Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

23 - It's Not the Fall ...

Analise heard the shot, but it sounded like a rope snapping in the wind, and paid it no attention. The scream was a sea-gull's call; the dull thud the sound of the incoming tide against the hull; the commotion the typical, adrenalin-fuelled, teenage hullabaloo. She did, however, register the park staff on their mega-phones calling for people to remain calm and leave the ship. She extricated herself from the bow and crossed to the stairs leading to the main deck. Just below, lying at an impossible angle, at the foot of the mast, was the woman wearing the same top.

She was clutching a length of rope, the end of which was frayed.

The next thing Analise remembered was being violently sick in her chalet.

Analise had never seen a corpse before that afternoon. She didn't know what worried her more, the fact she'd seen one, or now, after the initial physical reaction had worn off, that she didn't care. "You are one psychological and emotional screw-up", she said to herself. "And a hungry one at that", she replied, "Shall we eat out again?", "Why thank-you, yes."

Looking for Mel's make-up kit, she came across the journal stuffed in her bag. "How did you get in there?" She opened it at random. Dense, cursive script crawled across the page. She tried to read some, but the words squirmed and twisted before her eyes as if they didn't want to be deciphered. The little she could make out was gibberish. Absently, as for any other book she was reading so as not to lose her place, she lay it face down on the side table. She applied lip-stick and mascara with a slight dab of blusher, and headed for the restaurant ...

... work it, own it!

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