“Hey man you alright?”

His eyes popped open, but his eyes had rolled in the back of his head and blood dripped from them. He looked dead. Then he looked at me and began walking towards me. 

“Guard? Guard?! Gunner’s sick…..something wrong with him…..HELP!” I screamed and screamed while I fought off Gunner. He pushed me up against the bars biting at me. I pushed him away long enough to make my escape to the other side of the cell all while screaming for the guard. Finally their lazy asses came.

“Hey cut that out you two!” one of them said laughing under his breath. “Don’t make me come in there.”

“Yeah quit playing around guys.” the other guard shouted. 

Gunner’s attention seemed to shift then. He walked over to the guards slowly as one of them leaned on the bars. As the guard tuned his head to talk to his co-worker, Gunner bit right into his arm.

The guard fell to the floor thrashing around in pain while the other guard got out his taser. I didn’t stay around long enough to watch, because all hell seem to break loose then around the jail and I made a break for it with the injured guard’s keys. Whatever this virus was was making it’s way through the prison.

When I got outside, I ran right into a sick prison guard. She was like Gunner, but worse. Her skin had wounds all over it and she smelled like a corpse. She cornered me reaching out for me. I fell trying to get away from her. Then as she came closer biting at my hands and feet, I heard a gunshot.

I looked up. The guy I was chained to stood before me. Mark. He smiled and threw me a gun. “Time to get out of here. The dead are walking and the shit has officially hit the fan!” he said sounding pretty freaking happy considering.

I just smiled and nodded thanking my lucky stars he had showed up. The dead chick was pretty strong for being dead and all. 

We made our way around the corner towards what Mark called “the perfect exit” till we heard another familiar voice. 

“Stop right there!”

I looked over to see the same damn cop who arrested me pointing his gun at us. I looked over at my new “friend” and he mouthed the words “Get rid of him.” I looked over at the cop again and I could see the dead right behind him reaching out to get a taste.

Completely oblivious he kept on talking. “I don’t know what’s going on, but there’s no escaping on my watch.”

Decision. Decisions. Should I let this asshole die or should I save him? What to do?

Vote at pollmaker or here. All votes are anonymous at less you comment. xD

All your previous decisions and this one will play out in the next chapters. 

Credits: Check out Cyclonesue’s Bracemoor Medium Security Jail.

Dead On Arrival: Prologue- Audrey

“Holy shit! What time is it?” I found myself saying as I wiped sleep from my eyes. I had slept over my best friend’s house after yet another fight with my dad and his evil wife. We argued about the same stupid thing. Money, moving, and video games. Like a broken record. It was annoying as hell. 

“Wake up sleepy head.” I said throwing my pillow at her. She didn’t move. “Well dibs on the bathroom. Sleep away loser.” I continued sticking my tongue out.

I was sure she would move then, but she remained still as ever. I didn’t bother her anymore after that. She had been ill lately, so maybe she was sleeping it off. Either that or she was still hungover from the night before. I didn’t waste much time thinking about it. I had to hurry and get home before my parents noticed I snuck out again. I swear I’m in my 20′s, but they still treat me like a child!

So I took a piss, made sense of my hair, and hurried back to the room to put my jeans on. That’s when I saw Naomi was up.

“Finally you’re up. About damn time dummy.” I said giggling watching her from the door way. She took one look at me with a glazed expression and she made the most awful shrieking sound.

“Naomi? Watching too many zombie movies have we? Take that crap off and stop joking around. I gotta go.”

She shrieked again staring right at me and then she moved towards me in a slow gait. I stared at her trying to make sense of the behavior, but my instincts seem to kick in immediately as I watch blood trickle down from her nose and eyes. I backed away quickly and slammed the door in her face. I listened as she bumped into it and began scratching at it.

“This is a joke right?” I yelled half frightened and half hopeful.

She didn’t answer.

“Well uncle did warn me of this one day, but this is only suppose to happen in the movies!”


I stood there holding on to the door trying to figure out my next move. Then I finally let it go and ran down the hallway to the stairs. When I reached the bottom I ran into the kitchen hoping to see Naomi’s mom alive and well, but I was too late to save her. She was also “zombiefied” 

I screamed and grabbed the nearest thing. A frying pan. I struck her with it, but the blow seem to just anger her more. 

I dodged and ducked running into the living room moving towards the front door.

“Shit!” I mumbled when I turned the knob. Only Naomi and her mom had the key to let me out. I cursed under my breath as mom came towards me. I looked over at the fireplace and made a run for what was on the manor. A katana sword sat above the fireplace. Their family heirloom. I grabbed it and took the blade out. 

Then I swung it at her splitting her open. I gagged and turned around just in time to Naomi. I swung again missing her and then I rammed the blade into her head. Our eyes met for a brief second before she collapsed to the floor. 

I cried out as tears fell from my eyes. I took the sword out of her head and lifted again the blade striking my best friend’s mom putting her out of her misery.

I grabbed the keys from her robe pocket and let myself out. It was a bit chilly as I was quickly reminded I was still in my underwear, but I didn’t have the heart to go back for my clothes. I couldn’t look at their bodies. I just couldn’t. So I made my way across the street to my house. The streets were eerily empty. No corpses or humans. “Is this the apocalypse or am I dreaming? I wondered. Nothing seem real anymore.

I made it to the front door and into the hallway. The crimson red of blood met my eyes as I looked down at the floor. I shivered thinking of my family and started to call out for them when I heard voices. I hid in the closet near by and listened as the voices came closer. Then I saw they were soldiers.

I remained quiet as they talked, but something else caught my eye. My step-mom coming towards them bloody and dead. She reached out for them moaning, but then stopped as if something else caught her attention. She turned around and started walking towards the closet! I ready my blade trying to remain calm. As I got ready to strike gunshots rung out and she fell right in front of the door.

“Damn nice shot!” one of the soldiers said.

“Hell yeah. The bitch went down hard!” his comrade answered back.”But it’s too bad cutie here was a zomb. Looks like she was a good piece of ass” the other one joked crudely. They both laughed.

I shook my head. “Great! These’s no way I’m trusting these shitheads!”

“I think this neighborhood is clear of the living. Just got one more house to check. We’re probably find that girl that guy was talking about. Andrea? Arty? Whatever…probably dead anyway.”

“Dad?! He’s alive?” I thought feeling waves of relief and shock.

“Get ready to head out to the safe zone men!” another voice yelled from outside.

“Well this is unexpected! I’ve seen enough movies to know that places like the “Safe zone” never stay safe for long, but what if dad is there? No dad’s not stupid. He would head south to my uncle’s doom day bunker. Crazy old fart, but he predicted this crap! Hmmm….I guess I should get some pants first before I decide.”

Decision: Head out to the Safe Zone with the soldiers or go to Uncle’s doom day bunker?

Vote at pollmaker or here. All votes are anonymous at less you comment. xD

Also on my tumblr.

Dead On Arrival: Prologue- Matthew and Nathan

Prologue- Matthew and Nathan

I watched the women of my dreams and my high school sweetheart get married to some clueless idiot just a few hours ago. Why did I decide to go again? Oh yeah that’s right. She’s my sister best friend and I’m the brother with the good car. Lucky me. I think the only good that might come out of this is seeing my parents again. It seem like ages since I’ve seen my parents. About 4 years? Has it been that long?

“Ahh fresh air, boys. Isn’t it wonderful?“ my sister marveled looking at our childhood home. "Home sweet home.”

“Yep. Fresh air alright. Fresh air and cow shit!” Nathan laughed pointing at a pile near Rachel’s feet. “I can’t believe you couldn’t smell that.”

“Shut up Nate!”

Same old siblings. Same old farm.The air, the smell, and that damn creaking windmill all the same. It all seemed like yesterday we were here playing here as our parents watched. Three dumb kids. Me, Nathan, and Rachel. Time had flown by so fast. Only the rang of my phone woke me up out of my nostalgia.

“Hey shut up you two. I think I’m getting a signal out here.”

Nathan looked over at me in annoyance, but shrugged it off heading towards the house with Rachel. The signal wasn’t strong enough out here in the sticks, but I had to try. Work was all I had in life. I worked to the bone to get to top of my dream job as an ad executive. If onlyshe had stayed with me long enough to see the fruits of my labor.*sigh* Seeing her again had sure stirred up something in me. I entered the house after finally realizing my phone was nothing more than a paper weight out here in the sticks. I was welcomed with the sight of my twin brother sitting on the sofa drinking a beer.

“Dad’s going be piss you’re drinking that you know.” I said sitting beside him.

“One beer? He can live with one less beer, Matty.” he said taking another swig of it. I hated when he called me that. “Beside Rachel upstairs sweet talking him.”

“Is that right? She was always his favorite.”

“No. You were always his favorite, Mr. Perfect.” 

“Hmph perfect? Not perfect enough for…”

At that moment, we cut the conversation short as we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. We both turned around smiling only to have our expressions turned into horror. Rachel stood there bloody and wide eyed. We both rushed to her side both confused and panicked.

“WHAT HAPPEN?” Nathan shirked. The blood seemed to be coming from her neck. He grabbed his tie pressing it to the wound. “Matthew you gotta find something to stop the bleeding. We gotta do something….”

I was already on the move for medical supplies. I immediately ran upstairs without thinking. Only when I reached the top I realized the dangerous situation I put myself in as I faced Rachel’s attacker. Our dad or what looked like him. He looked like a walking corpse. His skin grey and sagging. Mixes of bright red and darken old blood covered his face and clothes. Then my eyes scanned the floor to see another figure. Mom or what was left of mom coming towards me. I cried out feeling sickened and afraid by the sight. They growled reaching out for me as fresh blood drip from their mouths. Were they still human? 

No. These things weren’t mom and dad. They were monsters. I stumbled and fell backwards down the steps. I got up immediately and ran for the rifle sitting next to the fireplace. Luckily our father always kept bullets in the old piece of junk.

As expected the male creature clumsily followed me down the stairs. I aimed for him as he came closer towards us and then I shot him in the arm curious to see it’s reaction. It kept coming and finally I took the fatal shot. The bullet hit him right between the eyes. 

“DAD?” Nate screamed bewilder as he left Rachel’s side. He look down at the corpse and than me. “You…you killed…

“GET OUT THE WAY!” I screamed. He ducked and the gun went off for a 3rd time causing the other creature to tumble down the stairs. I walked over to it and it was our mother. It moved still reaching for my leg and Nathan stood besides me with tears in his eyes. 

“She’s sick.” he said almost pleading with me to keep her alive.

“It’s a fucking monster or zombie. It’s freaking legs are gone for goodness sake!”

The debate could have last forever probably with Nate’s mindset at the time, but Rachel’s life was on the line. Her groans were enough to bring us back to reality. So without much time to spare we drove and we drove to the nearest hospital. My mind and body seemed to be on auto-pilot the whole time while Nathan did his best to avoid making eye contact with me. He seemed almost frightened by me. When we reached the hospital, our hearts dropped and we watched in amazement. The building was in flames. 

“God helps us all! What in the world is happening?” Nathan groaned dropping to his knees in the street all the while the once silence radio blared suddenly.

WARNING! THIS IS A STATE OF EMERGENCY! THE CDC IS ASKING ALL INDIVIDUALS STAY AWAY FROM THE INFECTED AND THE DEAD! KEEP AWAY FROM THOSE BITTEN AND THE SICK TO AVOID FURTHER EXPOSURE! MORE INFORMATION WII BE PROVIDED IN THE FUTURE! 

I said nothing. I looked over at Nathan who looked over at me. He seemed confused as ever, but I had seen too many movies and read too many comic books over the years not to know what was going on now. I walked around to the back of the car where Rachel was resting. She smiled a weak little smile. She seemed to be at peace.

“So I’m going die Matt? Am I going die in this hideous bridesmaids dress?” she chuckled. I laughed trying hard not to cry. She looked at me smiling. “I’m dying right? There’s nothing you can do.”

“There’s plenty we can do. There’s more hospitals. You’re going be ok.” Nathan said joining the conversation. She shook her head and smiled grabbing both our hands. “No. I don’t think so, but……just take care of each other and don’t fight please. Now I think I’m going to sleep.”

It was the last thing she said to us as we watched her eyes close. Her breathing slowed. Her heart stopped. Her pulse was non-existent. We cried and cried for what seemed like forever beside the car. Then she began growling. We looked at each other. Nathan stood up looking at my glove department where a handgun had been placed.

“Ill do it.” he said biting his lip.

“No.” I said coldly. He asked why. I simply answered, “Because I don’t want you to know how it feels.”

It only took one shot, but I felt like I had did something unimaginable and sinister. It was a struggle to get back in the car after such an act, but I got back in the driving seat staring off in the distance.

“We should go back home. Hold up there till this blows over” Nathan said after remaining silence for some time. 

“To what? Death? I’m not going back there. I can’t.” I said thinking of the bodies of our parents and mom’s still moving corpse. “We need to keep moving. Back to the city”.

Decision: Country home or city?

Vote here *points to poll on side* or under my comments. Also on my tumblr. :) I really really hope it’s good. So nervous. I’m a bit rusty. >_<

Snuggly butt Roxie is still snuggly and I'm still me...

In case you missed them on my tumblr....

This is an adorable distraction from my lack of posting. 

The first pic is from the holidays actually. I was afraid she was going mistake my new slippers as chew toys, but she likes napping on them. xD Then the last 2 pics are recent. I took them the other day. I used a cheerio to get her attention for one and caught her in the recliner for the other. :)

*personal crap alert*

As for me, that lovely disorder of my mines has been acting up and I don't want to up the dose on meds, so I'm sorta here till I'm back to normal. I have my good and bad days. PMDD is hell. Yes that's the name of it. It's out of the bag! Ladies feel free to look that up. Men don't do it at least your girlfriend is having an issues. lol I don't like talking about anything surrounding the female reproductive system, but I'm doing more harm than good hiding it and being ashamed. Didn't even plan to reveal that, but I was like f*** it earlier and mention it on tumblr. It's need awareness, because it's a real thing that I struggle with even with meds now. It's f'ing pain in the ass! So yeah that's my female PSA of today. If  you're grossed out after looking it up, look at Roxie pics and be mesmerized. :P

R.I.P Prince

I'm trying so hard not to cry right now. First David Bowie and now Prince? I'm dying inside. Like I can't even think straight now. He was my idol. Maybe even more than Bowie. I just can't right now.....

Dead On Arrival: Character bios

I’m just going post this right now, because I’m a weirdo night owl and I’m excited…

Full names: Matthew & Nathan Parker

Nicknames: Matthew: Matt (his brother sometimes calls him Matty to be irritating).
                                     Nathan: Nate

Ages: Early 30s (identical twins)

Occupations: Mathew: Advertisement Executive

Nathan: Orderly/Nurses Assistant

Personalities: Matthew is the oldest and a straight-laced workaholic. Before the apocalypse he lived for work and only work causing the relationships in his life to be damaged. Now he may struggle to hold it all together. Nathan is the youngest brother and a total goof off compare to his brother. He had a zest for life before the apocalypse, but he may just question everything as he tries to survive.

Full name: Vincent Martez

Nickname: Vince

Ages: Late 20s

Occupations: Professional Thief and criminal

Personalities: A bad boy with a good heart. He has struggle all his life to provide for his family. With the lack of opportunities to better himself he turned to a life of crime. The apocalypse may just be the one way he can escape his past and redeem himself. 

Full name: Audrey Anderson

Nicknames: Dree o Drea

Ages: Early 20s

Occupations: Slacker and gamer

Personalities: Smart, nerdy, sarcastic, loner, introverted, childish, and cold. Audrey was bullied throughout her life. She grew up with a lot anger and resentment towards the world around her. Her only sanctuary was safety of her video games. It helped her cope with harsh realities of life, but with the shock apocalypse she may have to find her place in this new scary world where the monsters are real and there’s no cheat codes.

Note: Audrey was entered in Survive and I used @sommeliersims arcade for her photo. :)

Which character would you prefer the first prologue/chapter to be about?

Leave a comment or use the poll on side.

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http://vidkid20ssimblrlair.tumblr.com/post/142717503143/dead-on-arrival-character-bios

Possible Sim Story Idea!

After last night’s infuriating Walking Dead finale that I will get to later in another post, I’m thinking about writing my own Walking Dead story. Been thinking about it for awhile actually. I know Neiph has her story called Survive, but I would like to do something like that, Walking Dead, and a Choose Your Own Adventure Story.

Ok let me explain. Each chapter would be posted on my tumblr (maybe here too) every week or so. They would be short little chapters with pics attached. At the end of each chapter will be a decision or path a character could choose. That’s when YOU and the choose your own adventure thing comes in. I will put a poll up with 2 choices. Depending on the most popular choice is what will happen with the character. Each choice and path has it’s own consequences. Some good. Some bad. I’ll try not to do cliffhangers. xD

The story will revolve around 3 main protagonist tho to keep things fresh. Their stories will intertwine at some point, but the narration of each character for the different chapters will remain the same.

If this get any interest I will be posting the very first choice, which leads into the prologue of the first character and the beginning of the zombie apocalypse.

I suck at keeping up with stories, but maybe I won’t get writer’s block if it’s you who’s deciding what’s happening in a sense. Plus this will be my first serious story with original characters. I might throw a TWD cameo in since I made some TWD characters with TS3.

But I know I can be unreliable with stories, but I overwhelmed myself with the Interview With A Vampire story and it ultimately led to my lost of interest in it. Way less pics and shorter chapters should be a lot easier on me. Plus it's based on something I've been following for 6 seasons now. I never read all of the Anne Rice's books, so I was running out of material and painting myself in a corner too. I can't run out of material with original characters and prompts. I shouldn't anyway.

So is anyone is interested at all? Please let me know. Ask questions even. I want to entertain all my followers and anyone out their reading my blogs. :)

P.S. I'm going lighten my load before I do this, so I can focus on stuff I truly want to do like this for example.