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Post by TheDoctor on Oct 4, 2013 19:27:05 GMT -5
It was an amazing day for me. I, Velma Pickles, was about to become the newest resident of Twinbrook. I arrived at my new lot and simply took a moment to enjoy the view. It felt so nice to be at one with such beauty. The only thing this lot needed was a lovely home. I decided to keep things deliberately modest. I did have a rather expansive budget from my days in modeling. Yep. I was an underwear model. But I had to quit. You see, I have this condition, I'm told it's called lycanthropy, and it makes me turn into a hideous beast. Yep, grab your pitchforks and torches, folks. The ugly monster has arrived.
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Post by KaseOfHearts on Oct 4, 2013 21:50:57 GMT -5
Uh oh! I'm pumped to see how all these uggles turn out. I'm too vain to have an Uglacy, but I love watching others do it, hehe.
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Post by PeregrineTook on Oct 5, 2013 9:34:18 GMT -5
Oh.My.GAWSH! That "underwear model" shot where she's wiping her nose is just disturbingly priceless! Nice beginning. I look forward to seeing who her victim...I mean...husband ends up being :=)
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Post by KaseOfHearts on Oct 5, 2013 14:39:37 GMT -5
I have this vision of her werewolf form being just stunning, which is why TheDoctor blocked her face out. It think that would be fab.
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Post by NotJustaBook on Oct 5, 2013 14:49:52 GMT -5
Ha, this looks promising! Loving Velma's attitude - she's fabulous. Oh, and I like the sound of Hearts' theory.
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Post by TheDoctor on Oct 5, 2013 17:42:45 GMT -5
THE MAN-HUNT! Of course, my hideous other form scared off that poor llama fellow, but I decided to pull myself together and set off to make some new friends. Particularly, friends of the male persuasion that were men. "Hey there, handsome," I greeted one, "what brings a good-looking gentleman that's attractive like you out to the park this fine day?" "My wife suggested I bring our daughter to the park," he replied. "Oh, you're married?" I responded. then, recovering smoothly, I added, "But are you happily married?" He said he was. I may test that theory later, but I saw other fish in this pond full of fish. "Greetings, attractive man that's good-looking," I greeted the bespectacled Romeo. "Hi," he said, obviously trying to play coy. This one assured me that he wasn't in a relationship. I figured I should let him cool off a bit before he fell any deeper into deep love with me, so I went across town and decided I should hit the gym. After all, a great body like this body takes some upkeep. I think the two ladies walking in with me were intimidated by my beauty. They've probably never been around a professional model who makes her living in modeling before. Which I did. When I was an underwear model. I told them I might have to give them copies of the dishes on my excellent health food diet which we very nearly marketed to the Home Shopping Network. Having secured myself a pair of new best gal pals, I decided to do what I had come to the gym to do... flirt. However, there was one guy who caught my eye. He actually seemed to not be paying attention to me. In fact, it was almost as if he was trying to look away. A man strong enough to resist the goddess-like beauty of this goddess definitely intrigued me. I decided to give him my greatest coy smile and giggle. "Tee hee hee." That got his attention. Now, is this hunk the Sim of my dreams...?
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Post by PeregrineTook on Oct 5, 2013 18:04:33 GMT -5
Oh heavens! That close-up is awesome and terrifying all at once!
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Post by KaseOfHearts on Oct 5, 2013 21:54:56 GMT -5
Hahaha, I love that she's so redundant. Friends of the male persuasion who are men. Attractive man that's good-looking. She's a riot.
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Post by TheDoctor on Oct 6, 2013 0:10:39 GMT -5
Thanks, Peregrine, I was going for a nice, yet disturbing, shot! I'm glad you're enjoying her odd speech patterns, KaseOfHearts! She's a fun character.
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Post by NotJustaBook on Oct 6, 2013 0:46:56 GMT -5
The writing! It's hilarious. My, Velma is quite the character. And that close-up... my word.
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Post by Squirt on Oct 6, 2013 16:50:20 GMT -5
I think I like this one.
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Post by Nettlejuice on Oct 7, 2013 2:32:47 GMT -5
This is just hilarious! Wonderfully hideous character you have here.
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Post by Wiry on Oct 9, 2013 8:41:07 GMT -5
Oh... oh heaven.. My sides!
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Post by TheDoctor on Oct 19, 2013 13:16:43 GMT -5
GOODE TIMES Goodwin Goode told me his name was Goodwin Goode. I asked him if that was short for Goodwin Good-looking. He didn't answer. He was obviously struck by my beauty. Instead of talking, he was just staring into my eye. The left eye that's on the left side. I excused myself to pretty myself up, not that I needed to pretty myself up being so pretty as I am so pretty, but instead, so that he could catch his breath and regain his composure so as to be composed. Looking in the mirror simply confirmed that I was shockingly beautiful in how beautiful I was when looking in the mirror. Thank goodness I'm so beautiful as it is what's on the outside that counts. If I weren't so shockingly gorgeous, it's possible that I'd die alone without anyone there when I died alone. That freaked me out just a bit, but I don't think anyone noticed the slight shudder I had at that thought. My new boy toy, Goodwin Goode (who is named Goodwin Goode) was chatting up one of my new girlfriends when I returned from the bathroom, and I suggested that we leave for a bite to eat. I know that the way to a man's heart is to go between the second and third ribs. He didn't say much on the ride to dinner. I like that about him. He's a nice accessory to compliment the beauty of my beautifulness. Like a purse, only one that doesn't talk or say words. As would be expected, I drew quite a crowd when the crowd crowded around me by crowding us when we arrived at the restaurant when we arrived. Again, people are always amazed when they meet an underwear model who modeled underwear in person and in the flesh in real life in person. After we finished eating, we were done with our food and had finished, so we went back to his place. Well, he didn't actually invite me over, he just left, but I figured the invitation was implied through implication in the way he implied it by not implying it. Playing hard to want, I think they call it. Being a typical man, he wanted to take me into the bedroom for what every typical man who is a man that's typical wants: a pillow fight. Things are definitely going well for me.
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Post by KaseOfHearts on Oct 19, 2013 15:08:28 GMT -5
Hahaha, she's so awkward. I bet her speech style gets tiresome to write after a while!
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