Post by Blake Taylor on Jan 9, 2010 0:25:09 GMT -5
Joan Jett of The Runaways, one of the most popular rock girls out there. It's been years after then, and Joan Jett has had a lot of children. Some of them she doesn't even know about. One of those children is Jackie Jett.
After Jackie Jett dropped out of high school and ran away to start a new life away from her bitchy drug abusing alcoholic mother, she moved to a small cove of a house surrounded by marshes and pounds. It was close to the graveyard - her favorite place to be.
Since Jackie never received a proper education, she had to get a demeaning part time job. Since the graveyard was her favorite place, she decided to get one there. Every night after she worked, she hung out at the graveyard for at least an hour or two, whether it be exploring the catacombs for Mysterious Mr. Gnomes or swiping things like the kleptomaniac she was.
One day after her job, she wondered what it would be like to have graves in her backyard. Seeing as no one important would notice, she swiped a few graves and placed them in her backyard. That night and many nights after, ghosts began to appear in her house. They drank her juice, ate her ice cream, played on her laptop and slept in her bed.
Soon enough later, a ghost by the name of Tragic Clown appeared. Jackie and Tragic found they had lots in common, and they became each others romantic interest. One night it became so deep they Woohoo'ed. (I don't expect you to get that.) The day after when Tragic had left, Jackie realized she was pregnant with a ghost's baby! (I think Tragic knew, too, because he didn't show up again until the baby was born.)
The baby was a gurgling baby girl. A human girl, to Jackie's relief. After settling Deirdre in her crib, Jackie knew that ghosts roaming around the house would not be a good environment for a baby. She threw all of the graves into the mailbox to be returned to their owners except for a little girl's and Tragic's. She would find a way to resurrect them.
One day the science lab gave her a call. They said there was a way they could take the remains of a dead body and resurrect them. She eagerly took the little girl's remains (Opal Suarley) to the lab to see if it would work. If she could revive the girl, it would make her parents very happy. After hours of waiting, what was returned to her was a ghost! The scientists said something had gone wrong, but now the ghost could stay in the land of the living for as long as she wanted, even in the sunlight.
Jackie tried not to be disgusted. It was sorta hard, though, since Opal made enemies of them. Sadistic traits ran in the family, so Jackie was able to think of a plan to get rid of her. You see, she really had to since Opal grew into a teenager a few hours after. Laughing an evil laugh, Jackie led Opal into a closet mysteriously placed in the backyard. Seeing she was inside, she slammed the door shut and broke off the knob. A few days later, Opal starved and returned to the Netherworld, never to return again.
With 5000 simoleons to spare, Jackie returned to the science lab with Tragic's remains. "I don't care if he'll come back as a ghost," she said. "My daughter needs a father!" And Tragic Clown did return as a ghost. Grateful to Jackie for releasing him from his grave, he proposed to her, and soon after they were married.
It was a strange yet happy life. Tragic became a doctor and Deirdre, their daughter, was a teenage prodigy who excelled at all things logical. Jackie became a renown painter and author.
A while after, Jackie was pregnant again with another of Tragic's children. And yet, only a few days before that, Jackie had called social services to adopt another child. That child was Christopher Clown (they all have the last name Clown because of Tragic). People called him Chrissy though, because he was gay. Hey, they didn't choose the child they got! They didn't know they'd receive a gay boy with pink sneakers! Anyways, even though Chrissy was gay, he got along well with his new parents. He never really paid any attention to his sister.
When the child was born, Tragic was overjoyed when he learned it was a bouncing baby ghost boy. The rest of the family was sort of... well, mortified. The baby need not any food or drink, and he never wet his diapers, so the parents usually just left him in the crib for him to play with his toys.
One day Jackie Clown was in the kitchen, making her favorite meal - macaroni and cheese. Her phone rang, and she eagerly accepted a call from one of her old friends. Not noticing the door randomly disappearing along with the smoke detector and that other door on the other side, she talked and talked away. Moments later, the stove burst into flames. Screaming for her dear life, she ran all over the small kitchen as the fire spread, slipping on the rugs beneath her. Rugs?! Oh no, who'd put rugs in a kitchen (I did, mwahahahahaha! >3) when they're highly flammable!? Yes, no dur, they caught on fire. The whole room was surrounded by rugs, and so it was the only thing Jackie could keep her feet on. It wasn't like she could fly, and all the tables and counters were now on fire. And she caught on fire. She screamed and screamed (the gay kid and his guy friend [eek, that's trouble] were wondering where all the sound was and figured it was Tragic's porno he left on on the laptop) until she was just a pile of ashes. The walls cutting the living room off from the kitchen disappeared, and the door to the porch reappeared. Tragic was still at work, but Deirdre had come home from her part time job at the bookstore and saw the Grim Reaper arrive with Chrissy as his friend played chess in the backyard.
Deirdre and Chrissy screamed at the Grim Reaper, demanding he gave their mother back to them. Meanwhile, the ghostie baby, Oscar, was making good friends with him. After the grim reaper left, Tragic arrived and saw the pile of ashes set in an urn that was his wife. Despair overwhelmed him. He could take the land of the living no longer, and disappeared without a trace, no doubt to go back to the Netherworld, never to return.
That left Deirdre, a teenage prodigy, Chrissy, a gay preteen nearing teen, and Oscar, the mortifying ghostie toddler who still needed to be taught how to walk and talk and not poo his diapers. With Deirdre and Chrissy still needing to attend school and the babysitter sucking the money from their pockets, how will they survive?
(Wicked story so far, huh x3 This is from Sims 3, btw.)
After Jackie Jett dropped out of high school and ran away to start a new life away from her bitchy drug abusing alcoholic mother, she moved to a small cove of a house surrounded by marshes and pounds. It was close to the graveyard - her favorite place to be.
Since Jackie never received a proper education, she had to get a demeaning part time job. Since the graveyard was her favorite place, she decided to get one there. Every night after she worked, she hung out at the graveyard for at least an hour or two, whether it be exploring the catacombs for Mysterious Mr. Gnomes or swiping things like the kleptomaniac she was.
One day after her job, she wondered what it would be like to have graves in her backyard. Seeing as no one important would notice, she swiped a few graves and placed them in her backyard. That night and many nights after, ghosts began to appear in her house. They drank her juice, ate her ice cream, played on her laptop and slept in her bed.
Soon enough later, a ghost by the name of Tragic Clown appeared. Jackie and Tragic found they had lots in common, and they became each others romantic interest. One night it became so deep they Woohoo'ed. (I don't expect you to get that.) The day after when Tragic had left, Jackie realized she was pregnant with a ghost's baby! (I think Tragic knew, too, because he didn't show up again until the baby was born.)
The baby was a gurgling baby girl. A human girl, to Jackie's relief. After settling Deirdre in her crib, Jackie knew that ghosts roaming around the house would not be a good environment for a baby. She threw all of the graves into the mailbox to be returned to their owners except for a little girl's and Tragic's. She would find a way to resurrect them.
One day the science lab gave her a call. They said there was a way they could take the remains of a dead body and resurrect them. She eagerly took the little girl's remains (Opal Suarley) to the lab to see if it would work. If she could revive the girl, it would make her parents very happy. After hours of waiting, what was returned to her was a ghost! The scientists said something had gone wrong, but now the ghost could stay in the land of the living for as long as she wanted, even in the sunlight.
Jackie tried not to be disgusted. It was sorta hard, though, since Opal made enemies of them. Sadistic traits ran in the family, so Jackie was able to think of a plan to get rid of her. You see, she really had to since Opal grew into a teenager a few hours after. Laughing an evil laugh, Jackie led Opal into a closet mysteriously placed in the backyard. Seeing she was inside, she slammed the door shut and broke off the knob. A few days later, Opal starved and returned to the Netherworld, never to return again.
With 5000 simoleons to spare, Jackie returned to the science lab with Tragic's remains. "I don't care if he'll come back as a ghost," she said. "My daughter needs a father!" And Tragic Clown did return as a ghost. Grateful to Jackie for releasing him from his grave, he proposed to her, and soon after they were married.
It was a strange yet happy life. Tragic became a doctor and Deirdre, their daughter, was a teenage prodigy who excelled at all things logical. Jackie became a renown painter and author.
A while after, Jackie was pregnant again with another of Tragic's children. And yet, only a few days before that, Jackie had called social services to adopt another child. That child was Christopher Clown (they all have the last name Clown because of Tragic). People called him Chrissy though, because he was gay. Hey, they didn't choose the child they got! They didn't know they'd receive a gay boy with pink sneakers! Anyways, even though Chrissy was gay, he got along well with his new parents. He never really paid any attention to his sister.
When the child was born, Tragic was overjoyed when he learned it was a bouncing baby ghost boy. The rest of the family was sort of... well, mortified. The baby need not any food or drink, and he never wet his diapers, so the parents usually just left him in the crib for him to play with his toys.
One day Jackie Clown was in the kitchen, making her favorite meal - macaroni and cheese. Her phone rang, and she eagerly accepted a call from one of her old friends. Not noticing the door randomly disappearing along with the smoke detector and that other door on the other side, she talked and talked away. Moments later, the stove burst into flames. Screaming for her dear life, she ran all over the small kitchen as the fire spread, slipping on the rugs beneath her. Rugs?! Oh no, who'd put rugs in a kitchen (I did, mwahahahahaha! >3) when they're highly flammable!? Yes, no dur, they caught on fire. The whole room was surrounded by rugs, and so it was the only thing Jackie could keep her feet on. It wasn't like she could fly, and all the tables and counters were now on fire. And she caught on fire. She screamed and screamed (the gay kid and his guy friend [eek, that's trouble] were wondering where all the sound was and figured it was Tragic's porno he left on on the laptop) until she was just a pile of ashes. The walls cutting the living room off from the kitchen disappeared, and the door to the porch reappeared. Tragic was still at work, but Deirdre had come home from her part time job at the bookstore and saw the Grim Reaper arrive with Chrissy as his friend played chess in the backyard.
Deirdre and Chrissy screamed at the Grim Reaper, demanding he gave their mother back to them. Meanwhile, the ghostie baby, Oscar, was making good friends with him. After the grim reaper left, Tragic arrived and saw the pile of ashes set in an urn that was his wife. Despair overwhelmed him. He could take the land of the living no longer, and disappeared without a trace, no doubt to go back to the Netherworld, never to return.
That left Deirdre, a teenage prodigy, Chrissy, a gay preteen nearing teen, and Oscar, the mortifying ghostie toddler who still needed to be taught how to walk and talk and not poo his diapers. With Deirdre and Chrissy still needing to attend school and the babysitter sucking the money from their pockets, how will they survive?
(Wicked story so far, huh x3 This is from Sims 3, btw.)
