Misty - Gen 1 Ch 1

Meet Misty Whisperwind. Artistic, Charismatic, and Flirty, she Loves the Outdoors and is a Hopeless Romantic. Her goal in life is Golden Tongue, Golden Fingers....

Wait! Hold it just one minute here. You call that a back story? Borrriiing! Come on, surely you can come up with something better than that. This is my life we're talking about, after all.

Sigh. So that's how it's gonna be, is it? Alrighty then.  How about this?

She appeared out of the fog one misty June morning, her bare footprints trailing out of the surf onto the soft sand of an almost deserted Los Angienos beach. Rumors started flying soon after. Exotic and seductive, it was whispered that she was descended from the mythical sirens. And when she played her guitar, men claimed they were lured in by the sound of the wind and sea in her music. But that is all they were, rumors. For if Misty knew from whence she had come, she wasn't telling.

Much better, thank you.

It's your first day in LA, Misty. What do you want to do first? Join the music career, perhaps? Or visit the park, practice your guitar for a while? No? Oh, you want to go to the town hall, I see. Are you going to register as an independent musician, I hope?

No, no and no. I want to be a politician. Mayor Misty, it has a nice alliterative ring to it, don't you think?

Hmm, I guess. Okay then, what next?

Well, if I want to make it in politics, I need take a charisma class, don't you agree?

Are you sure? It costs a lot, and you don't have very much money left after renting that condo near the beach. You could just practice in a mirror.

I'm sure. I really really want to take this class. I just won't buy a couch.

Now to try out my new charming introduction. Robert seems like a nice guy. I think a little flirting is in order here.

Uh, Misty, I'm pretty sure that girl is his girlfriend...you might want to rethink the flirting bit.

Hmm, I see what you mean. Not the reaction I was hoping for. Oh well, there's always more fish in the sea. In fact, I see another one now.

"Come and jam with me, Tyrone!"

Can you believe he had a keyboard with him? This is way fun. Tyrone is pretty smooth on his keyboard.  Plus he's kinda cute. Maybe I'll have better luck flirting with him.

Maybe. I'd suggest getting to know him a little better before you try. You remember what happened with Robert.

Good idea.

"Hi, I'm Misty. Mhmmm. I see. So you are a get-a-way driver, how fascinating."

Misty, are you sure you wanna flirt with this guy? He's a criminal for pete's sake.

Just watch me. Hehe.

So how do you like the apartment I picked out for you?

Well, aside from the flashing neon sign right outside the window, and the no furniture problem, it's pretty nice. I can see the ocean! That's pretty cool.

If you hadn't spent all that money on your charisma class...

Yeah, yeah. It was totally worth it. I don't need a couch.

It's Friday night, and you know what that means?

Lots of time to go out and try to meet the love of your life, find someone to have babies with, that sort of thing?

Heck no, time to partay! I just invited everyone I know over! Hopefully they'll bring food, I can't afford to feed them.

I thought you invited Tyrone? I don't see him.

I did. He didn't come. His brother did, though. And everyone from work showed! And brought food! My boss looks like he likes my music, don't you think? Maybe he'll give me a promotion.

I'm truly amazed. Not only did everyone except Tyrone show up, they all said they had a great time. I'm not sure how you managed that with no furniture, and a broken dishwasher, but I am duly impressed. To bad you forgot to put all that leftover food away, though.

Ha. Just for that I'm gonna leave it all here. Except for this bowl. The rest of it stays.

Whatever. You're the one who has to live with it, not me.

Oh, good call, spending more time with that criminal friend of yours.

Yup, we're almost best friends now. And for your information there is more to him than just his career.

Well, maybe I was wrong about him. You do need to find a boyfriend, hopefully sooner than later. If you really like him...

Hey, I don't like him like that, silly. I just like to jam with him. He plays a mean keyboard, you know.

I must admit, you do sound pretty good together. I still think you should reconsider the whole 'just friends' thing, though. Doesn't the hopeless romantic in you want a boyfriend, just a little?

Just for you, I'll give it a try. See? I'm trying.

I don't see any flirting going on at all, just talking.

I just can't do it, sorry. No urge to flirt at all.

I think I want pie for breakfast this morning. At the Bistro.

Nothing like spending ten percent of your current bank account on a piece of pie.

It's good pie. I'll be in a good mood all day, that can't hurt, can it?

I guess not. Okay, now what? It's Sunday. Now that you are in such a good mood, do you want to go meet some potential boyfriends?

Nah, I'd much rather get a tattoo. Or several.

That's going to leave you with precious little in your bank account, you know.

Don't worry, I think I'm gonna get a promotion tomorrow, then I'll be set again.

Hmph. They turned out better than I thought. Still too expensive, though.

My favorite is the dolphin jumping over my belly button. Oh! I just had a great idea! I wanna to shopping! I'm going to the consignment store, maybe they'll have a music box!

Ahh... isn't this just beautiful? Aren't you proud of me? I bought the 89 simoleon fluffy bunny one  instead of the 279 simoleon mummy one.

Only because you didn't have 279 simoleons in your bank account.

Maybe...

Eeee! I'm so excited! I got my promotion. Now I can buy that easel I've always wanted!

Always as in never even thought about it before today, and now you just gotta have it?

You know me too well.

So lets see, your bank account is almost empty again, and so far you've bought a tattoo, a music box, an easel, and a 50 simoleon piece of pie. Such great money management, I'm almost blown away.

Whatever. Let's talk about something else. I've had it with Tyrone. I really want to hang out with him, but every time I call, he says he doesn't feel like hanging out. Enough of this. I want to meet someone new.

Finally! Let's go!

How about this guy? He seems nice. And I'm pretty sure he's not a criminal.

Eh, he's okay I guess. I'd stay and talk to him some more, but I'm about to starve. There's a bar across the street, maybe I could get some nachos?

Pretty cool place, but I wonder why it's so empty?

Just a guess, but it's 3am on a Wednesday, and everyone is home sleeping because they have to get up and go to work in the morning? Speaking of which, shouldn't you be doing the same thing?

Whatever for? I'm not sleepy in the least. I think I'll check out the VIP section.

You can try, but I don't think they'll let you in.

Haha, that's what you think. Just watch me. Viola! VIP section, here I come!

Okay, I was wrong, I admit it. You managed to get in.

Oh. My. Looky who we have here, hiding out in the VIP section. What do you think of him? Pretty hot, yes? I'm feeling some flirts coming on. Too bad he's in bartender mode and won't talk to me except for stupid mixologist conversations.

Yeah, too bad. And from what I hear, the bartenders in this town work pretty much around the clock, and hide out in their apartments when they're off duty. I think you better forget about flirting with this guy.

No way. I just need a little help from you. You just watch when he leaves work, and follow him home. Then you can tell me where he lives. Pleaaasssse?

So you want me to stalk him for you?

I wouldn't call it that.

Sigh. There you go. Red brick apartment building downtown. His name is Diego.

Thank you, thank you. You won't regret this, I promise. 

Hehe, see! What did I tell you. After I chatted him up this morning, as soon as I snuck in here tonight, he asked me to dance!

Well played, Misty, well played. Such a nice guy. And so compatible. A hopeless romantic like you, great kisser, even nurturing - good choice. Much better than that klepto Tyrone. You know I checked up on him recently. He's a vampire now, I guess that's why he stopped going out during the day.

I'll just leave you two alone now.

Thanks.