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| lilprincess | Sep 8 2010, 05:20 PM Post #121 |
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Nat, Namoi is so pretty and your piccies are always so shiny and so pretty.
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| Nat | Sep 8 2010, 05:22 PM Post #122 |
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Thanks Princess, I wasn't sure about her at first but she is growing on me lol |
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| Jae | Sep 8 2010, 05:32 PM Post #123 |
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your sims all look so realisitc! (i feel like ive said that a million times o.O) Lola is SO PRETTY! i love her nose and lips. |
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| Nat | Sep 8 2010, 05:36 PM Post #124 |
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Feel free to say it over and over Jae - I won't mind I love your sims so its great to you hear you say that about mine
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| Deleted User | Sep 8 2010, 05:51 PM Post #125 |
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She is breathtaking Nat.....and the photos are simply stunning...
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| Nat | Sep 8 2010, 05:53 PM Post #126 |
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thanks Me
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| Vida23 | Sep 8 2010, 07:44 PM Post #127 |
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Your sims are gorgeous, Nat
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| mocha | Sep 8 2010, 07:51 PM Post #128 |
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i like saffron's new look. that hair looks great on her! Cillian is cute too - love the outfit. My mama always said if you don't have nothing nice to say about sims 3 babies, don't say nothing at all. since he's one of your sims, i'm sure he'll grow up to be adorable. ![]() naomi is BEAUTIFUL.
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| Nat | Sep 9 2010, 12:49 PM Post #129 |
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Thanks Vida You have a wise momma Mocha where sims are concerned All sims 3 babies and toddlers look the same to me, its a weak part of the game, this is Seth as a child ![]() I'm going to hold off uploading Naomi for awhile, I'm toying with the idea of redoing her story, but it will be a lot of work and not sure I have the time |
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| Dalaina | Sep 9 2010, 12:53 PM Post #130 |
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Naomi's GOREGOUS Nat and Seth (love that name btw) is a cutie. |
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| Nat | Sep 9 2010, 12:57 PM Post #131 |
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Thanks Dal - curious as to how he will look growed up ![]() Just read this about late night And oh yes, Late Night will add a much-requested breast adjustment tool for those who absolutely must increase their bust. So, yes…there's that. Just need a booty slider now lol Edited by Nat, Sep 9 2010, 12:58 PM.
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| mocha | Sep 9 2010, 02:59 PM Post #132 |
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ahhh, ok. i'm always a sucker for a good sims story. i hope u decide to go thru with it. seth doesn't look so bad now that he's aging up. he's actually pretty cute. all the sims 3 babies/toddlers look like old men to me.
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| Nat | Sep 9 2010, 03:00 PM Post #133 |
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I age my sims 3 offspring up to kids in the quickest possible time, the babies and toddlers are soo naff - mind you I do that with sims 2 too lol And as for the story thre's no guarantee it will be good lol it needs a total rewrite Spoiler: click to toggle ooh just found some old pics of Rafe ![]() ![]() and Yana ![]() ![]() and Rafe and Yana in heroes ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() and my sims version of Daniel Henney ![]() Edited by Nat, Sep 9 2010, 06:06 PM.
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| mocha | Sep 9 2010, 09:32 PM Post #134 |
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ok, nat u MUST share your story. you are a fantastic writer. wonderfully descriptive! i'm no fan of rats and was cringing the whole way through. ![]() rafe is what is he doing to the girl that's electrocuted on the floor? kicking her? of course i'm partial to the obama pic.
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| Khalil | Sep 9 2010, 09:34 PM Post #135 |
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At Rafe kicking the ALREADY electrocuted women on the floor ![]() Nat, He is so gorgeous I wish he was real
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| Nat | Sep 10 2010, 01:52 AM Post #136 |
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Thanks Mocha - I will try and work something out with the story Khalil = thre was a story behind that one lol Here is how Yana found she had powers Becoming Visible, the Memoirs of an Invisible Girl Freak or Unique? One of the questions I am often asked from those who know about me is “When did you first realise you had unique abilities?”, or in not so polite terms “When did you realise you were a freak?” ![]() This isn’t an easy question for me to answer, I mean, there is one event that stands out for me, where I had to face the undeniable fact that I was different to everybody else I’d ever known, but I guess reaching that point was a journey that began in childhood. A childhood of denial and self delusion-ment, a childhood spent convincing myself I was seeing things, that my eyes were playing tricks on me or I simply had an imagination as overactive as a fat kid's thyroid. Anything was better than contemplating the fact I might actually be nuttier than a squirrel's intestine. I procrastinate, let me start with the moment I realised my eyes and mental capacity functioned correctly.. it was just the rest of me that didn’t!! We can move on from there...I suppose a bit of background information might help to set the scene.. ![]() At seventeen I was a complex character, full of the usual teenage insecurities about appearance, a changing body, raging hormones, sexual awareness and naivety... oh and a rather large boy obsession. Coupled with that was the worry that I was mentally unstable due to the things that were happening to me and around me, but to the world I was a competent, intelligent young girl with a sparkle in her eyes and the world at her feet. “Never let them see your fear, child” my nan used to always say to me growing up, she was a wise woman my nan, I miss her. I had lived all my life with my mother in the city of Kyiv (Kiev to you) which is now the capital of the Ukraine, my father hadn’t stuck around long and was gone before my mum even knew she was pregnant. He was American by all accounts and her economics lecturer at college. Mum had raised me alone, with help from nan when she was still alive, ignoring the raised eyebrows and scornful comments, often working two jobs to provide a good life for me. The Ukraine is a very traditional country and even in cosmopolitan Kyiv unmarried mothers were an object of scorn, but not once did she complain or blame me for how her life had turned out, I think I get a lot of my strength of character from my mum and I love her for it. Ok here we go…June 15th 2002..the date emblazoned indelibly on my mind, the day reality hit me at mach 1. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in summer; it had been an exceptionally hot few weeks and mum was working overtime at her office job in the city centre. I had a really large science project to complete by Monday and was supposed to be working on it with my lab partner, Sergei. ![]() Instead we’d idled away the day listening to the radio and soaking up some rays on the small patio of the apartment. Music, sunshine, lack of clothing and two hormonal teenagers aren’t conducive to quality study time.. if you get what I mean? I’d kinda liked Sergei for awhile; he was one of the круто , that is cool, kids at school, but not overly so. He had a very chilled manner and the most beautiful grey eyes you’ve ever seen. They were like pools of glacial ice with depths you would willingly drown in.. *sigh* I still see those eyes in my dreams some nights, and when I do I always awake with a wistful smile on my face. What has my adolescent crush got to do with the manifestation of my power you may ask.. well be patient padawan I am getting to it. Over the course of the afternoon Sergei seemed to pay more and more attention to me, mind you the way I was parading around in the tiniest of bikinis I’d have made the most devout priest question his calling. ![]() His eyes met mine appraisingly sending tiny jolts of electricity racing down my spine. I so knew we were going to get it on, but I was, and still am, a huge flirt and I was content to enjoy the dance. We tangoed round each other for an hour or two, engineering situations where we’d have to touch briefly or brush up against each other; we even managed to get a little work done. ![]() Then while fixing a cold drink in the close confines of the kitchen, he made his made his intentions obvious. All thoughts of refreshment were forgotten, I quickly gathered my wits and pulled away before he could kiss me, then made my escape. Even at seventeen I’d worked out that boys enjoy the chase a lot more than the conquest. Giving in to them too soon and they’d take what they could before moving on to the next pretty face, but waiting too long had the same effect... it was a delicate balance, a tightrope of safety stretching over a gaping chasm of heartache and humiliation, one slip and you were a goner. Sergei followed me back into the living room undeterred, where he pulled me too him and before I could protest I was lost in his kiss. ![]() And WOW, what a kiss! Most boys my age go steaming in like eager puppies all tongue and heavy breathing (not that I was the world’s expert on kissing boys of course, but I did have little experience to draw on). Sergei’s approach was slow, sensual and considered, I tried to pull away before we got too involved and I lost control, but he held me close and all thoughts of escape fled. It felt like I was losing myself in him, like. I was fading away ![]() The feeling was so intense I started to panic, as I tried to break away I caught a glimpse in the wall mirror beside me and saw an image I will never forget. Sergei was kissing thin air, I was nowhere to be seen. Time slowed down for me then, I tried to gather the shattered fragments of my mind. I was still half-heartedly responding to Sergei’s kiss and he hadn’t noticed anything was wrong yet (typical man). I could still feel his arms around me, his lips against mine. His breathing was exaggerated and his tongue eager, so physically I was still there I just couldn’t be seen. I took deep, calming breaths, maybe it was just my mind playing up again? No, this was different, it wasn’t just a finger or the neighbour’s cat that disappeared temporarily. I was invisible. Once I said the word I knew it to be the truth, the wall of pretense that I’d been rigorously fortifying for many years simply crumbled away into dust and I accepted the facts. My mind cleared and I started to feel more solid, the sensation worked its way down my body bit by bit. Now, seven years on it feels as natural as breathing, but then it was the oddest sensation I've ever felt. Imagine your whole body feeling weightless, then slowly gaining mass, first your head, then shoulders and arms, then stomach, thighs, legs and feet. You feel so clumsy and heavy afterwards just want to collapse to the floor. ![]() I broke away from Sergei’s embrace, I needed some air. He looked at me in surprise, and then concern, as he saw that I was upset. Once I realised he could see me, I relaxed and I felt my body snap back to its normal state. So there you have it, the moment I realised I was a freak, I lied to Sergei and told him I felt faint. He spent the rest of the afternoon running around after me while I was lost in my own world trying to make sense of everything. Sergei and I started dating exclusively a few days later, though it took me a lot longer to learn how to control my powers. However, seeing as my rather hot date has arrived that tale will have to wait for another day. ![]() Wish me luck! pftt as if I need it Edited by Nat, Sep 10 2010, 02:57 AM.
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| mocha | Sep 10 2010, 02:49 AM Post #137 |
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i'm HOOKED! i love your writing style. you have a gift for drawing your readers in. i could feel all of yana's emotions. and how does someone describe what it feels like to become invisible and then reappear and have the reader feel like they're experiencing it right along with the story's character? you definitely have a gift. ![]() you might have a future in rapping with similes like this. ![]() can't wait to read more of yana's adventures.
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| Nat | Sep 10 2010, 02:56 AM Post #138 |
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Thanks Mocha - haven't written anything for ages but slowly feeling the bug again Not sure I come up with them quick enough for rapping ![]() Ii will post the other 2 rounds later today - you get to see lots more of Rafe in those |
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| mocha | Sep 10 2010, 03:01 AM Post #139 |
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ooh rafe! i'm so glad i opened the member albums. we have a bunch of stories going on that no one would have ever posted otherwise. my diabolical plot worked.
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| Nat | Sep 10 2010, 08:35 AM Post #140 |
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You lil schemer ![]() Excuse the pics on this one, I 'd only just discovered posseboxes at this point lol Heroes Round 2 Collision Ilyana stood in the empty dark, office staring at the file in front of her. YANA PETERS, RTY450876 was printed across the front of the brown manila folder. ![]() She rifled through the papers inside looking for the right form. She didn't need to see in the dim light, her other senses told her when she had found the right piece of paper, it also told her there was a big red DENIED stamped across her citizenship application. Even though she had half expected it, her heart still slumped. She had hoped she wouldn't have to resort to this, but there was no way she was going back to the Ukraine, not when her life was in danger. In the years since she'd first accepted her powers she had gained a lot of control over them, they had also begun to alter and she found they had an interesting side effect. When making things invisible she simply instructed the particles to change their physical state, to become transparent to the point of invisibility. She showed them how she wanted them to be and they would change at her request. She could ask a table to become a liquid puddle, bricks to become gaseous and ink particles to reassemble on a page to spell out new words. She could also change her own matter and that of other people. If she wanted to she could become as hard as toughened steel, heavy as lead, or as light as air. Usually the change was not permanent, as soon as she stopped the instruction the imprinted cell memory returned them to their previous state, but even a temporary changes had made her life so much easier. Like now, breaking into the secure Government offices had been as easy as breathing in. She simply told her body to become invisible and then made the wall particles gas and walked right through. She had been staking out the offices for the last few weeks - finding out how the process worked. She couldn't believe how antiquated it was. In this age of supercomputers and instant global communication the office controlling the lives and dreams of so many people still worked on paper, well until after the decision had been made, then it was entered onto the government database. She guessed there were paranoid about system security, whatever the reason, it made changing the outcome of her case so much simpler. ![]() She pictured in her mind how the successful application would look then touched the rejection form. The red ink squirmed on the page like it was alive and the red words changed from DENIED to APPROVED. Yana carefully instructed to the ink to change back into a solid, dried state, but to remain in its new formation. As the properties of the ink would be the same as they were before, the writing should permanently remain changed. ![]() Yana put the folder back in its allotted place in the filing cabinet and disappeared through the rear wall of the office. She stopped in the corridor to make an obscene gesture at the surveillance cameras, not that anyone would ever see it her being invisible and all but it made her feel a hell of a lot better, before melting through the outside wall onto the sidewalk. She checked her watch. Six thirty-three pm. She didn’t have much time to get to get changed and get to the restaurant for dinner with Rafe at seven thirty. She hurried to her favourite boutique a couple of blocks away, turning invisible she sneaked the designer number she had spotted a few days ago off the rack and took it into the changing rooms. ![]() She turned visible to change into the dress, its no fun when you can't see yourself. It was a perfect fit, like she knew it would be. She instructed the security tags and labels to fall off. She ran a brush through her hair and touched up her make up. Happy with what she saw in the mirror she disappeared again and walked out of the store. She dumped her old clothes and the tags in the trash can and feeling happy set off for the restaurant. She knew it was theft but she figured the big stores could afford to lose the occasional dress and it wasn't like she was going to get caught now was it? ![]() The sidewalk was crowded, Yana loved being invisible in a crowd, you could cause all kinds of mischief. She strode quickly down the middle barging scurrying businessmen aside. She loved to see the looks of surprise on their faces when they realised they couldn’t see the person responsible. She ducked round a corner and spotted a woman with two young kids sitting in the doorway of a closed down shop begging for change. She bumped into a richly dressed suit passing her and helped herself to his wallet, ‘it’s not like he could afford not to lose a bit’, she thought to herself. She took the wad of bills from inside the expensive leather holder and put them into the metal cup the woman was holding. She walked away smiling as she heard the woman cry out in surprise, thanking the lord for his providence. When she arrived, visible, at the restaurant, Rafe was just confirming his booking with the maitre de. ![]() “Perfect timing” he smiled at her She melted at his smile and the smell of him as he held her close and kissed her cheek in greeting. “Yana, you look unbelievably gorgeous tonight, is that a new outfit?” complimented Rafe, not taking his eyes off her as they were shown to their table. “Oh it’s just a little something I picked up” she replied a coy smile on her face. She didn’t know what it was about Rafe that made her go weak, but it was like Sergei all over again. He was manly, gorgeous perfection in the flesh and had turned her world upside down since meeting him three months ago. She was always longing for their next meeting and when they were together she didn’t want the moment to end. Since fleeing the Ukraine Yana was wary of people finding out about her powers so had kept herself to herself in the States. She had a small, select group of friends who didn’t pry too much into her life. Keeping a low profile was essential in case those she had fled from were still looking for her. Partners were few and far between, she did date, but shied away from anything serious, not wanting to jeopardise her new life. Well that was until that night in the casino when Mr TD and H had stolen her heart. “Yana, Yaaaannnaaa” She broke from her reverie with a start, Rafe chuckled. “You were miles away, care to tell me what you were thinking about?” “Nah, I wouldn’t want to inflate your ego, it is large enough already”, she teased. “Mmm maybe you could show me later then?” “Well that depends on what it is you wanted to talk to me about, you sounded very mysterious on the phone” “Well we can leave that till later, I have a couple of people I’d like you to meet. Let’s just say you are about to find out a lot more about me and what I do for a living. For now though lets just enjoy each others company and some rather wonderful food” ![]() Yana left the restaurant wonderfully full but none the wiser on what Rafe had planned, She was intrigued to say the least, but no matter how she cajoled him he was not giving anything away. He led her up to a suite he had booked in the adjoining hotel where he told her to make herself comfortable and ordered champagne. “What time are your friends arriving?” she inquired. “Not for a little while, I wanted some time to talk to you alone first” Rafe sat beside her on the plus sofa, he looked nervous. “What’s going on Rafe, is something up?” Not exactly, it’s just I haven’t been completely honest with you about what I do for a living. It’s complicated, but you mean a lot to me Yana and I want you to know the truth.” He paused uneasily and Yana was at a loss for words, what on earth could he be about to tell her? “Oh Illy this is so hard.. I don’t know where to beg..” Yana interrupted in shock “What did you just call me?” “What, when?” Rafe asked, confused. “Just then when you called me Illy, my name is Yana why would you call me Illy?” she demanded He held her hands in his, she tried to pull away, fear in her eyes and a million thoughts hammering through her mind, but he held her firmly and spoke the words she’d always longed to hear. ![]() “Yana, I’m not like other people, we are not like other people” “I don’t un..” “Shh and listen, it will all become clear… I have a gift Yana, a power. One that makes me stand out, different to everyone else or so I thought growing up, I now know there are more of us. I see things Yana, the future, the past.. I see events before they happen. I meet someone and know things about them they have never told me. I dream true dreams and can talk to spirits” “But that isn’t possible Rafe” “It’s as possible as being able to turn things invisible Ilyana” he said softly looking deep into her eyes. In that moment she felt like she had come home after a long journey, she felt the truth in his words, saw it in his eyes. Rafe was like her, no wonder she was drawn to him. “This is like a dream.. You said something about more of us? What did you mean? “The company I work for is aware of people with abilities; it has a network of people who find others like us and lets them know they aren’t alone. Through its research they hope to help cure disease and help make the world a better place, just like you trying to find out why you can do what you do by studying physics, they hope to unlock the secrets of these abilities and use them for good” “So these others, what can they do?” she asked barely able to contain herself, finally what she had dared dream was true, she wasn’t alone. “Well some can heal, some can fly, and some can read minds or have super fast reflexes, things you only see in movies Yana, they are happening to people around us, people like us.” “So these people who are coming here have powers too?” “They are here now, waiting outside for me to invite them in... are you ready to meet them?” “Yes but first tell me why Rafe, why are you telling me this now, why not when we met?” “Yana it wasn’t the right time then I needed to get to know you and now I know I want you to join me, come and work for us, they will fund your research and we can be together with others who understand us. I want you to be part of my world Yana.. say Yes?" The door to the room opened and two women stepped in, one was tall and thin, a pretty brunette, the other a cute, petitie blonde. “Yana meet Jessie and Monica” “Hello Yana , pleased to meet you” said a soft feminine voice in her mind. Yana jumped; neither of the women had moved their mouths. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you” said the blonde, Monica, out loud. She held out her hand in greeting, with an easy smile on her face “it is just easy to forget to actually speak these days” Yana shook her hand, “So I guess you can communicate mentally then?, so what is your power Jessie?” Yana felt a rush of air fly past her and Jessie was at the other end of the room in a nanosecond, “Well I guess that answers that one” she laughed. ![]() “So Yana” asked Jessie, “are you joining us?” “Are you?” echoed Monica, Yana blinked as she heard the same soft voice whisper a warning in her head "Be careful Yana it may not be all it seems!" ![]() Before she had time to ponder the meaning of Monica's words Rafe put his arm around her lovingly, “Well?” he asked….. Edited by Nat, Sep 10 2010, 08:46 AM.
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since he's one of your sims, i'm sure he'll grow up to be adorable.













i'm no fan of rats and was cringing the whole way through. 
what is he doing to the girl that's electrocuted on the floor? kicking her?
At Rafe kicking the ALREADY electrocuted women on the floor
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you have a gift for drawing your readers in. i could feel all of yana's emotions. and how does someone describe what it feels like to become invisible and then reappear and have the reader feel like they're experiencing it right along with the story's character? you definitely have a gift. 









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