***CASTING CALL*** New Beginnings****CLOSED
:star: Casting Call :star: If you read my story, New Beginnings, you know Gen 3 is fast approaching. Here's where I need your help! I am in need of both male and female sims that will become friend...
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Sim Name: Elliot Gray
Backstory:
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We were a very tight-knit community. We had to be. We didn't trust outsiders and usually for a good reason. They rarely brought us any good, except for when they came to see the performance.
When I was a kid, other kids enjoyed my company. They loved it, when I showed them tricks. They never got bored of me, because me and my people never stayed long at one place. I was always a breath of fresh air in their mundane lives.
When I grew up, things changed. Girls still liked me, even more than before. But the same boys who used to beg me to show them more tricks, all of a sudden had only bad names for me. They would often chase me through the streets and give me beating, if they caught me. Most times they didn't, because I was faster. I was like a wind.
It took a while to get used to the name calling. To outsiders we were gypsies and thieves. I've never stolen anything in my life.
But none of it mattered when we were flying high in the air under the tent top. None of it mattered when the spectators cheered and applauded. None of it mattered when they gasped. None of it mattered when her fingers slipped out of my hand. After that night nothing mattered anymore.
After a tragedy Elliot left the Gray circus and his people for good. He's currently employed as a high rise building window cleaner.
We were a very tight-knit community. We had to be. We didn't trust outsiders and usually for a good reason. They rarely brought us any good, except for when they came to see the performance.
When I was a kid, other kids enjoyed my company. They loved it, when I showed them tricks. They never got bored of me, because me and my people never stayed long at one place. I was always a breath of fresh air in their mundane lives.
When I grew up, things changed. Girls still liked me, even more than before. But the same boys who used to beg me to show them more tricks, all of a sudden had only bad names for me. They would often chase me through the streets and give me beating, if they caught me. Most times they didn't, because I was faster. I was like a wind.
It took a while to get used to the name calling. To outsiders we were gypsies and thieves. I've never stolen anything in my life.
But none of it mattered when we were flying high in the air under the tent top. None of it mattered when the spectators cheered and applauded. None of it mattered when they gasped. None of it mattered when her fingers slipped out of my hand. After that night nothing mattered anymore.
After a tragedy Elliot left the Gray circus and his people for good. He's currently employed as a high rise building window cleaner.
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