Tag: Folsom Caldo

CD Chapter One-Hundred-Twenty

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It seemed like all eyes were on me to lead us into greener pastures, to lead us into a better place.  I wasn’t in a rush though, there wasn’t really a reason to rush, there was plenty of time to do everything that had to be done.  There was plenty of time to find love, marry, have children.

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There were things that I wanted to do, like join clubs, so that I could have a social life.  One of the best things about my job was that I could work from home, and I did frequently.  It gave me a chance to quickly do my work tasks and then go do my own thing, join clubs, visit friends, I had a social life and I was glad.

 

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In a spur of the moment I texted Kole a little flirty text.  He texted back asking if I wanted to meet up.  Instantly I was nervous, I did want to meet him but I also had no idea what I was doing.  I had never had a romantic partner, this was new territory to me.

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We met at the bluffs and started a light flirtation.  That flirtation spiraled into more rather quickly.  I wonder if he had been thinking about me in a romantic way before, had he just been waiting for me?  Obviously Kole had a more feminine body shape than most men, and I wonder if it made him self conscious when it came to romance.  I found it attractive.

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Romance came easier than I had thought with Kole, I just followed my instincts and things just fell into place, like his hands falling into mine.  I wasn’t good at envisioning the future, planning for it, so I couldn’t say for sure that I could see myself growing elderly with Kole, but for now he made me feel nice, feel happy.

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He was quite a few firsts, including my first kiss.  I think he was surprised that I kissed him, just as I was surprised that I did it too.  I had known this would be a bit of a romantic outing, perhaps I had underestimated just how far it would go.  After that our lips found each other’s much more often, our romance quickly progressing.

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I was so nervous when I asked him if he would go steady with me, but he said yes.  I had my very first boyfriend.  We ended the evening there, mostly because it had turned into morning and he had to get to the library for work.  I hoped he wouldn’t be too tired, time had just slipped past me without me noticing.

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There was only one person that I wanted to tell about my new relationship, Hanna.  After a quick power nap I called her up and invited her to one of the fancy lounges in the city.  She was happy to hear the good news and I loved spending time with her.

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Hanna and I had been friends for a long time, she knew me well and accepted all my flaws and faults- even the big ones, the big cracks in my psyche.  For me to find happiness, healthy romantic happiness, we both knew it was something that I hadn’t expected to happen.  I had expected failed romances, single-motherhood with a sperm donor or something.  The relationship was early, but Kole was one of the best things that had ever happened to me.

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Hanna and I were best friends, and I won’t lie, she was gorgeous and when I had first befriended her I had a small crush on her.  I had possibly had hope for us but just hadn’t been able to make it happen, to make those ‘moves’.  I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but with Kole… One semi-flirtatious text and he had made the first move- us going out.  After that it had been easy.  There was just no way I’d ruin my friendship with Hanna.

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That didn’t mean my attraction stopped, but honestly, who wasn’t attracted to Hanna?  And my mind was on Kole, Kole and his kisses.  Kole kisses.

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CD Chapter One-Hundred-Nineteen

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If mother thought we were blind to what she was doing she was an idiot.  Perhaps she was simply an idiot.  It was getting increasingly hard to tell.  Our entire family had been aware when she had not come home that one night, and then she stayed away for an entire night once more.  Then, she stayed away even more.  It was ridiculous.  And here she thought she was going to have a lovely little family meeting, that she would explain everything with rational thought and reason.  We turned the tables on her- and by turned the tables I mean she got kicked out back to her ancestral home.

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Folsom had no interest in romance, children, or any of that. Honestly, after the stunt mother had pulled before Shawshank’s birthday with our dad, well, Shawshank didn’t really have an intention of leading mother’s legacy.  I truly had been the only one left and so I took on the responsibility.  I wasn’t focused on romance, I was still a teenager, but at least I had my friends.

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Naturally, as I am sure is obvious, I am Attica Caldo.  I’ve read mother’s journals, she spoke of my ‘issues’, which is by far the most inconsiderate way to put it.  I enjoy books, chess, people.  My hobbies include talking to my local librarian, Kole, and my friend Hanna.  My sister, Folsom, is my best friend.  I am, technically, insane.  I do not think that defines my entire being, though.

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Shawshank was probably never going to forgive mother, dad had left just before her birthday and she had been so close to him.  She was torn up, she had been visiting his grave since his death, even when he had come back, she had never been the same since the fire.  It was sad, and I had been concerned for a long time but I wasn’t sure what I could do for her.  I felt this grief would be something she would carry around for her entire life.

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As the new matriarch I took over most of the responsibilities, I cooked, I cleaned, but I didn’t really mind.  Keeping busy, moving through life, it helped me, a continuous movement, it kept my thoughts at bay.  The voices at bay.  The inconsistencies in my life.  If I kept moving then things were okay.

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It was what prompted me to get a job as a barista before school, though we had sold quite a few things of mother’s to make it by, but I wanted to be productive.  I enjoyed being productive, being part of life.  Her journals had spoken about me like I was sick, terminally ill, or a danger to others.  My ‘issues’ were simply conditions, and it wasn’t as if they were major.  Plenty of people had worse lives than me, plenty of people were dealing with worse hardships.

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I was the one who made our cute little cake for our birthday, I even threw us a party.  Folsom didn’t have many friends, she fished, but I had friends.  I had Kole, from the library, and Hanna, and friends from my clubs, like Dean.  I enjoyed my friends, and I wanted to throw a party.  I wanted something good for this transition, with mother and her mistakes, well, I just wanted something good.  And it was good.

03-09-17_1-08-42 AM

Adulthood came with choices, careers, relationships, and responsibilities.  I could do it, I was capable.  I entered the social media career- a career that was, even in its name, social.  For some reason I was entered in at level three, but I wasn’t complaining, obviously they saw some potential in me.  I worked from various locations, the library most frequently so I could talk to Kole.

One of my new projects as an adult was to take pictures, I wanted to take photos, to capture memories.  I thought it would be nice to decorate my room with photos of my friends and family.

CD Gen6 Outtakes & Trivia

A bit about why this went so fast; When I took that break I came back with so much having had passed that I kind of wanted to start a new generation so I could try all the new things in the updates/EPs that I had missed.  I also figured four days out from adulthood was good enough to switch generations.

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Sapphire was out at the club (as a ghost no less).

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The redone kitchen.

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They were one of the cutest couples I’ve had in game.

You can really see the similarities between Folsom and Curare, they both have round faces, similar eyes, noses, lips, I use different skin overlays for them, but their core features are very similar.  It makes me love Attica because she looks like Juno Arcos and goodness Juno was gorgeous, I would know, I made her.

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Shawshank and Folsom.

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I saw protesters!

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Gen 6 : Curare Caldo

  • Curare’s traits are : Loner, Good, Lazy. She earned Creatively Gifted, Mentally Gifted, High Metabolism, Fertile, Connections, Frugal, Gym Rat, Long Lived, Alluring, Observant, Entrepreneurial.
  • Curare’s naming theme is Prisons.
  • Curare’s aspirations were BodyBuilder (Com), Successful Lineage (Inc).
  • Gen7 Birth Order : Belmarsh (m), Folsom (f), Attica (f), Shawshank (f)
  • I started to get bored so I began to have fun with the story making bit of this blog/the CD Diaries.
  • Curare’s stomach didn’t flatten after she gave birth so I used cheats to age her up into a young adult so that her body would reset. So when I wrote she “dropped out” of high school, that’s how I made that true in the game.
  • I decided to start over with a fresh lot, no funds, because, well, it got boring having a lovely and huge house with literally over 150k in funds, I needed to struggle again. I may do it again in the future. I kind of dislike the huge lots, makes me feel like I have to fill all that space with stuff.
  • Archer enjoyed popping whims to try for a baby. 😐 I never knew if the kids were from that or the risky woohoo so I just wrote most of them as happy surprises.
  • The fire Archer died in was an accident, could I have probably extinguished him? Yea. I was just ready for the next generation.
  • After Archer’s death is when I rolled for heiress.
  • I hadn’t messed around with a ghost in sims 4 since the abilities had been released to play them and make lil ghost babies, so Archer came back to the household but I promised myself no [intentional] babies.
  • I got a lil bored with Sims (which is also why it was easy to quit playing for that long time) so that’s how Curare’s affair happened, I was bored, the baby was risky woohoo. I just decided to turn it into story for the legacy blog instead of having to reroll heiress again.
  • Curare’s chapters spanned from 110-118.

CD Chapter One-Hundred-Eightteen

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It felt strange coming back, that the place I had fled as a teenager with a husband and son was the one place I could return now.  I couldn’t go home to Archer right now, and part of me missed this neighborhood, the openness yet the ability to be connected to others.  This had been my home for several years.

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It was strange to be pregnant and running back here instead of running away.  My room was exactly how I had left it.  The only bright room in the house.  It was too late for me to have another baby, too late for me to toss another possible heiress into the mix.  I wasn’t sure how Archer would react, he would be hurt, but had he expected me to be faithful to a ghost?  I just truly wondered about how my daughters would react.

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I found myself at my mother’s bar.  It was bad to drink while pregnant, I knew that, but there had already been so much drinking and I just needed a little to take the edge off.  I had to work, I had to see Declan.

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He and I had a talk, our feelings for each other out in the open, and the feelings for this baby I was carrying.  It felt good to move on with my life but in order to begin this new chapter I had to end the current one.

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When I got home from work Archer confronted me about how I hadn’t been home for nearly two days.  The truth was coming out and I decided to just rip off the bandage, no anesthetic.  I told him about Declan, I told him about the baby.

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Archer was devastated and maybe I had been a bit colder than I had needed to be.  He had been a good man but I just wasn’t interest in literally living with a ghost.  The conversation dragged on as he sorted out his emotions- naturally they weren’t good.

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He decided to leave, to remove to his netherworld.  I wasn’t sure how the kids would take this, how they would react.  He was gone and I was pretty sure he would never return.

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Shawshank grew up without her father and I felt guilty for it.  All of my children were grown and here I was growing another.  I hadn’t told them yet, but they hadn’t seen their father- he hadn’t said goodbye.  I would have to tell the girls myself.

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I would wait to do that, I would wait til after work when we were all home and call a meeting.  I was dreading it but I wouldn’t let it get in the way of my work.  Though in the back of my mind I was planning on what to say to my girls, how to say it.  First I had to talk to Declan- discuss our future so I could tell my children.

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I spoke with Declan at a park and I just needed to know in this new chapter he would be there for me- I was without a husband, and I felt perhaps he should be without a wife.  Then we could get on with our lives together.

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I was glad when he agreed, when he ended his marriage, when he and I became boyfriend and girlfriend we knew we would have to keep it secret for work.  Still, my life was moving forward and I was glad.

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The girls did not share the same optimism for my life.  The twins were heavily upset with me when they learned about their father,  Shawshank was mostly sad that I had run her father off before her birthday.  It was Attica who took charge, though.  She wasn’t willing to let my “selfish wants” ruin the family.

CD Chapter One-Hundred-Sixteen

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The days following Archer’s death were the hardest for me, I was just going through the motions, processing evidence, cross-referencing the database, going through the motions.  Part of me was numb, another part of me was just completely destroyed.  I wasn’t me, I was reduced to shreds of a person I used to be.

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I still did my job, if anything interrogating was easier when I was on a fine edge, teeter-tottering.  My bursts of rage were genuine, exploding outward toward my suspect without hesitation.  They easily cracked under the heat.

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The only place I could feel anywhere near warm and not a cold shell of a sim was at his grave.  I went there often, every day after work, every morning before work.  I was still talking to him, telling him about my day, about the cases that were solved and put behind me (what details I could at least).  He was the love of my life, still, and it was never going to change.

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The flowers around his grave got plenty of water from me, and I knew my children needed me but I just didn’t know how to be a single mother.  I had loved him since we had been teens.  I had seen ghosts before, I knew they existed.  I was hoping on a prayer that he’d come back to me, that we could be together again.  When, one night I finally saw him, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to him.  I wanted him back, I didn’t care, dead or alive, I wanted him back with me.

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He came back to me, though, even as a ghost, we were soulmates.  His soul and my soul, they needed one another to be whole.  I was so happy to have him again, to be able to hear his voice (sort of) again.  My Archer was back.

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And even in different states of being alive or dead, we still had sparks fly.  There was no stopping us once he came back, there was no keeping us apart.  I loved him, he loved me, and together, we were Curare and Archer.  Archer and Curare.  And there was definitely some catching up to do.

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With my love returned, my heart again beating, I was able to fall back into my happy rhythm of work and family.  Cases came and went and I cracked them, solved them, and put them to rest.  I was the best at what I did, and knowing Archer was still at home for me, still supporting me, it gave me the push to be even better.

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Folsom and Attica grew into lovely teenagers, beautiful girls.  Folsom was a near spitting image of me, but Attica..  Attica had inherited a bit of Archer’s features, but beyond, she had inherited his mother’s features- I had never been close to Juno Arcos, my late mother-in-law, but she had been a beautiful woman, gorgeous.  Attica was equally as gorgeous.

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I was promoted to Captain and went out on the town to celebrate.  And celebrate I certainly did.  I was running off a high of getting Archer back, an urge to live again, and part of me wanted to start a second family, a new family, but I couldn’t do that.  There was such an age gap between Shawshank and any future children, and I knew first hand what it was like to be the youngest and be far more younger than any of your siblings.  It sucked to not have anyone to play with, anyone your age to talk to.  I was glad all my kids were somewhat close in age.

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Still, that didn’t stop me.  I just couldn’t keep my hands off him.  We had been torn apart and now we had a second chance, I wasn’t about to waste that.  Our family was whole again and there was no amount of thanks I could give to show my gratitude to whatever forces that were at work.

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We could all sit down and be a family again, and though it was strange our kids were happy.  This was for the best.  Still, it was strange.  It was bizarre to not really be looking into Archer’s lovely eyes but to be looking through them.

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Belmarsh aged into a young adult and moved out.  He moved to live with my sisters, my old home, to keep that side of that family legacy alive.  I was glad he was somewhere safe, and that we were still in contact.  Part of me was pleased that he could carry on that legacy- perhaps a patriarchy instead of a matriarchy.

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I, though, was so caught up in the recent changes of my life that I forgot my own birthday.  I grew into a fully fledged adult ready to take on the world.