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A short video of my favourite moments from this past Guild Wars 2 Beta Weekend Event. We had so much fun, and I am so excited for this game to release. I plan to make more of these types of videos in the future, so hopefully I’ll be improving!
I worked on it for about 3 hours last night and am very happy with the end result. I love this song and dance, so I wanted to make a little music video of my sim dancing to it! The animations were converted by Umpa, not me. They can be found here.
It continued all day until the headache I had transformed into a full-blown migraine. By the time the coffee shop was empty again it was almost time for the parade, and the fireworks show. I sat at one of the now unoccupied tables inside attempting to calm my pounding head. Razz was taking the time to browse the web and relax, since the day had left us both exhausted. I figured that with the main events starting soon in town that we weren’t likely to get any more customers. So with my growing migraine and the empty shop, I decided to ask Razz for the rest of the night off. Maybe I would actually go see the fireworks with Misty, although the prospect of loud booming and a screaming cheering crowd didn’t seem like a brilliant idea for my head.
“Hey Razz, would you mind if I took off early? I was hoping to catch the fireworks with Misty.” I asked her tentatively.
“Today’s been super busy and hard on us both. And I know your head is killing you. So go ahead and take off, I was planning on closing up early anyways.” She said not bothering to hide how tired she was.
“Oh, thank you! Do you want help closing up?”
“Nah, Azure and I’ve got it. We can still make it to the fireworks show too, so we’ll see you there!”
“Alright, see you later.” I said cheerfully, taking off out the door. I knew I couldn’t make it downtown for the start of the parade, but I could probably catch the tail end of it and meet Misty for the fireworks. I walked down the street as the sun sank behind the horizon imagining what the fireworks show would be like this year.
As I was passing a local bar on the way to the subway station I caught the eye of a group of drunks who were hanging around outside. Apparently, I seemed interesting enough to talk to, because one of them came straight up to me as I was walking past, and got right in my face. I almost bumped into the man who had gotten a little too close for comfort.
“Heya, sweet cheeks where ya headed?” He said in a seductive tone. At least he probably thought it was seductive, as he moved even closer to me.
“Home.” I said uneasily trying to back up a step.
“Why not stay with me a little while, sweet cheeks?” He moved in even closer.
“Come on Apple, let’s get inside. I don’t wanna hang around for this.” The drunk woman said, seemingly bored, to the other male as they went inside.
I could smell the alcohol on his breath, he was so close, “Please, I’m just trying to go home.”
“No! You’re staying here with me.” He said loudly and forcefully as he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around me.
“Get off me!” I yelled trying to push him away.
“Give daddy a kiss, sweet cheeks.” He whispered in my ear. The stench of alcohol was overpowering and I was trying to keep my knees from giving out as I struggled against him.
“Leave me ALONE!” I screamed as I shoved with all of my might against him. He stumbled back a step or two drunkenly but caught my wrist in a violent grip.
“Oh, you’ll regret that, sweet cheeks.” Venom dripped from his voice as I struggled to pull my wrist from his grip.
I was desperately trying to pull away, kicking and screaming, but his grip only tightened painfully. My heart raced and I knew what he was going to do to me if I didn’t get away. His friends were just going to let it happen. I started screaming for help at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t know if anyone was going to be around to hear me. I realized that almost everyone had to be downtown at the parade, and my heart sank.
“SHUT UP!” He screamed at me and pulled me into his body roughly, unwanted heat radiating from him.
I started to cry, gasping for air as he mashed his lips into mine. I struggled to break free from the kiss but he was much to strong for me, even as drunk as he was. Tears cascaded down my face and my hope was lost. He would never let me go.
Suddenly the man was ripped from me, even though he pulled my hair and held on to me as much as he could, he lost his grip.
“Get the HELL off her!” Yelled the man who had pulled the drunk attacker off me.
I stood blinking the tears out of my eyes, trying to understand what was happening.
“Back off man, we were just having a little bit of fun! Right, sweet cheeks?” The drunk man lulled towards me trying to make a move for me again.
I ran, as fast as I could, tears still streaming down my face. Up the entire hill, and locked the doors of my house behind me.
In the shower I scrubbed myself raw trying to wash the feeling of dirtiness and violation from my skin, to no avail. Standing in my bedroom, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Feeling empty and hurt beyond belief, I moved out onto the balcony trying to understand, running what had happened through my mind over and over.
The fireworks started in the distance, and I stood and watched the colors pop and explode in the sky. I didn’t know what to do, and I found myself wondering who the man was who had saved me. I texted Misty as soon as the fireworks ended.
“It’s an emergency. You need to come over asap.”
St. Eclair is a busy city nestled right along the ocean, but I honestly am not an expert on the city since haven’t lived here very long. I grew up away from home in a boarding school for the arts, where my parents had sent me when I was a child. Almost as soon as I was old enough to read and learned about the school I had begged my parents to let me to go, and they had reluctantly agreed. From a very young age I had a plan for my life. And to carry out that plan I needed to go to this school, I needed to get straight A’s, I needed to graduate by a particular year, I needed to become a teacher. Or I thought I needed all of those things.
When I was almost done with school and about to graduate, an accident happened at home and I was forced to put off graduating for a whole year. Suddenly my life plans and my meticulous schedule were completely thrown off, and my little sister and my father were gone. I was left responsible for my mother, who in grief, had become careless, reckless, and unreasonable. When mother calmed down enough a year after the accident, I managed to go back to school for my final semester. But when I finally graduated and came home, mother was gone. She had signed the ownership of the house over to me and then disappeared. Occasionally I would get a postcard from some obscure locale from her. But after the accident she never said the words ‘I love you’ to me ever again. It hurt me how she could blame me, and even hate me for the accident.
Mother payed the bills at first, but slowly began to stop until I was left with the responsibility. My best friend Misty helped me get a job at a local coffeehouse where I struggled to make ends meet. But I enjoyed working there, nonetheless. All my dreams to become a teacher were thoroughly dashed, but I was happy enough, and more importantly, could pay my bills.
Today was a very special day in St. Eclair. The city was founded over 100 years ago, and the anniversary of the city’s founding was always celebrated widely on May Day. Despite the excitement all over the city, I was not entirely sharing in that excitement. My schedule at work had me working from 9am to midnight, so I was going to miss all the festivities. It wasn’t the long hours that bothered me, in fact I loved them. There was a possibility Razzberry would let me and Strawberry go home early, but not early enough to make it to the fireworks show or to the celebration parties. We would miss all the funnel cakes, the parade, the crowds of people dancing in the streets, and all the amazing parties.
Slowly I sat up and stretched, knowing today was going to be a slow, boring day. After a nice long shower, I took my time making my favourite breakfast, determined to not get grumpy. Sure, I was missing the annual used book sale at the book store and also the grand opening of the newly renovated library downtown that I had been so eagerly looking forward to, but I was going to make the best of it. It wasn’t the end of the world. Misty was planning on meeting me down at the shop before work, so I decided to start my long walk down the hill a little before my usual time.
As I walked, I remembered fondly last year’s May Day. Misty and I had taken the day to go to the beach, something that I rarely ever do. We hung out in the sun all day, and told ghost stories around a fire when it started getting dark. After the sun had set, we threw on our cutest outfits and Misty took me out to hit up a few clubs downtown. By a few, that usually means we stay out all night hopping from bar to bar until I get too tired and go home, or the sun rises. Last year we ended the night on a rooftop club, lounging on the edge of a pool as we watched the sun rise. As much as I didn’t want to stay up all night being dragged from place to place, I was going to miss it.
The walk from home to The Green Tea Lounge where I worked was long, but I enjoyed it. It kept me in shape too, seeing as I didn’t get out of my house too often, unless Misty got involved.
She was sitting on one of the front steps when I arrived, and got up to greet me when she saw me approaching from down the street.
“Hey, g’morning! Happy May Day!” She said as she bounded up to me.
“Maybe for you.” I retorted a little glum as she stepped into stride next to me. But as perky little her, she always ignored my sarcastic remarks.
“Are you still coming to watch the fireworks with me tonight downtown?”
“Depends if Razz lets me off early or not. I hope so though.”
“Well let me know if she does, and I’ll meet you before they start.”
“Will do! Hey, are you coming in for a few minutes or headed out?”
“I’ve actually got plans to meet up with the band pretty soon, we’re supposed to be performing tonight so they wanna practice. I’ll grab a coffee with you tomorrow morning, though!”
“Alright, later. And break a leg!”
“Thanks! See ya.” Misty waved and headed for the nearby subway stop as I walked up the steps to clock into work. Razz was tidying up before opening as I came in.
“Oh, Goldie, I’m glad you’re here early! Strawberry can’t make it in today, so you will be in charge of baked goods as well today.” She said straightening up from organizing the magazines on a small table.
I sighed inwardly. Of course this would happen. And it meant that my chances for getting off work early were slim to none now. Missing the festival that I had been waiting all year to go to was typical life throwing me curve balls. And I’m terrible at sports. Stuff like this was always seeming to happen to me. But Strawberry not coming in didn’t bother me too much, seeing as the festival would probably keep most of our regulars and other customers busy all day. The most business we’d probably see all day were the few who always came in for their morning pick-me-up americano, latte, or whatever. And then it would be dead all day after the caffeine addicts were gone. Even though my day was likely to be boring, I was glad it would be relatively quiet. I could read my book.
Oh, boy was I wrong.
It started off slow with our regulars coming in for their “usual’s” as expected, which were served to them almost instantaneously because they were always anticipated in the mornings. Unfortunately the coffee machine decided to spray me with hot steam as I was preparing one, so I was very uncomfortable. But then the flood of customers came, pouring into the tiny shop, Razz and I scrambled around the shop trying to feed and please every customer, fill every glass, and clean every mess. By noon, Razz had to call in for reinforcements, and her boyfriend Azure came quickly to help out and to tend the bar on the terrace.
All throughout the day a steady stream of customers passed through the shop, and it was the busiest I had ever seen it. It hadn’t even been this busy last May Day. As people would enter the building they would shout, “Happy May Day!” and a chorus of voices would shout it back to them.
I think the mistake I made with trying my last legacy was that I rushed into it. (Given, it was my first and I was extremely inexperienced.) So with my Rainbowcy I’m really trying to take my time with it, and writing it at a pace that’s good for me. And actually having FUN playing the game. I never actually played with the Richardson family, all I ever did was set up shots and take pictures with them. Lately I have been having so much fun just playing with Goldie and Misty, and even while taking shots for the chapter it’s been fun. And I know this really only matters to the three people actually planning on reading my little blog when I publish the first chapter, but I am really going to take my time with it and make it exactly what I want it to be before I release it. So in advance, thanks for your patience.
I’m still going to be posting my random screenies on Tumblr, and possibly posting a lot of sneak peaks there as well. 😄 Actually. There already are a few on there. Hehe. Anyways, night guys!
My name is Golden, but my close friends just call me Goldie. Though, admittedly I’ve never had many friends. My best friend Azalea Mist (I just call her Misty usually), I’ve known since high school, where I was invisible to everyone except her. She’s the main reason I’m not as socially awkward as you would expect a girl like me to be. Not entirely though, as I don’t see the appeal of having a multitude of friends when one is just enough. I prefer to find my friends where they are immortalized, between the pages of the many books on the shelves in mother’s study.
It’s been many years since mother has visited me or the house. I suspect the main reason for her avoidance is that the house and I remind her too much of my father and little baby sister. Which I don’t feel very much like talking about so I’ll just say there was an accident and it’s very complicated.
I live alone in my family’s abandoned house, mostly spending my days reading through book after book of my mother’s old collection, and I occasionally feed the stray cat who is always hanging around the back of the house. The library is one of my favourite places to visit. Especially on cold rainy days when I can sit for hours immersed in another world, breathing in the faint smell of parchment.
Usually the only other way I would get out of the house was when Misty would drag me out. Usually to musical performances or to the hottest new clubs, because she is very into music. Where ever she took me, every time, I would always realize how alone I felt, no matter how hard she tried to include me or to make me social. She never had any trouble getting along with people or making friends, like I seemed to. Sometimes she got so exasperated with me, usually sitting in a corner reading a book, she would give up and go hang out with her new friends. On nights like those I would usually head home early after letting her know not to worry.
When she chose to hang out with people less shy than me, I really didn’t mind, but she constantly worried about making me feel left out or abandoned. Which, in truth, I didn’t. Usually it was a relief to see her finally enjoying her night out, rather then spending it with me in some remote corner. Although, I’m not saying she wasn’t a complete blast to hang out with, and she could almost always get me to try new things I’d never thought I’d try in a million years. She and I had so much fun together, and got into the worst trouble. But she was always there to get me out of it.
Except for the May Day celebration. I was alone then.