Hope

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Day one, day one / Start over again
Step one, step one / I'm barely making sense
For now I'm faking it / 'Til I'm psuedo-making it
From scratch, begin again / But this time I as I
And not as we
- Not As We, Alanis Morissette -







The night air was thick with sirens as the rest of the police force converged on the railroad warehouse; cars surrounded the building, but it was ultimately unnecessary. What the force had come there to do, they'd already accomplished; now, it was just getting the criminals back to the police station where they belonged.


But, most of the police force was oblivious to who the true hero was, tonight. Yes, it was Jebidiah Kane; but was it Jebidiah Kane the Private Investigator, or Jebidiah Kane, Master of Thievery?

Perhaps it was best they remain oblivious, for the answer would probably not be swallowed easily by the more righteous minded in the force. Yes, probably best they do not know.


Things weren't sitting at all well with Meredith Kane, either -- her mind was in turmoil over all the things she'd just heard and seen. As the rest of the occupants of the building swarmed around the cars outside -- mostly preparing to bag, tag, and leave -- Meredith stood by the exit with her face in her hand, her husband speechless beside her.

"I-- I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this, Jeb. You-- you threatened to hurt a man's daughter. I'm so angry, but... I'm just so relieved it's all just overwith. I know it's so selfish, but... All I seem to care about is that my I'm not the one being taken away, right now."


"And Meredith, you're not going to be. Ever." Jebidiah took his wife by the shoulders, doing his best to comfort her. "It's in the past, now."

"But Carolina, and Thomas... They know..."

"And no one is going to believe a word they say, after what I said about it being false evidence. It was my own damn fault that Naomi ended up finding that on my computer -- but now, it doesn't matter. You're as good as proven 'not-guilty', Mere. It's done."


"And-- and Naomi?" Meredith said, still quivering.

"Naomi used our daughter, Meredith. She betrayed the trust we put in her. Those sort of decisions aren't made by innocent, sweet little girls." Jeb frowned when he realized that that didn't seem to be making his wife feel the least bit better. "And Mere, there wasn't any way that I was going to let her get hurt. I gave Naomi the option to cooperate,so she could even the score she set with me. Now, all is forgiven. Do you understand?"

"I... I guess. But I'm still not sure how I feel about it."

"And you're allowed to feel however you want about it, Meredith, but, you have to understand," Jebidiah said after taking a deep breath. "This is my life. I can't be someone I'm not anymore. Not even for you. If that means you want to leave me..."


"Oh, Jeb..." Meredith quickly took him into her arms, wrapping them about his neck. "No, nothing like that. I mean, I'm not really all that happy about all of this, but..."

"...But?"


"But," she answered as she pulled far enough away to look into her husband's eyes. "I realized a long time ago that I love you, and this is part of who you are. I won't always agree with you, Jeb, and I won't always be happy about it; but I married you because I love you, not you pretending to be someone else. Even if it means I've gotta put up with this for the rest of my life... I wouldn't want to put up with it from anyone else."

"So... You're okay with this?" Jeb asked, so surprised that he couldn't help but smile.

"Not perfectly okay, but..." Meredith smirked. "I certainly could have done a lot worse."

As they pulled apart, Jebidiah couldn't help but chuckle to himself -- he could probably say the same. He was incredibly lucky to have someone like her.


"Well, looks like everything's taken care of, Jeb," Tana said as she approached them, the rest of the cops behind her now starting to put the criminals into their cars. "Between this and the evidence that Tatianna gave us, we've got enough to ensure the Lemans stick behind bars, this time."

"Good. And no questions asked, correct?"

"Correct. Tatianna's agreed to put everything she ever knew about the Kanes and Chandra Hawkins out of print so long as she gets her portion of the goods."


"Well, I'll make sure we get what we need out of here before any of your cronies decide to come in here and tally it all up," Jeb said stiffly, pointing towards the crates. "We won't be getting much out of it this time, since Tatianna's got a rather skewed idea of what 'fair' is, but it's worth it in the end."


When Tana scowled, Jeb shrugged and continued, "It's a small price to pay for what we've gotten. Now the Lemans are out of our hair, and there's nothing else in our way from taking over this town."

"Well," said a voice creeping up behind Jebidiah. "Except the politicians, but I think I've got my finger on a perfect candidate to... persuade to our cause, boss." Marta brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes as she smiled at her accomplices.

Jebidiah laughed, still looking at his law enforcing sister-in-law. "I think she's just saying that so she can do something other than just flip a light switch, this time."

"Hey!" Marta yelped, whacking her boss on the arm. "It was a  very complicated light switch, thank-you-very-much!"


As Marta whipped out her wrench to prove just how complicated it was, Jebidiah continued to laugh -- but this time, his laugh changed.

It was not the laugh of amusement, but of the sudden euphoria of power; the criminals were his, the police force was his, and now the government was only a small step away. There would be many positions of power in Twinbrook, all wearing different faces -- but underneath at all, there was only really one man pulling the strings:


And thus, the new Emperor of Evil was born.





With each small push she made, the metal chains in her hands sang a rusty melody against the pole they hung from; Alesha swung to and fro, going no where, watching the world in front of her as if she were apart from it. The swings were a small escape, but at least she found one.
 

The view before her slowly darkened as the sun began to fall yet again, and as the sky turned colors she grudgingly considered that it was time to go home. The beach, the lake, the trees were peaceful -- but Alesha knew she couldn't stay here forever.


It made her happy, though, this place -- you could feel serene in the midst of a storm, or alone in the midst of a crowd.

But, as she smiled at the beauty around her, she didn't realize how quite not-alone she really was.

Bradley could feel his courage dwindling the longer he watched her, so when he felt the urge to run away, he gently cleared his throat. "Er, hi Alesha."


When she stood -- more out of surprise than anything -- her face fell from it's content smile to a pained grimace, seeing who it was who was speaking to her.

"Please, Brad," she began, her voice weak. "I honestly don't have the energy to go through this, again. I get it, you don't want anything to do with me -- you don't have to rub salt in the wound, you know."

"Salt in the-- No, Alesha. That's not why I'm here."

Alesha raised a brow, now skeptical. "Then... why?"


"Look, Alesha," Brad began, his voice shaking from nervousness. "I know I haven't been very nice to you, the past few weeks. I could give you a list of excuses on why I've been the way I have, but in the end, they'd all just sound pretty stupid. There's not really anything I can do to make up for that, and... Well, I'm honestly really sorry. You didn't deserve that from me."

"I--" Alesha paused, biting her lip. "I guess, it's okay. I understand, Brad."


"I know you're still not all that happy with me, but... There's something else," Brad said slowly, the shakes in his words now spreading to his hands.

"And what's that?"

"It's just-- Those things I said to you, Alesha... They aren't true. I was just afraid of moving on, and I was just saying anything I could to prevent it from happening."


Alesha's face barely seemed to change; she still seemed so sad, and now her eyes averted to the ground, avoiding looking into his gaze.

"Alesha--" He said, reaching out to take her hand from her side. "From the very beginning, you cared about me more than I thought anyone ever could. Every step of the way you've tried to help me, to comfort me, to be my friend... Even to love me. I didn't see it before, but now I do. Now I really see how you feel about me..."


"And... and I think," Brad said, closing his eyes as he clenched her hand even tighter in his. "I feel the same way, about you. Even when I feel the worst about everything that's happened, you always find a way to make me feel whole again. It's going to be hard for me, moving on, but... I think I can do it, if I have you."


"What are you--" Alesha began, but was cut off by Brad, who was now finally beginning to smile.

"What I mean is," he said, looking deep into Alesha eyes. "I want to give 'us' a try, Alesha. I want to try to be the guy for you that takes care of you like you take care of me."


"You mean... You want to-- to be with me? Really?" Alesha still was trapped in disbelief, but the smile on Bradley's face began to melt that away; she could see that he was sincere.

"Really," Bradley said, confirming it.


But it wasn't until Bradley leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers that all her worries finally melted away; yes, he was finally ready to move on.

And, when he shared his first kiss with her, the last weight on his heart finally faded; Bradley knew, finally, he'd be okay.




"Aaaaggh, Travis, you're-- Ouch! That was my elbow!"

"Sorry!"


Travis turned at a different angle, but it still didn't seem to be perfect. He didn't care, though; he was going to get it, even if it took all day.

"Why are we even doing this, again? This is so ridiculous," Jade grumbled into Travis' ear. "I've walked into your house, like, a thousand times already. The chivalry is already kinda wasted."

"Pffft, whatever," he responded, rolling his eyes. "This is your first time coming in with this as your house, and I don't want you tripping over your two left feet to be the first memory you have of moving in."


"Besides," he continued, inching a bit more through the doorframe. "If I'm gonna have a girl move in with me, I'm gonna do it right, okay?"

"Agh," Jade said, rolling her eyes this time. "Whatever it takes to make you stop being a baby about it."

Travis, however, was having a hard time concentrating on getting Jade through the door; as he paused, he noticed someone standing on the street corner... And a pit sunk deep into his stomach.


"What's wrong, Travis?" Jade muttered, impatiently wiggling her toes.

"Er, nothing," he responded. "Why?"

"Becaaaauuuseee... You're just standing there?"

"Oh, right! Right. Sorry." Travis cleared his throat, and then finally began to turn and ease the girl held in his arms through the door.


"There! See, that wasn't so bad," he said with a smirk as he crossed the threshold. "Welcome home, Ms. Greenwood."

"Eeerrggh! Just put me down, already!" Jade was getting fidgety in his arms, but at least she was finding it in her to giggle about it. "Just because I'm clumsy doesn't make me a freakin' damsel in distress!"


The sound of Jade's laughter flodded the street as Travis began to tickle her, leaving the sole occupant of the sidewalk only one choice -- to leave.

Lolly felt the pain, but the thick Racket blood in her helped her keep her composure. There was nothing more she could do, and no sense crying about it -- with a deep breath and a gritting of teeth, Lolly turned, slowly, and walked away.

Travis had made his choice, and it was not her.


"That better?" Travis said as he carefully let Jade's legs fall to the ground.

"Much," she said, a smile beaming brightly on her face. "Now... How about some pancakes?"

"That sounds amazing," he smiled back. Nope, nothing could quite ease the commitment jitters like the best food on the planet -- and she knew the way straight to his heart.




Yes, who we are has much to do with where we came from and how we were raised -- but in the end, what truly defines us is the choices that we make.

These choices had led the Kanes down very different paths, but this time -- this day -- it was a path of victory and success. The Kanes were finally reaching the life that they deserved, for better or for worse.


Whether it was a plan for domination that was finally beginning to manifest...


... a step into a commitment that could lead into happily ever after...


... or even just reaching out their arms, and giving someone a chance -- the Kanes were finally taking a path towards a new life and new hope, and a place where happiness could be found.


But, this may not be true for all, for there is still a story that is yet to be written; for others, the paths are only just starting to begin --


Paths leading where only the stars can see.

37 comments:

Dee December 18, 2010 at 1:09 PM  

I haven't read the story part yet. I just watched the video. Where's my kleenex?
I can't imagine how many clips you went through and how much time that took.
It's awesome Kaleeko. It really is.
Gave me chilly bumps.
Now I'm going to go read.

Chrysame December 18, 2010 at 1:35 PM  

Perfect song. Alanis always gets to me one way or another. You have a real talent for this, Kaleeko.

The wrap up post ended beautifully as well. Mia and the whole big world just waiting for her.

Loved this.

Kaleeko December 18, 2010 at 1:41 PM  

Thank you, guys. :) <3 You make me all blush-y.

Dee - I have no idea how many clips I took, but even as many as I got, it wasn't enough. When making a video, it's smart to get 3 times as many as you think you need because in the end, you're almost always short. I ended up having to use some I didn't like because I underestimated.

Chrysame - I dunno about talent, but thank you. :) Every video I make I learn more about what to do/not do, so hopefully my next one is even better.

I really loved getting the shots of Amelia and the sky; yep, the whole world's her oyster, now. Well. Bridgeport, at least!

I hope it made a happy ending to an often not-so-happy season.

Dee December 18, 2010 at 1:52 PM  

OMG!!! Jeb is completely taking over Twinbrook. I can see it now. He is going to take over each town he comes to and eventually rule the world.
Oh Jeb. You have stolen my heart with your evil red Emperor of Evil glow, you, bad, boy, you.

*sniff* I'm so happy for Bradley and Alesha that I could cry. But I won't.

LMAO at Travis trying to carry Jade through the door until I saw Lolly. I was glad to see she left.

Ohhhhkaaaaay. Hmmmmm, wonder what Amelia is going to be up to.

Awesome. Fantastic.

Kaleeko December 18, 2010 at 1:58 PM  

Thanks, Dee :D *squeeze* The red glow does suit Jeb, doesn't it? ;)

It was actually really annoying, because he kept getting promoted all the time so I had to freeze the careers on their house so Jeb wouldn't be walking around with the glow all the time.

Hmm -- I guess I'm gonna leave it up to PiB to pinpoint what politician it is that Marta's going to be going after... ;) Mwahahaha.

Glad you enjoyed it, Dee. See, I can do happy posts!! I can, I can!!

Dee December 18, 2010 at 2:07 PM  

I do know of a certain sim who joins politics many times on his own. But. I too will let PiB tell it.

Yes, you did a very happy post.
Well I can see why he kept getting promoted. :)

Chrysame December 18, 2010 at 2:31 PM  

I know exactly which politician Marta is going to seduce to the dark side and I couldn't be happier about it.

PiB December 18, 2010 at 3:01 PM  

You must have been sitting on some of those clips so long they nearly hatched on their own. It was a lovely way to pull Brad's story together into one piece.

Aww, he did let Naomi walk into that on her own. Better actress then I thought. Though at the age she did the crime, I wouldn't lay too much blame on her.

Another Awww, Mere finally comes to terms with the real Jeb - the one only happy with his life of crime.

LOL - now why would I know what politician little Marta has her heart set on seducing? And this will make girlfriend number what 4? for dear old Sammy?

Ah Jeb, you make such a lovely red glow.

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Finally, our fav little geek is ready to go for life instead of chasing the dead. Hopefully Alesha gets over feeling stunned and over any left bad feelings.

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Hurray Travis moved Jade in. I had a small hint from a dropped spoiler that it would happen but it's still good to see. Poor Lolly but I'm sure that baby belongs to someone else.

Love Amelia looking to the stars. The Kane future is looking bright.

Damn, does this mean we'll be seeing a lot less of Jeb and the boys though? I'll miss them.

PiB December 18, 2010 at 3:02 PM  

gack, that was epic comments.

Chrysame December 18, 2010 at 3:05 PM  

Who is the father of Lolly's baby?

Kaleeko December 18, 2010 at 3:11 PM  

Yes, but I <3 epic comments!

But aye -- the politician is Sammy. I'm not sure if her involvement with him will ever take fruition in the blog, but I'm not looking that far ahead, yet. Next season is pretty much Amelia centric, so Jeb's new position as 'Emperor' is leaving the spotlight for now.

The boys will be seen occasionally, but for the most part, the next Season will focus almost exclusively on Mia. However, I haven't quite decided how long it's going to be yet, or how many trips back to Twinbrook she'll take. I know of at least one that'll happen, though.

I'll miss writing about the boys, but hopefully Amelia is entertaining enough that you all don't miss them *too* much. :)

Oh, and about Naomi -- she's ambitious enough to do what it takes to get herself out of this mess. Still, if she didn't cooperate, Jeb would've kidnapped her anyways. She didn't have a *lot* of choice in the matter.

Kaleeko December 18, 2010 at 3:14 PM  

The father of Lolly's baby is...

... Hmmm, should I spoil it or no?!

Okay, I'll spoil it. ;D The father is actually Lolly's boyfriend (who I can't name for the life of me), but Travis does not know this. I'll talk about it a bit more in the Wrap Up, because it's pretty darn funny how it happened.

Dee December 18, 2010 at 3:29 PM  

*breathes sigh of relief* I am so glad Travis is not the father.

PiB December 18, 2010 at 3:31 PM  

Well at least I know Sammy is there an with a girlfriend that might cope with my grumpy charismatic boy.

Unlike Thomas hauled away to prison leaving 3 children to fend for themselves. At least Naomi is a teen. Ah my poor flirty Tom, choose mates more carefully next time. ;)

You'll have to prove Mia entertaining enough on her own. Go forth and write. LOL

Kaleeko December 19, 2010 at 5:15 PM  

I think Thomas generally picks good mates, he just got unlucky being married to the town Bike. An evil town Bike. Under the control of Kaleeko. >.> I like how it's worked out, though, because it makes for an interesting story.

I really go look forward to writing Amelia; it's going to be a bit of a change of pace and style, but it'll be refreshing to try out something a little different.

It's just gonna be a bit more work than before, because before I basically just started "painting" and after a while realized where I was headed and then went there; this time, it's more like I have a big set of pieces and I'm trying to make a sculpture. I've got a lot of pieces of the story, I just dunno how to fit them together yet.

Also, I am VERY VERY annoyed right now. I had a couple crashes because I didn't realize one of the babies in my neighborhood was corrupted (I ended up having to delete and replace him, lesigh), and I just crashed again for who knows what reason.

My game almost never crashes, these days. 4 crashes in one day makes for a very grouchy Kaleeko. -_-

PiB December 19, 2010 at 5:24 PM  

On reflection, I was very sad to learn that Naomi agreed to Jeb's scheme since it ends with both parents in jail. It is reminiscent of just a few episodes ago where Jeb gets philosophical about "if the kids to something that lands us in jail, we probably deserve it." Le sigh.

:) Trying a new pace and style - that can be both a help and a hindrance. Trust me, I do know about *that* one. And I have done the I know where the story needs to go, just not quite how it's going to fit together.

Sounds like you'll be having an interesting time working out a different style.

Awww, poor Kaleeko. About the only time my game does multiple crashes is when someone in town is getting corrupted. Haven't had a baby yet, it's usually an elder who failed to make an appointment with the reaper. Including Indiana Sam - I knew he was the problem when the game crashed the moment I tried to send him on a holiday.

Hope you find the cause of the crashing! Hugs

Kaleeko December 19, 2010 at 5:57 PM  

Naomi was just doing what she thought was right. She loves both her parents (though probably her dad more than her mum), but didn't agree with what they were doing anymore. But, like I've mentioned before somewhere, they won't be in jail forever. They didn't murder anyone or anything. :P

Besides, if she'd *really* had a choice, things may have been different. It's hard to say, since I haven't considered 100% of all the possibilities.

I think the reason I crashed that time was memory overload or something. It started with not being able to turn the camera, then not move it at all, and then time stopped, and the game essentially froze. It may have sorted itself out after a while, but I waited about 10 minutes and it didn't do anything, so I shut it off.

It just annoys me because I'd designed like 4 new outfits and made a bunch of adjustments to a house I've been working on. I don't mind losing playtime, but I do mind losing created stuff.

Oh well. XD

PiB December 19, 2010 at 6:04 PM  

Yeah, I hate it if I crash on those rare occasions when I've been putting work into a house - or new lots into a neighborhood - or anything else that you put a lot of time into.

I was having a particularly annoying glitch for awhile involving cameras. The keyboard controls weren't working when my Sims (mostly Phillip) were trying to take a series of shots in one place.

Eventually it sorted itself out but it might have been after I deleted the cache files for the game.

M.J. December 20, 2010 at 2:40 AM  

Love the ending of this. Amelia is the new star, then.
Although, I must say.. I'm very intrigue about the possibility of the Lemans trying to take their second chance to win over Twinbrook.
I'm glad that Bradley is happy with Alesha now.
The video is amazing. This chapter is beautifully written as well. Great job.

And oh, I'm glad that it wasn't Travis's.

Kaleeko December 20, 2010 at 6:55 PM  

Amelia's gonna be the main topic of interesting next season, yup yup. ^^ I distinctly left her out of the end of this Season so that you aren't sick of her too fast.

I can guarantee, this isn't the last of the Lemans. They'll return in one form or another. ;)

It's great to see Bradley happy again, isn't it? He'll have his grumpy moments, but, Alesha is the world's cheerer-upper.

Thank you so much, MJ. Many <3's!

Jennifer December 23, 2010 at 5:19 AM  

I think Jeb did the right thing, Naomi is not right. lol
Meredith just had to forgive him. But is he still lying to her, I think yes.

Emperor of Evil, good lord! Watch out Twinbrook!

Alesha and Brad, awww, so cute. Yey yey yey for Brad!

So it was Jade that Travis rang. This is going to be interesting, them living together.
I see he took the non-baby route. lol
I'm wondering if this is the last we hear from Lolly though?

And oh what is going on with Amelia?
What path is she going to take? You mentioned stars, hmmm.

I look forward to seeing what you bring us next! Great job Kaleeko! :)

Jennifer December 23, 2010 at 5:21 AM  

P.S. I just had to read another chapter before I went to bed.
It's only 20 past midnight but I'm really tired, we did a lot today! lol

Jennifer December 23, 2010 at 5:27 AM  

Oh my gosh, I forgot to comment on your awesome video. lol

The emotions I felt when I watched that, Kaleeko, it was amazing. So sad. But a happy ending.
I'd never heard this song before either, it was perfect. ;)

...now off to bed.

Kaleeko December 23, 2010 at 6:46 PM  

You're caught up! *cheer!*

Jeb makes an awesome Emperor of Evil, no? ;) Alesha and Brad are pretty adorable together, but I wish I had more time to talk about their relationship before moving on. Still, all the time in the future.

I hope next Season is a kicker, though. ;) Amelia's going to be an interesting one to write about.

Thank you for all the sweet words. <3 I appreciate all of them.

PiB December 23, 2010 at 8:17 PM  

I'm gonna make a true confession here. I'm really not that fond of Alesha and not keen at all on a Brad/Alesha relationship.

Why?

Well, I've never warmed to Alesha. I'm glad she got Brad to stop trying to kill Trav. And that she's been there but...

She's just a marshmallow. She has been dumped on and forgives all of it easily. Plus it feels like Brad is just falling for the second girl he ever met that likes him. Same as last time.

So I guess I really want Brad to be attracted to a girl for reasons other than the she's the next one that happens to like him. I want him to find a soul mate, not just a mate...

Hmm, quite hypocritical in its own way heaven knows enough of my Sims end up with the first one they seem compatible with. But I want Brad, who has been through a lot, to end up with something truly remarkable... and Alesha just doesn't seem like that....

Chrysame December 23, 2010 at 8:59 PM  

I feel quite the opposite, PiB. I identify quite a bit with Alesha. I think she shows remarkable strength in getting through all the crap she's had to take. Sometimes, as a child, it's easier to get through by just remaining quiet. Inside, you don't feel quiet or forgiving but that's what you have to do to get by.

Screaming and getting in someone's face doesn't indicate strength to me. Alesha is resilient. I wouldn't be surprised if she's gone out in the middle of no where and had a good scream or two.

PiB December 23, 2010 at 9:21 PM  

Well, it's not the quiet or lack of getting in someone's face.

I was the quiet one who was picked on by some of my classmates.

I think it's more the ease of forgiveness. Then again, my motto at one point in my life was "I may forgive, I never forget"

Sigh, apparently some scars run very deep indeed. And not one of them is physical.

Chrysame December 23, 2010 at 9:29 PM  

Absolutely, PiB. Some scars last forever, they may not bother you for a long time but, eventually, you'll feel them, again.

I think that's the case with Alesha. At least, that's the way I interpret her. I see her as the forgiving but not forgetting sort. Maybe I'm projecting but I like thinking she'll be a fair, fierce momma.

PiB December 23, 2010 at 9:32 PM  

Ack, I managed to totally depress myself with those reflections.

Time to bake some cookies

Chrysame December 23, 2010 at 9:37 PM  

*hugs* PiB.

I made white chocolate chip cookies today for my daughter. It is soothing.

Kaleeko December 23, 2010 at 9:38 PM  

*flail* No more depression around Christmas-time! I command thee all! See, even I'm gonna go grab some sweet tea vodka and have myself a ball. ^^

I understand not really 'feeling it' for Alesha, but at this point she hasn't really shown much of herself. What you guys know of her so far is that she's loving, caring, and is willing to see people for far more than their mistakes, and is willing to forgive pretty much anything as long as they feel bad about it.

In and of itself it's not that complex, but she does have a quiet strength. Though, how she deals with 'shielding' herself from getting angry will show itself later on--and no, it's not screaming in the woods, though that is an amusing thought, hee.

Alesha's scars run deep, and that's part of the reason that she and Brad click so well--they both have hurt and suffered. Leaning on each other, they've come to grow and bond, despite their differences--and I hope that's something that comes to show in the coming months as the story continues.

Fierce and fair momma--that sounds about right, Chrysame. ;) At least, how I perceive her, as well. That's a looong ways off, though, so we'll see.

PiB December 23, 2010 at 9:39 PM  

I'm making dark chocolate chip cookies!

Kaleeko December 23, 2010 at 9:42 PM  

Forgot to say: But yeah, Chrysame--you pretty much nailed my perception of Alesha right on the head. My god are you a mind reader or what? Srsly.

Oh, and dark chocolate cookies sound *awesome*. Om nomnom.

PiB December 23, 2010 at 9:51 PM  

Chrysame is a mind reader. I hate to think how many times she's got stuff on my blog right.

PiB December 23, 2010 at 10:11 PM  

cookie therapy proceeding well. batch one of the choc chip cookies in oven.

Dee December 24, 2010 at 6:16 AM  

Only have a couple of minutes but just had to drop in on this.
I see Alesha as a person who has grown up under very bad circumstances. I feel someone who has grown up the way she has just gets tougher. She wouldn't want to argue if at all possible because she has spent her life listening to it. She would be faithful because she has seen what pain and suffering, not being faithful can bring to a family. She would be the best friend a person could have because she knows how it feels to be hurt by others. Trust is another thing entirely. Trust would have to be earned.
I could be wrong about all of it as I am many times. :)

Kaleeko December 24, 2010 at 8:50 AM  

You're definitely on right with "she wouldn't want to argue because she's spent her life listening to it", Dee. And, she's definitely not as fragile as she was when she was little--she's a tough little goody-two-shoes, now.

I do think she's fairly open to trust, though. Even after all the things her dad put her mom through, her mom still managed to believe he would change; and Alesha's sort of inherited that. She's also the queen of 'second chances'... But not so much thirds.

When her trust is gone, it's gone for good.

Though, there's one person that she will never, ever ever give a second chance to--pretty sure you all know who that is. :P

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