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Sorry just tired, depressed and pissed off the usual really. The sims is amazing! My character is a emo/goth with emo hair, red contacts, loads of tattoos, black lipstick, tons of black eyeliner, a hooker top, tight skinny jeans, black boots and she has loads of facial piercings, the traits are cool though she is artistic, childish, evil, genius and i can't remember the other one :3 she's cool :) and when i left i said to my cousin "Look after my character make her a badass!" anyway i don't like them cause when i looked up a bit of ash fell in my eye so i didn't look for a while and after a couple of minutes i thought it would be safe to look so i did and another bit of ash fell in my eye so i didn't look up anymore i just used my dad as a meat shield, and bits of ash kept falling in my hair and i was standing in horse shit so yeah fun! note the sarcasm there Yeah sorry it won't leave me alone here is the begininning if you want it:


Capitolo Uno
Domenica 21st Dicembre 1958


The harsh winter wind smacked my face as I walked, ducking my head slightly to protect myself from the arduous weather. Cigarette dangling from my pale lips, smoke billowing from my slightly parted lips. My hands were shoved deep in the pockets of my dark dress trousers, hiding my head under my dark trilby. Trudging my shoes in the deep snow of Newark’s grimy urban backstreets. When people look into my face, their eyes widen in horror then end up with a bullet in their head. I raised my jade eyes surveying the scene around me, noticing that Frank was looking uneasy. I furrowed my brow and removed the cancer stick from my mouth with my leather-clad hands. Blowing a huge gust of smoke from my pale, chapped lips. I turned to him and muttered in our mother tongue
“Ti sembra a disagio Frank. Che cosa ti preoccupa?” He bowed his head nervously he stopped make sure his eyes were focused on the white blanket at out feet
“Stai morendo.” he stated simply still not looking at me “Ray mi ha detto”
“I’m quite aware of this Frank. That doesn’t answer my question though” I snapped rather coldly. He flinched slightly his hazel orbs flickering up to mine before continuing to stare at the crisp snow, embedded with footprints
“I was wondering…um” he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly “…Who would take over once you’re…you know…”
“Dead?”
“Well yeah” His eyes bore into mine trying to see past the mask I’ve managed to pull over peoples eyes but was met by a brick walk refusing entry to those who I didn’t want access to my inner feelings ands emotions. I broke the eye contact and noticed a group of youths staggering down the alley so I muttered fast and low in Italian
“Ti dirò una volta e una volta solo così ascoltate attentamente” he nodded urging me to continue. “Ho un tumore situato nel mio cervello. I medici dicono che è terminale e ho circa sei mesi sinistra. Ora non voglio uccidere Ray per dirvi quanto vi riguarda e non ha dato a molto lontano e non ha detto a qualcun altro. Ma se vi dico chiunque altro io personalmente ti torure nel modo più vile e brutale che posso nel mio stato.”
“Giuro che non lo dirà un'anima” I nodded. I looked up towards the clouding the sky to see it was filling with dark swirling clouds slowly taking over the whole surface
“We should go” I pointed out “It’ll be dark soon” he nodded in agreement. I placed the cigarette back into my mouth letting the nicotine entrance my senses and started walking back to the mansion.

Yeah it's pretty shit I'm working on it! I'm not finished so yeah you got a sneak peak. Eh i'm too tired to insult people :/

Rosie :)