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Saturday, November 30, 2013

Dialogue


Chapter 2
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It was early Monday morning when Rebel pulled himself onto the bank, and from the icy waters of the Simgahela river. An estimated three and a half miles from the 9th street bridge he so audaciously plummeted from. He was calm, amazingly. His eyes were glazed over, he felt a churning nausea as he looked down at his blood-soaked shirt. Rubbing his hands across his torso he didn't feel any bullet holes. He was alive, and that's always a plus.

"Ow" he shouted. Wait... he did find one bullet still lodged in his left shoulder.

After a thorough examination, he came to the conclusion that he only had just a few minor flesh wounds and the icy water had managed to thicken his blood enough to clot the bullet hole in his shoulder. Right now, Rebel's only thought was to get home. Striding along the dimly-lit street he knew then he would never forget that night...

A double-decker trundled over the hill, its headlamps piercing the fog. Stopping beside the rusty shelter, the doors hissed open and Rebel got on. As the bus wheezed its way through, the gears his mind drifted to the events of the few previous hours. It was a torturous twenty-two minutes to his stop. Rebel scurried off the bus and stood alone as he watched the bus leave.


He took his time walking through the morning mist that was ascending, trying to make some sense of it all. He'd known Van Dawson for years and wondered why he'd suddenly turn on him like that. Rebel was certain of one thing - he wasn't adding Dawson to his Christmas card list. The chiming of the nine o'clock steeple bells interrupted his thoughts.

"Nine o'clock," Rebel whispered to himself.

Nine o'clock meant that his wife, Torie, would be at her weekly charitable Women's Auxiliary function, honoring outstanding philanthropic women in the community, and his seven-year- ld daughter Sophie was at school.

"This is good," Rebel uttered to himself softly.

He could go home tend to his wounds in private and not have to explain to Torie about the bullet wounds. Passing the deserted park, his thoughts turned back to Sophie. She was a daddy's girl for sure. His pride and joy. His eyes welled up when he thought about his share of the money that would have been enough to pay for her operation. The operation that would have repaired her diseased heart.

At home, Rebel found a full bottle of Jack Daniels and a filet knife. He quickly downed half the bottle before he got enough courage to dig the bullet from his shoulder. Rebel picked and prodded at it until he produced the bullet with which he had been shot, and dropped it on the floor with a hollow ping.... after bandaging his shoulder and downing the rest of the whiskey to kill the pain, he passed out in the chair.


Rebel awakened from his inebriated slumber to the delightful smell of Grilled Salmon with Lime Butter Sauce and sautéed zucchini. Sophie was beating the hell out of the PS3, and Torie was sunk into her latest novel. During dinner Rebel ate some of the food but spent most the time shoving the greater part around the plate. Torie put her book down sighing loudly,

"Okay, what's wrong?" she asked. "That salmon's getting dizzy."


"It's only work stuff," he lied.

The book went back up. "Oh I see," she said sharply.

The silence suited him. He didn't want to worry her with the details of a psychopathic nutter named Van Dawson, who had just tried to kill him. or the little tiny fact that he was back cracking safes again. Something he'd promised her seven years ago that he wouldn't do anymore, but that was different... that was before Sophie got sick, and the money he should have gotten from Van Dawson would have paid for her operation.

"No, I'd better keep this little confidential matter to myself," he thought. It might just be enough to flip her over the edge.

He sought solace in the steamy sanctuary of a bath with the radio. With a twist of the dial he found some Beethoven on Classic FM, it was suitably soothing.
 


At that very moment a light dawned in his mind. He sat up. The water spilled over the edge of the tub.

"Yes! Revenge!" He punched the air. He knew what he had to do and how he would do it.

For the next several days Rebel would prepare his complex strategical operation, or motive to exact punishment for a wrong on behalf of himself and his family, (especially his daughter Sophie) in a resentful and vindictive spirit.


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Friday, November 29, 2013

Transparent T

This transparent T is made from a base game mesh. It is available in four colors and is recolorable in one channel. It can be found in Everday wear and Athletic wear for your YA/A sims. This was made in response to a request by Rebel Savage. Thanks for the request, Rebel!



Pose by LuLuiza+
Sim model, Wendy Pan, is available for download at http://www.thesims3.com/assetDetail.html?assetId=7739143

Thursday, November 21, 2013

All About the Benjamins -poster

From the modest word slinger Rebel Savage comes a new story of crime and passion called,


All About the Benjamins



It's inevitable, isn't it? After the success of "A Love Worth Stealing" out comes the sequel.


Rebel Savage is called out of retirement by the Dawson gang to crack a large safe at the Sim-Life Insurance Company containing over 5.2 million dollars in cash, only to be betrayed by the swindling, double crossing crooks. Does Rebel get upset? No, Rebel doesn't get upset, Rebel gets even!


In a daring attempt to steal back the part of the lucre that is rightfully his, Rebel finds himself in a fight that threatens the very lives of the ones he loves most.


Presenting the Dawson gang, who first debuted in WendyPan's thread "Bad boys, bad boys" on 6/12/13 (http://www.backalleysims.com/adultsi...atcha-gonna-do) and starred in the story "Nonconsensual Love" by Rebel Savage and WendyPan on 6/22/13 (http://www.backalleysims.com/adultsi...ebel-and-Wendy).


Torie Roberts returns in a short albeit significant role, portraying Rebel's jewel thief-turned-socialite spouse for the better part of eight years and mother to their only child Sophie, who is diagnosed with a congenital heart defect.


And co-starring Kristie Legend, (a sumptuous magnificent Sim created by the incomparable WendyPan) who is caught in the middle between Rebel Savage and the Dawson boys feud. Download Kristie here.http://www.backalleysims.com/adultsi...Kristie-Legend.


Whereas the first story was fun, the sequel is entertaining, and Rebel Savage is back in cool form. If you like a good action story that keeps you guessing, (and a surprise ending) then this story is for you.

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All About the Benjamins, Chapter 1

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Prologue

Chapter 1
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      It was a cold and windy Sunday night in the heart of the downtown business district...  An economically thriving area of the city, with major retail establishments, a shopping mall, a university campus, the headquarters of major corporations and fortune 500 companies, as well as other retail businesses, hotels, restaurants, offices, and entertainment venues. The Ewing Building was a typical looking downtown office building, tall skinny fancy high rise office building, very ornate, 19th century Victorian Neo Gothic building. The upper floors were filled with furnished offices.

Stationed in front of a huge green safe, having great mass and weight and unwieldiness; and standing over six feet tall, with the solid steel door over two feet thick, two dark figures contemplated the situation.

"Better get Magic fingers in here pronto."  Dawson commanded...  Van Dawson was the kingpin in town. He had his greedy little finger on the pulse of everything that went on in Bridgeport.

Nothing came in and nothing went out of his town without him knowing about it.
Dawson's youngest son Danny radioed down to the lobby to his older brother Marlon who was standing by with a walkie-talkie.



"Get Rebel up here right away"

"Get going."  Marlon ordered Rebel,  punching the elevator button.

"Where to." Rebel replied.

"Eighth floor,"  Marlon said, as the elevator door opened. "First door on the left, around the corner."

Rebel soon found the office, and two security guards lying dead on the floor.   The sign painted in gold letters on the glass door read, "Simoleon Life Insurance Company". The insurer advanced 17 spots on the Fortune 500, and profits spiked 70% to $9.5 billion thanks to big increases in investment banking and trading revenue.  Tomorrow morning at 6 am an armored truck would come to collect the contents of the safe that held just over 5 million dollars in cash.

Rebel could see a man sitting at a desk through the large glass window panel in the door. The panel glass was wavy. It blurred outlines a little bit. He couldn't make out the man's features clearly through the panel. But he could see the man's pin striped suit, a large desk, and even a couple of large paintings on the back wall of the office. Rebel opened the door and walked in.

"Enter," a polite voice called out.
Van Dawson rose in friendly greeting.  Dawson was a portly, balding middle-aged man of around fifty years old,  who always had a fat cigarette between his pudgy fingers, or at least always when Rebel had seen him in the rare occasion of exiting the grounds of his manor or to affront business to his men.



He was very well dressed in a well-tailored but quiet pin striped business suit. And so coughing and puffing lazy wisps of smoke into the air of the room he motioned Rebel to the safe, and resumed his seat behind the desk. Dawson radiated prosperity and confidence.

Rebel's lips parted in a shameless smile as he stood before an obsolescent, cumbersome safe. It seemed in effect, a slap in the face, to a qualified professional like himself.  He reached down into his small black leather tool bag and brought out a pair of latex gloves to which he quickly covered his deft hands. His Burglars' Tool Bag contained a full array of tools for breaking and entering, surveillance and lock picking. Everything one might need for a late night excursion
And now his hands and fingers worked like lightning.  The only sound, was the express, serrated high pitched whine of the miniature cordless drill.  Rebel worked fast.  He drilled a hole through the face of the old-fashioned safe, then put the tools back into the black leather tool bag. His sensitive fingers shot to the dial on the safe.  Rebel held an electronic stethoscope close to the dial, listening as the tumblers fell, while his dexterous fingers spun the knob invariably decisive and punctilious.
Suddenly the safe door swung open, and there it was.  Just as Dawson said it would be... 5.2 million dollars in cash.



Danny roughly pushed Rebel out of the way and began shoving the money into a large suitcase.  The three men hurried down the elevator and out to the street where Marlon already had a car waiting.

As they drove across town, past the town square, and headed for the outskirts of town, they all laughed with excitement.  Then Rebel spoke up and said...

"Hey I already know what I'm going to do with my share of the money."  he said in a frivolous and lighthearted manner. "I have it already figured out... 5.2 million split 4 ways comes out to 1.3 million dollars each.  Now what I'm going to do with my share is..."

"Rebel"  Dawson flung out the interruption, abruptly. "About your share of the money."  He said pulling a ruger 9mm from his shoulder holster concealed underneath his coat and screwing a silencer on to the barrel.  "Stop the car."  Dawson shouted.

Marlon slammed on the brakes bringing the car to a screeching halt, half way across the 9th street bridge, over the Simgahela River.  Rebel opened the door and backed slowly out of the car, as Dawson aimed his gun at Rebel's chest.  Rebel kept backing until he felt the railing behind him, perched on the edge clutching the rail firmly, he looked over the railing down at the swift water over a hundred feet below, and back again at Dawson's gun. Marlon and Danny had both gotten out of the car and cocked the hammer back on their guns.  Rebel thought to himself...

"If I jump I could die.  If I don't jump I'll surely die."   With three guns pointing directly at him, his decision was immediately brought into existence . Like a bat out of hell, Rebel thrust himself backwards as if being suddenly released by an elastic force he flew over the railing in a twisting, spinning, whirling dervish, reminiscent of his college days as a member of the diving team.  The thunderous explosion of gunfire filled the night air as all three men emptied their clips in just a matter of seconds...  bullets hummed viciously past his head one after another.



Suddenly there was a loud splash, and the three gangsters rushed to look over the edge. They sought intently for any signs of life, but found none.

"Do you think we got him?"  Danny asked looking at his father.

"I don't know."  he answered.  "But if he survived that fall, he's a better man than I am."  he announced with a boisterous roar of laughter. The ol' man slapped his two sons on the back. "Come on... Let's get out of here."

[The scene fades slowly to black as the red tail lights of the car fade out of sight.]


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Monday, November 11, 2013

Herrera formal

Here is a formal that is loosely based on a Carolina Herrera dress. It is available in three colors and is recolorable in two channels.



Pose by inna_lisa.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Sexy Brasil Bikini

Hello Dear friends and followers,
Here is a sexy bikini for your female Sims.
It comes in two versions: The spikes of the first version are not recolorable.
The second version is recolorable in two channels.
You can find it in all categories.
Enjoy :)

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