Before anything, I would like to say that my Hawke Revival is a breather, from life and from my Blood of the Mayfair, so updates won't be as frequent or as long. This is like an outlet for/of my dead brain cells which I hope to revive. Thus, the title. No, I just came up with that seconds before you've reached this point in the paragraph. But I have to say that I'm starting to enjoy it more that I did the first time I set this up, so as long as exams aren't hounding me, I'll probably upload more often. I hope you stay with Carver and his passage through his Sim life.
And no, this won't be as heavy in plot as Mayfair. This is the product of my whims and self-dialogues.
To avoid confusion, he'll be Hawke, whatever the identity he takes.
From here forward, the interrupting voice shall be the Invisible Weirdo, which is, Me.
Simthings.Some-things. Yep, I'm full of corn.Hawke: I was too ambitious. I went baiting that deathfish when I had no idea what it wanted. It went on for a few days, until that cat told me I should start fishing on another pond.
Fine. I did. We still don't like each other.
I would go fishing to the nearest non-reproachable ponds after work, which finishes around 2 in the afternoon, due to the trauma I acquired from last time. And the fish I get? Ugh. low-class.
Before that, I'd go back to that pond in the mornings, until an experience. That's when I decided that pond was jinxed. So I ultimately left it alone, even if it was convenient and running distance.
Invisible Weirdo: I'm not comfortable with you using this kind of language, Hawke.
Hawke: Oh, stop it. Nobody's asking for your opinion.
Invisible Weirdo: You sound very female.
Hawke: What! You don't see my biceps?
Invisible Weirdo: No. You haven't really been working out. At all.
Hawke: Why do you know that?
Invisible Weirdo: Shouldn't I?
And there was silence. He went on fishing for a while until a funny surprise got the better of him.
Invisible Weirdo: Nice face you're making.
Hawke: Oh, stop it.
Invisible Weirdo: That's twice in a row. Weren't you so adamant in calling yourself a man?
Hawke: Seriously, stop.
Invisible Weirdo: Care to tell me why you wear earrings to work? And how Mango is actually allowing you to look like that?
Hawke: None of your business. He's lenient because nobody would like him. And it's called rabbit hole for a reason. So stop asking me questions.
Invisible Weirdo: Do what you want.
There was silence. It was time for some Poncho-loving.Voice: Psst.
Poncho: Senorita!
Voice: Right. You're bored to death, I see.
Poncho: Oh, very. Very much so.
Voice: I've got a little something for you.
Poncho: You are immaterial. You can do nothing but talk to my beautiful cat-ness!
Voice: Stop talking funny, sassy self. Anyway, you should get your lazy cat-ness to do some exercise.
Poncho: Oh, but whatever do you mean! Exercise is for poor cats!
Voice: Ugh. Get the toys from the box and do some hunting. You can't always rely on your funny friend for food.
Poncho: But
he, as you say, had been earnest in feeing me on time.
Voice: And you're happy getting fat doing nothing? I can already see you, *cough, us still poor as we die. Slowly, from the hunger. Or from...
Poncho: What! Oh, no, no, no. I shall see myself sitting in the lap of luxury!
Voice: Quite the dream you have there.
Poncho: But of course.
Voice: Then go. Go and do some hunting!
Poncho walked away with his tail wagging and his back cheeks swaying left to right.
Poncho: Oh, no, no, no. What if a hawk takes me away?
His alter-cat chuckled. Didn't he mean eagle?Voice: You're worried about a hawk, really?
Ironic. Then go play inside. I don't want to be abducted either.
It was a monotonous life. Hawke was still busying himself with fishing and not really learning anything. He was becoming poorer and poorer. He had no choice but to do with the goldfish and the toad. The disgusting, slimy, and huge toad. He's heard rumors about Sims getting rich from selling junk to the consignment shop. But whenever he had the time to actually go there, it was already closed. He thought about skipping his job one day.Invisible Weirdo: Know that you are not permitted to do anything of that sort.
Hawke: You're not my mum.
Invisible Weirdo: Very funny, smartypants. Very funny.
One time, Poncho was more needy than usual, he had no choice but to bring him fishing. Poncho sat scared.
Poncho: Why do you like fishing in the dark so much?
Hawke: I have no time to chat. I have less time to sleep. I need to get that fish.
Poncho: I can see that you aren't doing anything about that job of yours. You're still a latrine cleaner, with no fishing skills.
Hawke: I didn't ask for your opinion.
Poncho: You, Sim, are a snob. To think I am the snob around here.
Hawke: Behave, cat. I'm fishing.
Poncho: Fine, fine. Suit yourself.
Poncho could catch better fish than him.Hawke was supposed to fish. But some mythical creature with rainbows on top came. Poncho and the creature exchanged glances.
Poncho: A friend?
Hawke: No.
Poncho: If it's rich then little horsy's welcome to join us anytime. That's quite the fancy coat you got there.
It didn't care.
Hawke approached the creature.
Hawke: Mother sent you?
Its companions bothered Hawke. Why the need for it?The creature neighed in cryptic neighs.Hawke: Then she must know I'm stuck in this... Ugh, I can't even say it!
It answered with some more cryptic neighs.Hawke: Alto? I have no idea who this Alto is.
It was becoming impatient.Hawke: Fine. I'll see what I can do.
The red of the morning dawned on Sunlit Tides. Hawke called for a cab and forgot about Poncho.Poor cat ran all the way home.
I wasn't sure myself if it was a hawk or an eagle. It looked like an eagle to me?
Rest assured, Poncho fans, he eats more often than Carver eats. I just can't seem to get them to like each other at this point, so he's social usually drains without me doing anything.
I already have the shots for next chapter. I'll get them ready, but I'll probably update later than expected.
