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  1. Moe's Diner

    Moe's Diner, on the corner of 6th and DuPont Ave. Ol' Moe opened this place with brother, way back when this neighborhood was strictly "Italian-Only". That was a long time ago, back when the Mob owned these blocks. They've since cleared out, now we mostly cater to bikers off the interstate, some Yakuza thugs occasionally frequent the place, they run the docks two blocks over. Moe is an old man now, he mostly sleeps in his one bedroom upstairs, so it's up to the girls to handle most of the work. Gus is the cook, he's Moe's grandson. He's a pervy kid, not more than 18 really. Always oggling us while we work, but hey, at least we don't have to cook. I've been here almost a year and I'm already the closing girl. It's a good gig, gives me money for my "hobbies,". My name's Pam, if you don't see me here, I'm out being bad. Mary's usually here in the mornings with Lacey, and Starla and Darienne work with me, although they're usually just gossiping or flirting, little tramps those two. Leah's the new girl, she's a sweetie, don't know how she ended up in this neighborhood. We don't really have a manager per se, although there's Dennis, he's a piece of work. He's the son of an old friend of Moe's, after Moe's brother got shot by a gangbanger this guy, Ed I think, he was there. So now Dennis is the "manager," although he never shows up, only to steal food, harass us, and try to sleep with us on the regular. He's a coke fiend, usually reeks of sweat, and has some two-bit hooker on his arm when he comes in. And then there's his "friends," big scary tatted-up guys, coming in here looking for him and the money he owes them. That's always fun. Anyway, the coffee is always fresh here, and we make a mean breakfast platter here. The burger's are pretty good here too, and my pies are to die for. Don't order the french toast, that egg wash is not fresh, trust me. Also, the jukebox usually doesn't work, give it a kick or two and you're golden. And don't you think about trying to case the joint, I got a .45 glock under the register, and honey I know how to use it! Moe's Diner Hours: 5:00am-11:00pm Breakfast, All day Eggs: $1 per egg, limit is 3 Waffles: $2 for 2, $5 for a stack Toast: 50 cents French Toast: $3 Eggs in a basket: $5 Bacon: $1.50 Coffee: $1 with refills Breakfast Sausage: $3 Chicken and Waffles: $6 Breakfast Special: Comes with 3 eggs, bacon, toast, breakfast sausage. $8 Lunch, All day Hamburger: $5 Cheeseburger: $6, add a fried egg/chili for $1 each French Fries: $3 Chili Fries: $4 Chili Cheese Fries: $5 Meatball Sub: $6 Cold Sandwich: Options include Ham, Prosciutto, Salami, Pepperoni, Capicola, Roast Beef, Turkey, Mozzarella, Monterrey Jack, American, Swiss, Banana Peppers, Pickles, Spicy Relish, Mustard, Mayo, Lettuce, Tomato, $4, $5 on a ciabatta bun, 50 cents for each extra meat Chili: $3 Grits: $2 Fried Chicken: $8 a bucket Dinner*, 5pm or later Spaghetti: $5 Ravioli: $6 Chicken Parmesan: $8 Chimichanga: $6 Pastelitos per carne: $3 per pastry Gnocchi: $4 Chili con carne: $6 *Dinner may not be served on that particular day Drinks: We serve alcohol after 11am Full bar opens at 3pm Soda: $1.50 Tea: $2 Beer: Bottled $3 Wine: Only at dinner, $5 a glass Mixed Drinks: $7 for house, $9 for top shelf
  2. Make Your Character

    Name: Hazel C. Mondoux-Larkin Appearance: 5'4, 22 years old, dyed blonde hair(usually a mess), pale skin. Likes black clothes, sweaters, dark wash jeans. Race/ethnicity/nationality: Unknown, White? Personality: Hazel is adventurous, and can be impulsive at times. She is a determined person, and hard-working. She doesn't take things for granted. She is distrustful of people and can be cold and aloof on a first impression, but she believes in loyalty and fairness, and always returns a favor. Education: Completed high school. She wanted to go to college but she didn't quality for the scholarship. Sexuality: Pansexual, she just got out of a bad relationship and isn't actively looking for someone Misc Facts: Has a tattoo of the Gemini symbol on her right shoulder blade. She has a dagger tattoo on her left arm. Background: Hazel was in the foster care system ever since she was a baby, her mother gave her up for adoption. She moved foster homes a few times as a young child, not remembering much from that time. When she was 9 she moved to her new foster home with her mother, Julianne Larkin. She lived there for the rest of her childhood. Her foster mother never legally adopted her but she considered Hazel a daughter to her. When Hazel was 18 she legally changed her name to Mondoux-Larkin. Hazel got in some legal trouble in and after high school, getting arrested a few times for shoplifting, possession of drugs, indecent exposure, and finally stealing a car, which sent her to jail for 11 months. When she got out she hooked up with her former boyfriend Gerad, wanting to turn her life around. Gerad was a druggie and a crook, who was abusive, but Hazel told herself she could make it work. She got pregnant, and due to a traumatic experience she doesn't like to talk about lost the baby. Gerad left her. Afterwards, she moved back home, and was thinking about her future and her children. She was worried about her genetics that she had no idea about. She also wanted to become a full Larkin, but felt she couldn't give up her Montgomery name without knowing anything about her parents. She pressed her foster mom for information, who dug up the files the best she could. It was a closed adoption, but there was some information written down. Her mother's name, Pamela Mondoux, and where she was from, Roseport. Hazel packed her bags and set off to Identity, hoping she could find her mother and learn about her past.
  3. Calypso's Farm

    Yay!! Super excited
  4. Calypso's Farm

    Haha yes! Sims 2 is the best one of them all
  5. Calypso's Farm

    Name: Palamecia27 Job: Harvester Reason: I've always liked the idea of working on a farm, I love plants and am pretty good with them. Experience: I've made many farms on the Sims, and Stardew Valley :3 also I have a garden irl Also, not sure if you've considered opening a farm stand to sell our wares, the extra things we don't ship off, but I have lots of retail experience and would love to run that if you want!
  6. Roleplay Thread

    [Haha xD] "Hey, I'm cool if she is. She has nice perfume." Pam joked with a smile, remembering her perfume from earlier that morning. Pam walked over to Jason. "You're making me want a beer now," she said as she went over to the case and cracked open one for herself. "We can't drink too many of these, I don't want to get Trevor in trouble"
  7. Roleplay Thread

    Pam looks startled as Ryver walks in. "Whoa, hang on," she says in almost a protest, before Jason starts talking. It's then clear that she means no harm, even though she's holding a baseball bat. "Why did you follow us...with a baseball bat?" Pam asks, pointing to it, chuckling a bit
  8. Roleplay Thread

    Pam nods as Jason makes his way down the ladder, then once he's down she leads him to the liquor store, opening the door and waving to the cashier. He's young, messy brown hair with some facial hair, couldn't be more than 18 years old. "Hi Trevor, me and my friend Jason are going to be upstairs. Now remember, low profile." Pam explained as they made their way to the stairs. "uhh..okay," Trevor responds dumbly, staring at Pam like a puppy as she leads Jason to the back stairs. They climb up the stairs to the studio apartment. It's dusty, and full of boxes of booze. "Well it's not paradise, but we can hang out here for a few days." Pam said with a sigh. She went to the shades and shook them a bit, opening the window a crack to let some of the dust out.
  9. Roleplay Thread

    Pam rolled her eyes. "Okay fine, while you're there leave my door open so my cats can get out." Pam hands Jason the key to her place as they dart over to the back of the building. Pam reaches up and pulls down the escape ladder. "And put some clothes on, my god you look like you broke outta prison." Pam scolds playfully with a smile.
  10. Roleplay Thread

    Pam looked up from her phone. "Well that's good, maybe when you go back you can talk with her, get a feel." Pam texted a few ??'s to her liquor store friend, getting nervous. "DA's are friends with a lot of cops, and she might want to make sure her building is drug-free." Pam explained. Her phone vibrated. It was from the clerk, <Yeah no worries, come by whenever.> Pam looked up with a smile. "We're good to go." She ran over to the fence. "You well enough to hop over, or you need a boost?" Pam asked with a smile.
  11. Roleplay Thread

    Pam looked down the alleyway, "If we hop that fence, that back street will take us to the liquor store. I know the guy there, we can hide out there until things cool down a bit, then we can go to your place and clear it out." Pam explained. "Do you think that DA woman who lives in our building will report us? Is she on your good side, because I don't really know her that well." Pam asked Jason. She took out her cell phone and texted the liquor store clerk who's number she got earlier. <Hey, me and my friend need your help. Can we hang out in the studio upstairs? We can help around the store, but need to keep low profile>
  12. Roleplay Thread

    Pam whispered as they walked out the door, "Well, it sounds real enough to fool these assholes," She reasoned with a sly smile. As they got further away from the hospital, they ducked down an alleyway. "Hospital staff are used to cops barking orders, so that scam usually works. Just talk fast, and oh, have a badge." Pam smiled and showed Jason the police badge of a Lt. Arnold St. Peter. "Swiped this a long time ago, it comes in handy." She said with a grin. "And uh, so does this," She reached into her bag and grabbed out a pair of sweatpants. "You might want to cover up," she offered the pants, trying not to look at Jason's nearly exposed body.
  13. Roleplay Thread

    After Pam's place was cleaned of any contraband, she decided to go see if Jason was okay. She made her way down the stairs, and started walking towards the hospital, her car busted up and her having no way to fix it. She lit up a smoke, exhaling it quickly as she huffed down the road. She was worried, knowing how these situations could go down. But she had a plan, and she knew that these hospital visits can turn into a jail visit fast. She fished through her bag, hoping it was still there. After what seemed like a short time, she made her way to the hospital. The nurse at the counter looked bored, uninterested. "Hello, I'm looking for a Jason? Just admitted on an OD." Pam said coldly. The nurse looked up. "Who are you?" He asked monotone. Pam flashed a badge quickly. "Donna Simpson, PD, I'm his parole officer, here to pick him up. Now show me where he is." The nurse pointed and Pam took off. "Jason, here you are again." Pam announced after entering the room. The nurse looked at Pam with confusion. "Umm, excuse me, this is a private..." she began. Pam flashed the badge once more, "Donna Simpson, Parole Officer, this guy is coming with me, he's in violation of his parole. Let's go, Jason," Pam took the keys to the cuffs from the nurse, too startled by Pam's fast talking. She unbuckled the cuffs and threw Jason's arm around her shoulder and started walking out of the hospital.
  14. Roleplay Thread

    Pam made her way to the liquor store, and after a flirty encounter with the young guy working the counter, she got a discount bottle of Jack Daniel's. As she made her way back to her building, she saw an ambulance with Jason vomiting on the curb, and the DA woman helping him. She quickly ducked out of sight, listening in to the conversation. "...overdosed on heroin. Are you the one who called this in, ma'am?" She heard the paramedic ask the DA. "Shit," Pam said to herself. She knew what this meant, now their building was pegged as a drug spot. This meant cop cars driving by, visits from police officers, lots of attention that Pam didn't need. She waited for the paramedics to load Jason into the ambulance, then she quietly slid by and into the building, making her way up the stairs and into her apartment. She started cleaning up as quickly as she could, taking her old needles and throwing them into the trash, hiding her secret stash of blow in a safe spot nobody could ever find, and disposing of any other signs of drug use in her house. No doubt that DA lady is going to be coming here first for questions, Pam thought to herself. She also didn't want Jason to implicate her at all, hell she just met the guy, she didn't need to take the fall. It wasn't even her stash, Pam told herself, trying to relieve some of the guilt she felt about the whole situation. Maybe I'll visit him in the hospital after the heat dies down, she reasoned.
  15. Roleplay Thread

    Pam woke up on her couch, still feeling a good buzz, not really sure what time it was. She looked around, noticing Jason was gone. I guess I fell asleep, she said out loud to herself. She sat up, and went to the fridge. It was mostly empty except for an almost empty bottle of ketchup, old chinese chicken fingers, and some hot sauce. She threw it all together and began to eat it, digging around her messy apartment for some booze. After eating her "dinner", she couldn't find any booze at all. She sighed, pissed off. She went to get dressed, throwing on a white ratty tanktop, black jeans with high heel boots, and a black leather jacket to match. She grabbed her pack of smokes and left her apartment, right after throwing some ground beef and rice into a bowl for her kitties. She lit a cigarette as she walked down the stairs, still in a haze. Exiting the apartment, she looked around the street outside her house. She couldn't remember where the liquor store was, and she wasn't sure how she was going to be able to swipe a bottle of booze.
  16. Roleplay Thread

    Pam sighs, "She did get away with it. But she obviously knew someone, that's why didn't get caught." Pam reasoned. She felt her eyes slowly closing again. Her body was tingling and she giggled as her cat jumped on her lap again, while the other crawled over to Jason and began clawing at his shirt with its little claws. Pam giggled, enjoying this whole scenario.
  17. Roleplay Thread

    She nods, her eyes drooping. "Ah makes sense," She agreed, her voice slurring a bit. She perks up a bit, eyes widening. "Because he was famous and she wasn't. Classic gold digger move. Plus you can't shoot yourself with a shotgun with your hand. It's blowback is too strong. He'd need to pull the trigger with his toes if he did it." She added, laughing at the trashy women fighting on the television.
  18. Roleplay Thread

    Pam looks at the picture of Kurt, holding it up to her face. "He was a good looking guy," She said with a laugh, everything feeling fine. "I think she killed him," Pam said, pointing her finger at Jason tellingly. She handed him back the picture. She reached over to the end table, picking up a pack of menthol cigarettes, and lighting one up. She inhaled deeply, watching Jerry Springer on the television. "So, how come you didn't play in his band if you were buddy buddy with him?" Pam asked, raising an eyebrow.
  19. Roleplay Thread

    Pam takes the needle and fills it up with the good stuff. She flashes a toothy grin at Jason. "Are you kidding, of course! Come as You Are is one of my favorite songs," She says excitedly as she finds her vein in her arm. She lines up the tip of the needle and pushes it in deep, pushing the syringe down as she feels the instant relief from her dopesick, and her pupil pinpoint so all you can see are the fiery yellow and hazel irises of her eyes. She exhales and shudders a bit, before a long smile appears on her face as she slowly slumps back into the couch, her gaze slowly moving to Jason. She manages to sluggishly take the needle out of her arm and put it next to her. The tabby kitten jumps up onto her lap and rubs its head into her torso. She laughs as she moves the needle back into the pile of rubbish on her coffee table. "My data's outta my phone, but I have Nevermind around here somewhere, maybe in the radio." Pam explains, motioning over to the broken looking dual Radio/CD player.
  20. Roleplay Thread

    Pam laughs, "Yeah they're crackheads alright, I just found them behind the building a few weeks ago." Pam said with a chuckle. She grabbed the heroin the second she laid her eyes on it. Fishing around the clutter on her coffee table, ash flying up into the air, she grabbed her bent spoon, caked with residue, and a questionable looking syringe. She emptied the white powder onto the spoon and pulled out a lighter, lighting it up and heating it. "You having any? I don't think I have another needle." She said sheepishly, smiling nervously, her eyes hungrily focused on the smack soon to be in her veins.
  21. Roleplay Thread

    Pam walks over to the door, opening it to see Jason standing there with an open cigar box of paraphernalia. "Hey!" She chirps with a smile. "Come on in," She continunes, motioning into her cluttered apartment, tattered cloth pinned up to cover the windows, a variety of pillows and blankets spread out along with empty pizza boxes and takeout. Two small kittens can be seen roaming about the place, as well as a few dead plants. Pam walks over and sits down on the couch, dust popping up as she turns on the television to some daytime trash TV. She looks over at Jason with a smile.
  22. Roleplay Thread

    Pam's ears twitch as she turns to see the young professional woman talking at her and her new friend. She laughs nervously for a minute. "No no, miss, I was just inviting my new friend upstairs for some coffee," she replied quickly, winking at the girl, implying something different than drug use. She turned and stood up. "See you in a bit," She said almost flirtatiously to Jason, as she walked by the woman with her telling look, Pam smelt her perfume and her eyes lit up a bit. She recognized it as the same as her old social worker's She went upstairs to her apartment, giddy with the promise of getting high, and swiped off the empty chinese food boxes from her couch. she threw a blanket over the cushions to hide the stains. She laid down on the couch, and cracked open a beer she had lying around. It was lukewarm, but it didn't really bother her, it was an 8am beer, the booze she would drink later would be better.
  23. Roleplay Thread

    Pamela smiles and crosses her arms, "Well yeah, what are you up to now? I could definitely have some fun." She says, almost a little too hastily. She felt her withdrawals kicking in and she needed something to take the edge off. She looked around to her left and right, the other people looking busy. "We can go up to my place for a little while and take a slow ride," She whispered with a wink.
  24. Roleplay Thread

    Pam laughs at his gesturing. "Well, you got some 'party supplies'? Pam asks with a mischievous smile, imitating his gesture back to him. She flicks her cigarette over towards the door, picking up her mail and putting it in her lap. "By the way, my name's Pam." She says, pushing her hair back behind her ear, her shirt falling over her shoulder, showing off her pale skin, mostly from lack of sun, sweat showing on her skin and forehead.
  25. Roleplay Thread

    Pam smiles, "Oh so you're that guy, huh? I live upstairs from you." She chuckles. "It's okay, the way my nights go an earthquake couldn't wake me up." She jokes with a smile. Not as if I have a reason to get up anyway, She thinks to herself. Pam looks at the guy. "So, you like to party, or, what's your story? You in a band?" Pam questions playfully