I couldn't resist getting back into the writing process, so I decided to take a special sim and plant her in Bridgeport. The Bridgeport series will be in a reality tv format, but no plots! (for now)
But before we visit Bridgeport, we now interrupt this program for a very important update in Aspenville...
Brandon and Sandy have aged into elders! I'm so proud of them. *tears up*
And now onto the story....
********Theme Song - Beverly Hills by Weezer********
|We enter her high-rise studio apartment at about 8:30AM. It's a nice place, but she craves more. Unsurprisingly.|
"Ugh, it's about damn time you guys showed up. Be sure to get my good side, mmkay?"
So, tell us about yourself.
"Let's see...I was born and raised in Aspenville, and both of my parents were fun-loving bohemian-whatever sims. In other words, they never had a real job. Granddaddy had to loan them money just so that they could pay the bills. Deadbeats. Anyway, my grandaddy is a super successful power broker, I'm sure you've heard of him. And my grandma is a news reporter, so she's pretty famous too. People say I look just like her."
Yes, you come from a pretty well-known family. Wasn't your mother the daughter of the Shang Simla ambassadors, and your father a famous artist?
"They don't count, their jobs are frackin' lame. No one in Bridgeport has heard of them. But as you can see from my lineage, I was simply destined for success. And fame."
Of course. What else can you tell us about you?
"Oh! I'm a flirty Virgo, and I loooveee cars. Also, I need my beauty rest, so I can pretty much sleep through anything. I j'adore the color purple, techno, and Shamarwar-whatever. You know, that Egyptian dish?"
"Yeah, that. I had it in Al Simhara during a family vaca. Oh, and my boobs aren't fake. Totally got them from my mother. One of the only things she's ever done for me, that selfish-"
Alright then! Thank you for sharing a bit of your personality.
We followed Angie around for the rest of the day, but not much else happened. She got a job in the Film career, and gained a star. Now that it's evening, she and her boss Tiara Angelista are going to go out and celebrate her first night in Bridgeport.
|So, where to ladies?|
Angie - "We're going to try and get into The Grind."
Tiara - "Not try, baby girl, do. Thankfully The Grind isn't exclusive, so even one-stars like you can get in."
Angie - *forced laughter*
I noticed that Angie didn't lash out at Tiara, maybe because she knew that she was higher up than her? Angie never seemed like the type that would graciously take an insult like that, even if it were playful.
|They arrived at The Grind, but Angie was getting sharp pains in her stomach.|
Angie - "Augh, I'm so starved! I haven't eaten anything all day..."
Tiara - "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, darling! Actually, you could stand to lose a pound or two. Just wait it out until the hunger pangs get super sharp."
|And with Tiara's *genius* advice, they made their way into the club.|
Kai Leiko - "Oh, its Angie Dillard! It's so nice to converse with a fellow celebrity instead of all these no-names. Hi, I'm Kai Leiko."
Angie - "Oh, hello! Nice to meet you. Hey, did you know you have the same first name as my mother's second-half of her name?"
Kai - "Wha?"
Angie - "Her name is Jia Kai."
Kai - "Ohh, sweet."
|She danced with Kai, who is a rather odd dancer. She walked away from him unamused and pulled Tiara aside.|
Angie - "Hey, do you know of a more...packed place we could go?"
|They arrived at the Banzai Lounge, only to be told that they're not famous enough. Bummer. On another note, I guess everyone in this town is starving to be skinny.|
Angie - "Screw the bouncer, it's this guy who's giving me the real trouble. He's refusing to talk to me! Needle nose."
Tiara - "Well don't be shy dear, impress him!"
Angie successfully impressed him, and with that goal accomplished, she grew bored of the place. Tiara left early to get her beauty rest, leaving Angie to surf the city alone.
Angie - "C'mon, let's get outta here. Lame."
Angie took a subway to go to a local dive bar. She says the name isn't important.
|The elevator ride...just a tad awkward.|
Angie - "Wow, I feel SO overdressed.
Pablo - "Whoa, is that a camera crew?"
Angie - "You don't talk to them. They belong to me."
Isn't this a little below your standards?
Angie - "I really don't give a [bleep], I'm starving."
I thought skinny was beautiful?
Angie - "That chick has no clue what she's talking about. I may be many things, but one thing I am not is an anorexic [bleep]."
And thank Plumbbob for that.
|First thing's first: wooing the bouncer.|
Angie - "Hey, baby." *winks* Mind letting me in?
Bouncer - "...." *drools*
Angie - "Helloooo?"
Bouncer - "Oh, right. Of course you can come in!
Angie - "WHAT? TOMORROW?! WHY THE [bleep] CAN'T I GET IN NOW?!"
Bouncer - "Because, ma'am, we're closed for the night."
Angie - "..."
|...and an even more awkward ride down.|
Angie - "Um...ahaha...wow, this is awkward, but ah...would you guys mind giving me a little room? I'm kinda claustrophobic. Also, you're distracting my crew. Thanks, appreciate it, kisses!"
Frustrated, Angie gives up searching for another place to hang out, and decides to simply go home.
|Way to plow into that ice cream.|
Angie - "I am sooo hungry man, you have like, no idea. Lay off before I scratch your face off."
All right, just a tad grumpy.
|And with that, we leave our bitter one-star in her peaceful slumber.|