#phoenix kramer

[nernershuman]

I’ve missed my sweet boys.

@dandylion240

[dandylion240]

Nodding Sky followed him. He heart sank as she surveyed their position. They were trapped. There was nowhere to retreat except for the gift shop to their back. She deduced they must be in an area reserved for the public.

Phoenix caught her eye "ready" he asked.

"Whenever you are" she nodded. The floor vibrated from the shock of the explosives going off inside the vault. There were several loud screams from alarmed scientists and guards alike.

[nernershuman]

These poses almost look identical. This was not intentional.

I’m slowly putting sims back in as I have chosen to start fresh in terms of saves. I’m going to revisit some old friends the rest of this week, lol.

@dandylion240

[nernershuman]

Favorite Fellas, part 2, from top to bottom:

Scott Prior, by @foreversimmers

Mikael Karlsson, by me

Seamus Donnelly, by randuhhxx and me

Harley Durant, by @dstarsims

Phoenix Kramer, by me

Robin Farrow, by @dandylion240

[nernershuman]

Phoenix:

And even after he was dead, the lab still wouldn’t leave us alone. Harassing phone calls at all hours, coming to the school where my mom taught, following me home.The police wouldn’t help, they looked away.

Then Margo Elliot, the head of the lab tried to get the city to take me away from my mother. I guess to break her or something. It almost did. She called her brother in Boroughsburg. I guess he knew some people who knew some people who had some kind of underground railroad that helped people establish new identities when the police wouldn’t or couldn’t help. Then we were on a bus. Every stop from Riverview to Boroughsburg we got met by some bikers who took us for food and bought me candy and toys. And after two days, we were there. Animal was there to meet us. A year after we arrived, my mom married him.

But enough about me. I grew up with only one thing on my mind: taking down the lab for what they took from me. Animal and the group had kept tabs on them over the years, and we started hearing horror stories about human experimentation, of preying on the homeless and the disenfranchised, of kidnapping small children. Robin was one of those children.

It took years of planning to make the rescue a reality. And unfortunately, it was too late for a lot of the test subjects, who the lab kept in cold storage so they could scavenge every last bit of these poor souls, even after death.

When I broke into a small room, the first thing I saw was a pair of wide green eyes staring up at me in terror. It was Robin. He was huddled up next to his best friend Sky, both of them clinging to one another, trembling. 

“It’s okay,” I told them in what I hoped was a soothing voice, “My name is Phoenix, and I’m here to help. We’re getting you out of here.” I held out my hand to Robin.

After looking at me for a few seconds, he took it.

@dandylion240

[nernershuman]

Phoenix:

I can’t keep my eyes off Robin. I try to do it when I know he’s not looking, because the last thing I want to do is scare him.

We spend a lot of time doing this; sitting outside the apartment building, watching the world go by. Sometimes we talk, sometimes not. Robin isn’t one for a lot of talking, especially about everything he’s been through. 

My eyes go over his slender form, curled up in the self-protective manner that he utilizes when we’re outdoors. I don’t know what he’s protecting himself from; I would give my life to keep him safe.  I suppose it’s reflexive for him. It was how he looked the night my group and I rescued him from the lab where he had been essentially imprisoned since the age of three. 

There has never been a time that the lab hadn’t been part of my life, although until the night of the rescue I had never even set foot in the place. But I had always watched them, because they killed my father. He had been a whistleblower, ready to go to the media with the documentation set to take them down. They planted an explosive device in his car.

I remember that morning. My dad came through the living room in his suit with his briefcase. He stopped and he just looked at me, didn’t say anything, just looked at me, like he was imprinting me in his memory or something. In retrospect, he probably was. then he said, ‘I need you to take care of your mom,  okay?’ And I didn’t know what he meant…I thought he meant just like check on her and make sure she wasn’t sick or if she needed something. Now I know he meant to watch out for her because he wouldn’t be able to.

For some reason, I felt like watching him through the window as he went to his car. He opened the door to get in, but then he stopped, and he looked up. He saw me looking…and he smiled. We waved to each other, and he got inside the car.

Boom.

@dandylion240

[nernershuman]

Favorite Fellas, Couple Shots:

1. Robin Farrow and Phoenix Kramer, by @dandylion240 and me

2. Mikael Karlsson and Scott Prior, by @foreversimmers and me

[nernershuman]

Robin:

Phoenix is watching me again. I don’t mind. I actually like it, if I’m being honest. It makes me feel safe, a feeling I’ve never known until the night he first held his hand out to me.

I don’t remember much of my life before the lab. Just flashes of memory here and there; a man with hair like mine and a slender woman with wide eyes and a soft voice. I remember her a bit more. I assume they are my parents, but I don’t know their names. I don’t even know my last name. I grew up being called Robin, but I don’t know if that was the name I was born with. 

My best friend Sky was born in the lab, and she has no clue who her birth mother is. Probably one of the homeless people the lab tricked into becoming test subjects. From what we heard, the lab wasn’t even going to give her a name, until one of the doctors looked at the thick head of blue hair she was born with and chose to call her Sky.

She adapted to being in the outside world a lot faster than I have. I’m not surprised, though. Sky has always had a tenacity and defiant spirit I admired. She fell in love with a girl named Raven, who works for Phoenix’s group doing tech work. They live together now. Sky was even sure about her sexuality right away.

Me, I’m not so sure. I have an idea, though. Every time I look at Phoenix I feel a fluttering in my stomach and my cheeks start to flame red. I like to be where he is, whether we talk or say nothing at all.  He sleeps in the room next to mine, and when I wake up screaming from nightmares, he’s right there. He’s helping me find out who my parents are. It’s hard to picture life without him.

Does this mean I love him? Or is it just clinging to the person who saved me? I don’t know. I don’t think it is, but what if I’m wrong?  Hell, I don’t even know my last name.

@dandylion240