~An unsettling feeling~

Agnes calls to tell me she won’t be joining me at gym later but also to congratulate me… she had heard via the ‘simvine’ about my promotion.  What?!  Oh yes!  In all the excitement of the previous evening I had completely forgotten I had been promoted to a ‘Roadie’.

Agnes is a sweetieOh dear, I get so caught up chatting to Agnes… I forget again that I have no walls and that I am in my undies.

We chat about fitness and Christopher mostly and she warns me about a ‘floozie’ named Tamara Donner.  Hmmm, I wonder what that is all about?  As I stand at my postbox chatting, movement catches the corner of my eye…

That man?… Isn’t it that man?  The one from the other day?

I am slightly distracted with thoughts about the man and I “ooo” and “aaah” at the appropriate moments but do not really hear what Agnes has to say after that.  It is time for us to end our conversation anyway as I realise the time.  The earlybird aerobic class beckons and I can’t wait to improve my fitness some more and feel that ‘happy’ feeling one gets with all the endorphins rushing through one’s body.

When I was in Riverview… after the accident, Dr Frinkleton had said that exercise would make me feel good.  But I could not believe him, how could going to the gym ease the numbness I felt in my heart, the hollowness I felt in my soul?

He had said I would understand when I was ready.  He was wise in many ways, Dr Frinkleton.  He would be so proud of me now!  I jump in the taxi and head down to the gym with not much time to spare.

He walks...Meanwhile… the man casually walks down the hill in his tuxedo with a purpose that alludes all but him.

The aerobic class goes well, but boy, are those abdominal crunches hell!  One thing that is nice about the gym though, is that after a shower one is able to catch a quick bite in the snackbar downstairs.  It saves me time as I usually cut it quite close to the time when work is supposed to start.

I wonder what it will be like to be a ‘Roadie’?  At least I get to spend time with more musicians and we can discuss music in breaks between work.  It is nice to swop ideas and thoughts on favorite music and so on.  Excitedly I head out the door of the gym to jog to work…

A coincidence?… and I see the man across the street, walking with a purpose seemingly known only to him.

Is it a coincidence that I keep bumping into him? Sunset Valley is not enormous afterall, of course you will see the same person more than once.  I convince myself that perhaps it is his unusual features that made me remember him from that first day.  No time to think about it now,  I have to rush to work.

I spend some more time getting to know my colleagues, and then I practice my music theory.  Work can’t all just be about fun and socialising.  Besides, I want to become an accomplished guitar player so I can find new ways to express myself with music… and of course, the tips in the park will improve as well.

He sits Meanwhile… the man sits on a swing in the park and watches… and waits.

Finally work is over, but I do not say that with a heavy heart.  I am starving and I am dying to dive into one of the conveniently located picnic baskets that get put out by City Hall for the townies and homeless each day.  I also plan to play for tips for awhile afterwards.  Two birds with one stone, make some money and improve my guitar skills.  I love it!

I get distracted by something yellow on the side of the walkway.  Seeds!  Oh how lovely!  I remember our garden in Riverview with such fondness.  I spent many happy moments in the garden with mom.  Lol, though she did not really garden by the strict definition of the word…

Maxi and Valentia gardenI pick up all the seeds I can find and decide that when I get home I will plant a new garden on my land in memory of mom.

I really do miss her so very much.  She was so strong, so loving, so good to all of us.  She had seemed so worried in those last few days before the accident, though she tried to hide it from us.  I could see it in her eyes, something was not right.  Maybe she had had a sense of foreboding, maybe she knew something more… I have always wondered.

As I sit down at the picnic table to enjoy a delicious hotdog, something unsettling happens.  I feel the hairs on my arms prickling up.  Primal instinct kicks in, my heart begins to race, my breathing becomes erratic, my body tenses… it seems to display all the signs of “Fight or Flight”…

Fear… he just sits there.

He just sits there and stares and says nothing.

I try to remain calm, I try not to show my fear.  Maybe he is just a shy fan?  Maybe in some way my music reached his soul that day outside the theatre and he feels a connection?  I focus on my breathing, I focus on getting it normal again.  I do not want to show fear, I do not want to appear to be weak and helpless.  But then… he begins to talk to someone next to him, someone who isn’t there…

Oh dear, the poor man, he must have a multiple personality disorder perhaps?  But he seems so alert, so aware of everything around him.  One feels this almost primitive predatory radiance eminating from him.  He reminds me of a great white shark… looming in the dark, coming up out of nowhere, catching it’s prey by surprise.  I shudder… it literally feels as if someone just walked over my grave.

I need to calm down and there is only one thing that calms me and soothes my soul, I pull out my guitar.  I did come here to earn some tips afterall.  He stands and watches me, it almost feels menacing.

He listensI focus on the melody and soon I am lost in it as always.  My fingers find the chords and play what my heart feels inside, there is no other way I express myself so freely.  I play my ‘raw’ emotions, I play the music of my soul.

When I take in my surrounding again much later, he is gone.  A lone old man stands and jives to my beats, he must like them because I have over $300 in tips in my case.  I nod thank you as I pack up and head home for the evening.

Tomorrow is a big day, tomorrow I am planting mom’s garden.

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18 comments

  1. Dee · November 11, 2009

    Well, this is mysterious. I am so curious about this stranger. Is he insane? Is he a stalker? Is he a protector? Is he evil? Is he a detective? Is he a long lost relative?
    I’m dying to know what his purpose is.
    Oh, the suspense.

    • worsiedog · November 11, 2009

      This stranger proved to be alot of fun. I cannot switch households in this legacy so I was worried how exactly and if at all, he would work in it.

      But he seems to know what I am thinking… it really creeps me out. Sometimes he even seems to know when I am looking *shudder*

      All of his actions so far have been completely autonomous, I just happen to be getting it on camera.

      • Dee · November 11, 2009

        It is creepy sometimes how the game just plays into what we are doing. At times it seems it has a life of it’s own.
        I really am enjoying this. Yours is the only legacy I’ve ever read and find it very interesting.

  2. worsiedog · November 11, 2009

    Thanks Dee 🙂

  3. nessva · November 11, 2009

    Wow worsiedog, that’s super creepy that he’s doing all of this autonomously. Is he the murderer? I’m becoming confused… lol.

    • worsiedog · November 11, 2009

      Yes, he is doing it all autonomously. It really freaked me out when he went on the long walk BEFORE Valentia went to gym and by the time she came out of gym, he and her crossed paths at exactly the same instant… *shudders* LOL

      As for him being the murderer… time will tell I suspect 😉

      Oh and, Freewill Experiments part 1 new update will be up later, busy working on it atm.

  4. Dee · November 12, 2009

    Now I don’t want to go to work. I want to stick around and read the next update. Guess I’ll have to wait until tonight.

  5. Chrysame · November 12, 2009

    It will something fun to look forward to when you get home, Dee! I’m enjoying the heck out of this story. The mysterious stranger is rather handsome as all mysterious strangers should be!

    Great update! She just needs to remember that she doesn’t have walls, yet! Heehee.

    • worsiedog · November 12, 2009

      Hi Dee and Chrysame 🙂

      Sorry about the delay, I have an exam on the 23rd, so atm I am studying inbetween updating this legacy and also trying to finish the next play session of “The Freewill Experiments”.

      I’ll have part 1 of Freewill up shortly and the next legacy update up before I go to bed tonight.

    • worsiedog · November 12, 2009

      Yes indeed he is rather dishy Crysame, I had Stockholm Syndrome in mind when I created him.

      Yes, well, she is so in love with the beauty of things she gets enthralled in it all and forgets the practicalities of life such as not walking around in undies on the front lawn LOL

  6. Rad · November 12, 2009

    I love the sense of mystery: and yay for the new garden.

  7. worsiedog · November 12, 2009

    Thanks Rad! Yes gardening is fun! Lol… if you don’t have ‘loves the outdoors’ sims that is.

  8. catherinesims3 · November 12, 2009

    Ho. Lee. Crap.

    The scary guy is stalking her ON HIS OWN?

    Yay! All caught up now! I am so glad I took the time to read through it – you’re doing a great job!

    Now, I’m off to read the Free Will Story!

  9. worsiedog · November 12, 2009

    Yes… he did… isn’t it freaky??? I still look out my bedroom windows at night… now to update the next chapter.. poor Dee is waiting for an update.

    Thanks Catherine for keeping me company while cooking and taking care of other mom duties.

  10. DB loves her Mac · November 13, 2009

    Maybe he belongs to the hidden Stalker track of the Criminal career? 😉 At least he dresses well, if he’s going to be mysterious.

    Yay for her promotion and her ongoing friendship with Agnes!

    • worsiedog · November 13, 2009

      I never played with Agnes before because her frumpy hairdo always annoyed me. But I have grown to love her through Catherine’s Agnes ramblings, moondaisy’s Gordon, and Scarla’s Creeper Legacy. When I saw her at the gym that day I thought it would be nice for Valentia to make friends with her. I plan to get some shots of them on a luncheon soon.

      I can’t remember all his traits offhand but I made him evil, insane and a genius that I remember. He has a really cool name, lol, but of course, we all have to wait to find out what it is, if we do even find out at all.

      Perhaps when he has finished his role in SV I will upload him on the exchange to stalk other pretty girls all over.

      As for his clothing style, I was going for the James Bond kind of look…

  11. moondaisy101 · November 22, 2009

    Oh, how exciting is all this? He sounds a bit insane, but maybe he’s in love with Val!

    One tof many things that made me chuckle is “I am dying to dive into one of the conveniently located picnic baskets that get put out by City Hall for the townies and homeless each day”. What a brilliant take on the free meals to be found in the park!

    I could hug Val for wanting to create a garden in memory of her mum. She is a darling. 🙂

    • worsiedog · November 22, 2009

      Hi moondaisy! I hope you have gotten your game with Theresa right to where you need it to be.

      I hope that the patches did not give you any issues.

      It is freaky the way the man follows her all over by himself. The game really read my thoughts with this one, I really didn’t know how my idea would work and so far the game is helping it along nicely.

      LOL, the picnic baskets are a bit far-fetched for my liking so I set my mind at ease by giving some ‘logical’ explanation.. don’t want V thinking that aliens beamed them there… hehe

      Gardens are so essential to lawn living and generating an income but I wanted to give it some more meaning this time round.

      I am glad you enjoyed it!

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