Generation I: Chapter III

Day Five

Things are going well in this new place, despite my having my doubts. I've come to the conclusion I quite like it here. Sunlit Tides is nothing like France, to be sure, and the other Sims look at me somewhat strangely when I greet them by kissing their cheeks. *giggle* Somehow, they take it rather well anyway, even if they don't quite understand it.

The full moon came and went yesterday. I had surprise visitors.

NOT MY LETTUCE! She cried when she realised it was dead.

I learned to build a fence around my basement stairs. Apparently, zombies will come down the stairs while I'm sleeping and eat my lettuce plant. I had to replant that one, but I still have the tomato plant, fully matured by now and ready to produce crop any time now. Hopefully, that gives me a bit more of a bonus income than I've been getting. My journalism career isn't shabby on income however: I've already managed to cover all my necessities with only a little trouble.

Playing with the laser.

And zombies aren't the only thing that will come down the stairs if given the chance. Apparently, a stray cat decided my basement looked like a nice place to hang out. I spent some time socialising with him, and we played with the laser a little.

The beaches are beautiful. Even though I can't spend much time out there on the beach during the day, I still watch the waves from my windows. The sunlight sparkling on the water is breathtaking, if a little dangerous for me.

Oh, I didn't tell you yet? I have a house! Finally, I'm no longer stuck in a basement.

Nothing much, but it's home!

Isn't it wonderful!

I earned another promotion at work. I'm now a writer, a great achievement. Now, I have to interview others so that I can write better stories. I decided to hit a local hotspot, hoping to find someone to interview, and ran into Talei while I was there. Talei and I had met at the park a few days ago, and I think I intimidated her a little, so i decided to apologise. While we were talking, I noticed a witch behind us practising magic: what an interesting interview that would make, and perhaps an interesting friend!

Sorry I'm kind of... freaky... silver vampire eyes make for freaky effects.

Strangely, she was the first Sim to be greeted with my customary French cheek kissing and not be weirded out by it at all! Instead, she rolled with it as if she were French too. Perhaps I may have found another Frenchwoman? We talked for some time about gardening, and I learned a bit from her that may help my own small fledgling garden.

She went right along with it!

Much to my joy, she agreed to be my first interview! Unfortunately, we ended up staying awake until the wee hours of the morning because of it, but I was right, she did make an interesting first interview, and I may see if I can find her again for a chat!

Interviewing the Witch

If my family's name is to live up to its prior glory once again, I'll need to find a suitable mate. Our family is matriarchal, as many vampiric families are in France, so there's no need for such things as marriage. After all, my children must be Deneaults, not... whatever my mate's last name may end up being.

Well, it's been a late night. There's much excitement ahead, and perhaps I'll begin the search for a man who can handle a woman of my many talents. Hee hee. Adieu!

Generation I: Chapter II

Day Three

I started work yesterday. The boss seems to like me, so that's always a good thing. She said I had potential, if I worked at it. I spent the first day getting to know her, and then the second day I spent time practicing my writing. I earned a promotion, and a bonus.

I go swimming in my bikini at night~ So I can~ So I can finally see the light~

I woke up freakishly early this morning. The sun was still down, so I decided to spend some time swimming at the public pool, to kind of iron out some of the stress of the last few days. Things are going fairly alright, considering what little I had only a few days ago. I spent my first paycheck on a shower: it seemed prudent.

Learning Charisma is a good idea.

I still haven't gotten a mirror yet, so I've been going to the library to use their mirrors to practice my conversation skills. Communication is a very important thing when working in the journalism track, and I never want to misunderstand or be misunderstood. Some Sims will report anything, whether they have the facts or not, but I'm very devoted to telling the truth, even if it displeases me.

God gave me a sunstone!

To my great luck, I found a raw sunstone above my basement dwelling. It was worth almost seven hundred Simoleons, and I quickly sold it to afford a fridge and a stove. They're nothing great, but they're alright additions. I even had a little left over for a simple dining table and chairs.

Home improvements v.1

Home improvements v.2

After my promotion the next day at work, I used the money bonus to buy a bed and a bookshelf. There's so little to do at home, it's rough finding things to occupy myself with. I spend a lot of time at the library, but after working all day, I'd rather sit in a chair and read something. Sometimes, I come home suffering from ill effects of sunlight. It makes wanting to go anywhere drain away like the water in the sink.

Well, perhaps bed would be a good idea. My tomato and lettuce plants are coming along great, and in a few more days, I should have vegetables to sell for extra cash. I may just get out of this basement soon. Au revoir!

Sleepy vampire.

Generation I: Chapter I

Day One

So much has happened in such a short time. It's hard to believe that only a few days ago, I had a comfortable bed and lived with my family in comfort and relative peace. It all happened so fast... hm, I should start at the beginning: that is, of course, why they call it the beginning.

Nicole Deneault • Founder
Young Adult Vampire
Traits: Brave • Neat • Artistic • Charismatic • Ambitious
Favorites: Indie • O Positive • Black
Scorpio

My name is Nicole Deneault. I had only just reached adulthood, the age at which I can marry. My parents were Kathryn and Damian Deneault, two of the richest and most well known vampires in all of France. My name means nothing now. Our family is gone, burned to ashes when the townsfolk turned against us all. My mother snuck me into a friend's car before it was too late, and I left the fire that consumed my family, my life, behind.

Basements are apparently cheaper than walls. No idea why.

All I have now are the clothes on my back, and some money I gained from a combination of the family friend who took me here, across the sea, and mugging someone. When you're a vampire, it's a little easier to do things like that, after all. I found a lot to live on, built a small basement to hide within. The bad thing about being a vampire is, I ended up needing four walls: sunlight, after all, is terrible for us. I had enough left over for a toilet, and a sink, and a sleeping bag. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this.

Mother always said I had a way with people. I intend to put that to good use here in Sunlit Tides. Who thought it was a good idea to bring a vampire to a place called "Sunlit" Tides, I'll never understand. Fortunately, there was a job opening nearby, for a journalist. They started me out at the bottom of the food chain, so to speak, but that's alright. I'll work my way up, I'm sure.

Getting a job!

Now we have to learn how to write.

I spent the last bits of my day meeting others in the parks nearby and practicing my writing skills. No one particularly caught my interest: this place is awfully boring for supposedly being a top vacation spot. I suppose that doesn't matter much. I'll find friends: I have a way with people, after all, or so I keep telling myself. Maybe the truth is, others just tolerate me.

On the way home, I took a trip to the grocery store. It was right across the street from the library, making it an easy side trip. I bought some plasma fruit and a couple other vegetables Sims like, hoping I might be able to grow some and sell the crop for extra money on the side. This basement is going to get on my nerves eventually, and I would like a fridge and a stove at some point.

Magic walls~!

It's been a long day, and I start work tomorrow. Maybe something good will come of this. I miss France already, but I think maybe in some way, I always will.

C'est la vie.