0.3 Founders Backstory Continued

Victoria Smith

Valerie Simsdottir

Vivian Velvet

Vikki Vale

Vanda Nicelife

Violet Posies

Veronica VanVelour

Velma Dinkley

Vienna Slyce

Vik traveled under a string of assumed identities, hopping from town to town, doing odd jobs, working part time groceries, day spa attendant emergency fill in, never staying long anywhere in case her, names always came to her easily, except the one true name she never knew. While she had decided to avoid the criminal career, her excitable, party animal nature had a habit of getting her in trouble with the local law

Drunk and Disorderly, Public Nuisance, Excessive Noise, Unregistered Pets, Urinating In Public (wasn't her fault the door was broken and wouldn't open!), She was burning through her fake ID's faster than the babysitter’s boyfriend when the parents car pulls up.

Somewhere near the end of her teen years she hooked up with a rock band in Lucky Palms, she was a groupie, a part time roadie, a party animal, and living the life. The bands manager made sure 'The Flaming Spiceberries" always had the best gigs, the best rooms,  the best booze, and the best drugs.

He also had the best lawyers and kept them out of the hands of the law, and saw to it that the paparazzi only ever showed them in a good light.

Vienna as she was calling herself now woke up in the back of her transit van, her blanket piled up uncomfortably over her head, she gave it a flick and rolled over onto her side to find her self staring into a set of the largest, greenest eyes she had ever seen. "Morning Lil, it is morning, isn't' it? She smiled. Lilliana was a fan of the band, definitely not groupie material though. The band loved having a Fairy follower, it was great for publicity. Vik and Lil had shared a bed before on several occasions, and not always for sleeping. Lil wasn't her girlfriend, but was more than just a sex buddy, it was... complicated.

"Vik sat up and pulled the nearest T-shirt she could find over her head, it looked like a faded antique 'Simlingtons' t-shirt, except it was inside out. "Why are you in The SinBin Lil? I thought you had your own room in the palace a few doors down from the dark wave gods?" she groaned, resisting the urge to vomit.  

"I was worried about you V, when you left the party last night you were a mess, I was worried you might hurt yourself". Lil choked, "Really, really, worried! "Must have been a real wild night?" suggested Vienna, not able to recall the last 24 hours.

Lilliana run off a list of V's late night indiscretions.

"You vomited in Kurt's guitar, not on it, in it, straight through the sound hole, luckily you spilled your booze on it as well, washed the evidence off the strings."

"You told David that all his tattoos were girly, and you had more manly tattoos on your ass."

"You pushed Johan off the coach, then sat with your feet in his head and told it was his turn to be a damn doormat"

"When Nicholas tried to drag you out of the party, you called him a pussy and punched his lights out"

V, noticing her T-shirt, pulled it up over her shoulders, turned it outside in, and slipped it back on

"Don't sweat it Lilli-babe, they all would have been as blitzed as me, they probably won't remember any of it" Vienna said hopefully as she lay back down. Lil, looked at her with her serious face "V, Nick was sober, waiting for the manager to call. I'm sorry little one, but you have burnt your bridges with the band. But that's not why I'm worried about you V!"

"Ah fuck, Napalm Forehead Slap Incoming", V moaned, " I'm worried about you because you are pregnant" Lil said in the type of voice you might use to tell a small child 'Nazi stormtroopers with chainsaws in the playground' is not an appropriate game to play with your friends.

"V sat bolt upright "Im fuckin whaa.. Huuueeeeeeergh". V, for the first time sprayed the inside of her mobile home with vomit.

Some Time Later...  Vienna leaves the hospital under the name of Venice Jettstar with baby Marcus tucked under her arm. Lil waits patiently in the car park with the van. "Are you sure you want to do this Vik?". "I need to Lilli", groans Vik, Val, Vi, Venice, "I hate to see the old van go, but I have a son now, I have to change my life, I have to. Hey, thanks for looking after the van and dogbreath for me."

Lil assures V that it was no problemo, and that her and Gypsy have become good friends while V was in hospital. "Oh crap, before I forget Lil, I'm going by Venice Jettstar now". Lil rolls her best friends new name around her tongue, and they drive off to Honest John Used Car Yard.

Honest John is an old friend of Lil's father, and while he isn't exactly honest, he does give Vienna a fair price for the van, even though she was hoping for more. Lilli wanders over with Marcus snuggled in her arms. "Now what is your plan sweety?" Lil asks. Vienna ponders a moment before answering, "Well ... I have more than I expected, which is less than I need.. So we might hitch hike a lift to Midnight Falls, Moonlight Valley, or this other place I was reading about Elba Village. And then find a nice affordable one room shack in a cheap swamp somewhere".

Lilli never talked about her family,  not when they had first met, not when they had become friends, not when they had become good, or even best friends. Not even now, when they were.. so much more...

All V knew, was that Lilli had access to plenty of money, but didn't throw it around wastefully, she knew that Lilli hated her family for some reason, and that the fairy, like V, would sneak off to listen to bands to escape her life, exactly the same as V did.

"You know, I have some simoleons put away". Lilli hints, "If I come live with you, maybe I could finally find an un-concreted space large enough to grow a garden, and help you look after Marcus, and ..."Lil trails off realizing she is sounding more desperate as she goes. Vienna leans in to take Marcus from Lil's arms, and kisses her deeply and passionately. "Fantastic!" Vienna exclaims breathlessly, "I wasn't sure how I was going to live without you".

    

  

  

 

   

0.2 Founders Backstory

Victoria Smith

Venice Jettstar wasn't born to that name, she chose it. She wasn't born to the name Victoria Smith either. The Nun who found her on the doorstep of the orphanage early one morning named her Victoria after her own mother. Some overworked, stressed out, and highly unimaginative Social Worker tagged the file with Smith, Doe was easy to type, but it always reminded her of dead bodies.

Victoria, Vikki, Vikster, Vic grew up with a love/hate relationship to St. Simara's Orphanage.

She loved the fact they encouraged her artistic nature, she loved having so many friends, even if most of them got adopted and vanished quickly. She hated that she had to share a bedroom with twenty of them, and when she became a teen, she hated that they tried to suppress her enthusiasm for loud music and parties and sneaking out at night.

Whenever young couples would come looking for a sweet child to adopt for their ' happily ever after', Vikki would scruff up her hair, slouch, pick her nose, anything to make them look at someone else.

And later when she was older, everybody walked past her to 'Awww' over the babies, and younger children anyway.

She was tired of this place, its boring gray walls, its quiet days and its silent nights. She spent her entire life living inside this place, her lust for life and all the things place didn't have saw her sneaking out of the orphanage window for the last time. She kept to the back alleys and darker streets that she knew from her previous sneakings.  By this stage she was regularly sneaking out to see music gigs.

Thoughts raced through her mind, bouncing and jostling each other for attention. 'How am I going to get food?', 'where can I get some simoleons?', 'Where am I going to sleep?'. Vikki decided her priorities where food, then shelter, then money. "Maybe I can be an actress...or an astronaut... or a musician'. At that moment her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she skipped dinner to pack her few belongings, and that she had climbed out of the second floor window at around the time she wold normally be doing her late night fridge raid. The thoughts 'Maybe a gardener, or maybe a thief' added themselves to the list.

"You there, young lady, STOP! Its past curfew and you don't look old enough to be out, show me some ID". Vik froze, she had expected her bid for freedom to last longer than an hour. "I don't have any", Vik replied in a small voice". "You are coming with me then, get in the cruiser!'.  The lawman bundled her into the car despite her protests. "Looks like I'll have to get someone to check you out on the computer at the station"

Vikki sat silently in the back of the police car, trying to think her way out of this unexpected twist.

The officer escorted her from the car, up the stairs into the precinct just as a dozen other officers were leaving, there was an exchange of nods and minor pleasantries exchanged and one called out, "There's no overtime Harry, meet us at Silky Pumpkin for drinks?'

Officer Harry lead Vik to a seat, and walking around the desk, pulled out a chair in front of the computer. He glared at the computer for a moment, before poking the power button roughly.

Like a light bulb going on, a thought struck her, ' This cop is a total Luddite!'. She knew  enough about computers to know that Harry had hit the reset button, not the power button, which was on the other side... A plan was formed.

She leaned forward, unplugging the network cable and sliding it out far enough that it wouldn't connect, but not enough that it would fall to the ground and be obvious. "Problems?". she purred, doing her best to imitate a grown ups voice, and squeezing her shoulders together to try to make her average size boobs look bigger. "Sit down miss!" Harry requested, finally working how to turn the stupid computer box thing on.

Another officer, a tall, lithe Fairy with orange wings walked past the desk. Vik had never seen a real fairy before, "You're off the clock Harry, everyone one will be waiting for us at the Silky". "You go ahead sweetheart, I'll wrap this up, and be right there". Vik heard the fairy mutter 'trust me to marry a workaholic' as she left.

"First Name?" asked Harry, "Celeste"Vik replied quickly,

"Last Name?" inquired Harry, "Simsdottir"Vik responded,

"Residence?" requested Harry, "Sunset Valley" Vik replied quickly,  

"A long way from home, I suppose you have an address?" queried Harry,

"22 Acacia Avenue" Vik replied quickly,  

"Age?" asked Harry, "Im a young adult, obviously, just aged a few days ago"

Harry tapped the details slowly in to the computer with one finger, he was about to hit enter when yet another officer interrupted him. "C'mon Harry, you might not get paid overtime for working extra, but I get penalized if I log on late!", "Almost finished here" Harry muttered, as the other officer made a bee line for the coffee machine.

Harry stabbed at the enter key with a smile of triumph, moments later he leaned into the screen. "Database not found.. Database not found.." Harry murmured. Poking the power button again "My apologies Miss Simsdottir, you are not listed in the youth database, you are free to go." Harry intoned.

Leaning forward and doing the 'make my boobs look bigger' trick again, she slipped the cable back into place. "So now you know I'm not some wayward teen, how about you take me to this tavern, introduce me to your friends, and buy me a drink or three?" she said, attempting to sound seductive, and continued to play the con game.

"Do you see this ring?" Harry stated, tapping his gold wedding band. "Did you see my wife, the officer with the wings the color of an golden autumn sunset?" Harry continued. "I said you are free to go, Miss Simsdottir, and replace your ID as soon as you can."

V laughed quietly to herself as she left the police station, still she mentally scribbled criminal off of her mental list of employment options, and replaced it with celebrity psychic.