Downloads- Objects and Accessories- Please Mr.Postman

Who remembers having a penpal when you were a kid? Remember sitting down with a pen and paper, writing the letter out, hoping it was legible, then begging your parents for a stamp? Then there was the interminable wait before the joy and excitement of getting a reply a few days later. It.Was.Awesome. That wait was one of the most sweetly excruciating pains ever, ranking right up there with waiting for Santa on Christmas Morning for me. Kids these days and their emails and ipods will never know. So sad.

Of course, Sims have mail. They get bills and love letters. They can even write a love letter. But I wanted a little something more. So I created this little set of letters and envelopes for your sims and I'm releasing these as a Happy Early Birthday to Me gift since I want to release the end of generation 2 on that day.

These are MY MESHES! That's right I actually meshed something. A squished box. lol. Except for the folded letter which made me want to pull my hair out because I'm a NOOB.

Except for the first preset, they all come with 3 channels. The front, the back, and the ink. They also have 4 presets for your inspiration.
The stamps on the envelopes are STENCILS, so they are not recolorable. Sorry. Also, the pretty viney flowers on the pink preset are a stencil so it is also not recolorable. Finally, the Kiss on the back of the one envelope is a stencil and not recolorable. Sorry.

I also needed the unfolded letter as an accessory, as well as the envelope, so they are available as accessories for pose makers. There is a version for kids, and a version for teen-elder for pose makers out there. Maybe I'll have some poses ready for them later on. =D

Standard TOU applies- Don't upload anywhere else. Don't claim as your own. Don't change the presets and claim as your own or reupload. If you want others to know about them, link back please.

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ETA- My dear friend Gemma grabbed the letter and envelope accessories and has already made a few poses to use them for your sims and their kids. So go check them out!
And if you make poses using any of my accessories and let me know I will gladly link to your poses using them, or even just to the pictures of your sims using them on my blog also!

ETA- (May 14th, 2015)
More poses for your sims to read their letters! This time by Lenina90. Go check it out! With Love by Lenina90

Chapter 2.51- The Monkey Queen of the Moon

                “Just a few more months until spring is here and then,” Roger said, his voice slightly hushed. “Then we graduate. Graduate! We’ll be out of that hell hole forever. Well, until we have kids and they start going and we go back for parent teacher conferences.”

                Mariah stopped short, her head snapping up. “Uhmmm,” she started.

                “Pfft,” Roger rolled his eyes at her, grinning, blushing. “Not we as in us. I just meant in general. You do plan on having kids right?”

            Mariah walked straight into the chair and chess table in front of her while Roger avoided it easily.

            Dammit. Pay attention. Mariah had been fairly easily distracted lately. Her thoughts of recent events and developments taking over her waking moments, driving her crazy.

            “I dunno,” she admitted. “I mean, I can’t imagine having little kids around my mom. And it’s not like I can leave her alone in that state.”

            “What are you going to do then?”

            But Mariah was once again not paying attention.

            “It’s crazy right?” She said. “I mean, we played at that park as kids. As kids! Wasn’t that just a few years ago? And yet we’re already being expected to act as adults. We won’t have a choice but to act as adults when we graduate.”

            Roger nodded, looking at the park they were walking past.

            “I guess I just don’t feel like I should be a grown up yet. I think I’d rather go play,” Mariah sighed.

            Roger stopped. “Look at the sunset,” he said quietly. “One less sunset to go until we’re grownups. “

            Scoffing, Mariah did as he asked, watching the sun paint the sky with a blaze of light.

            Realizing Roger had no intentions of moving any time soon Mariah stopped as well.

            “What’s got you in such a romantic mood over a sunset we can see any day?”

            “I’ve made decisions today, ‘Riah,” he said. “Big decisions.”

            “I see,” Mariah’s eyebrows shot up as she rolled her eyes at his back. “Let’s keep walking and you can tell me. My toes are going to freeze if we just stand here.”

            “It’s a huge weight off my mind, I can tell you that.” Roger had had a meeting at the police station that morning. He’d signed up for the Police Academy session beginning just a few weeks after graduation, and spoke to the Chief addressing his concerns about not going to college. “I just don’t know how my parents could have afforded all three of us at that university this fall. I might not have the fancy degree my brothers have, but I’m going to be doing just what I want to do.”

            With a heavy heart, Mariah had listened to Roger’s glowing plans for his future. He couldn’t wait for his future to start. She wished she could say the same thing.

            Sensing his buddy’s inner turmoil, he stopped.

            “I know you don’t know what you’ll do, or where you’ll go, or how,” he said, gazing at the moon in front of them. “But don’t worry about it. You’ll figure it out.”

            Nodding, Mariah dragged her feet along the frozen sidewalk a little. Mariah wouldn’t be going off to the University with other kids in their class either. She’d be stuck here, taking care of her crazy mother, forever.

            “Mariah, your grades have you in second place in our class,” Roger told her. “You’ll figure out what you want to do with that. And once you do, you’re going to shine. I just know it.”

            Sighing, Mariah nodded, her shoulders drooping. She had no idea what she wanted to do. None. Other than taking care of her mom, she almost couldn’t care. Well, that’s what she told herself anyway.

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            Mariah was still feeling rather morose when she’d gone to find Roger and a shoulder to cry on. Actually, she’d originally been looking for Andre, but he was out with Kelci. Now she’d found Roger he had no idea she was here. He was busy playing games in the arcade at Pop! while she sat here and stared at him, hoping he’d sense her and come to cheer her up.

            Oh well.

            And then, to her shock, Kelci sauntered over and sat down near her.

            Mariah glared at her while the b*tch sat there giving her a vapid grin. She was in no mood to start a conversation with her. Not after their last conversation. Not after… well. And Watcher above! Kelci had on the same earrings Mariah always wore! Well, not anymore. If she could remember...

            “Hi, Mariah,” chirped Kelci.

            Narrowing her eyes even more, Mariah gave a terse nod of acknowledgement.

            “So,” Kelci must have super glued that stupid grin on her face. “How are you today?”

            Mariah was thoroughly disgusted. The tone she used suggested she was talking to a toddler.

            “I’m fine, thanks,” Mariah said tonelessly. “What do you want?”

            “I wanted to talk to you about your ‘gift.’”

            “My gift?” Mariah was thoroughly confused.

            “Sure,” Kelci continued. “You know, when we were all kids you used to predict the future and it always happened. I know you don’t do it anymore, but surely you still have that power?”

            Taken aback, Mariah sat up. It had been years since she used to make up predictions about her childhood enemies. Once, Andre had actually broken his leg after she’d told him he would and the entire class had immediately steered clear of her for months. Each and every one of them had been terrified she’d see the same grisly things if they crossed her.

            “I’m just hoping I can convince you to use your gift to help me out,” Kelci went on. “Y’know, with Prom coming up in a few months and all.”

            Looking down, Mariah frowned. All her childish predictions had been because she knew her classmates habits and lives very well. Andre always had his shoes untied and always stood too close to the staircase. His falling and breaking his leg was inevitable. JJ’s pet frog dying was inevitable. He’d had that thing for years and didn’t take the greatest care of it.

            “I’m willing to pay.”

            Now she had Mariah’s attention. Mariah never had any money to spend. It was her mom’s. And she felt awful using it unless she needed to. What if they ran out before she could get a job? She had no idea how much money was actually in the bank account.

            Noticing her continued reluctance, Kelci stuck her hand in a pocket and pulled out a wad, literally a wad, of cash making Mariah gape.

            “Now as I said, if you still have this gift, I’m more than willing to pay for a reading.”

            Forcing herself to breath, Mariah nodded at her. For that? Mariah would be the Monkey Queen of the Moon if she had to be, complete with song, dance and costume.

            “Alright,” she said, reaching out to take the bundle of bills from Kelci. Slightly afraid Kelci might change her mind she hastily stowed them in her back pocket.

            “Great,” Kelci’s voice was almost oily. “Let’s get started. I want to know if I’m going to be prom queen. And if I’m not prom queen, what do I have to do to get that crown?” And she raised both arms, sticking them out, looking like a pathetic Mummy.

            Mariah recoiled. People didn’t touch her. She didn’t touch people. What was Kelci doing?

            With an exasperated sigh, Kelci rolled her eyes. “I thought you had to touch the person to get a reading,” she said. “That’s what your grandmother always did. And you’d always bumped into the kids you’d predict about first.”

            Oh. Yeah. That.

            Summoning all her hatred of Kelci she gave the exasperated sigh right back.

            “I might need to touch you, but I don’t need to hold both of your hands and date you to get a reading,” she sneered. “I only need one of your hands. And actually-“

            Reaching out, Mariah trapped Kelci’s left hand in hers, pinching her ring finger.

            “-Actually, this is plenty.”

            “Whatever you need to see me as prom queen,” Pacified, Kelci’s voice was silky smooth again.

            Abuella Sabria didn’t bow her head or close her eyes when she’d ‘read’ others, but Mariah needed the moment to think.

            Prom Queen. Prom Queen? Lizzie and Roger usually knew more of the hallway gossip than she did. And she rarely paid attention when they’d go on about what they’d heard from whom who had heard it from someone else and so on.

            Prom Queen?

            A quick peek at Kelci, didn’t help her either. But she was wearing a blue shirt. That seemed to trigger something.

            Lizzie was on the prom committee and had told them all about the secret decisions the committee had made. This year’s colors were blue and green. Under the Sea or something like that was the theme. Cheesy in Mariah’s opinion. Not that she would be going. Not after the rumors about the football… That was it!

            Lizzie had told Roger that the early votes the committee had received had all been for Kelci. That Andre was paying the football and track teams to vote for her to make her happy. In turn, they were bullying others into voting for Kelci two months early. Alrighty then. That was easy enough.

            “I see,” she whispered slowly. “I see a lot of blue. Green too.” Shaking her head a little, she frowned. “It’s kind of dim and hard to see. Hang on.”

            Letting all of her breath out she slumped a little, bowing her head further, trying to scrape other bits of hallway gossip together when something Andre had told her flitted across her thoughts.

            “There are two girls in the lead at the start of the night. You are one of them. Wait. Your dress. It’s blue, too. That’s why it was hard to see. You just blend in with the decorations. Maybe white would be better? Yes. White. And you are Queen of the Prom in flowing white chiffon.”

            A sudden high pitched squeal made Mariah wince as Kelci jerked her hand out of her pinch.

            “Really? I am Queen?”

            Forcing her eyelids open, Mariah nodded slowly, heavily.

            “Oh my PlumbBob! I can’t believe it! But I already ordered a blue dress with a matching tux for Andre! I’ll have to cancel it. But it’s a custom and they won’t! I’ll just tell Daddy I have to get a new one. A white chiffon dress. He’ll let me. He wants me to be Queen too. Prom Queen!”

            “Oh, this is So exciting! I’m so happy,” Kelci continued to gush as Mariah slumped further down. “Thank you dear, dear, Mariah! I need to go find Andre and get him remeasured. A white tux this time. Yes. Or black. Yes. Black. I’ll be white, he’ll be black. We’ll be perfect! And I’ll be Queen! See you later, sweetie!”

            The bit about the blue dress had come from Andre who was horrified at looking like a giant blueberry in his matching tux, or like a forgotten member of the Zoot Suit Riot. It was a bright blue he’d said and she assumed it was awfully tacky.

            That had saddened her a bit, telling Kelci to change her dress color. It would make Andre happy and that was great since he made her happy. But it was with Kelci.

            Slowly raising her eyes, she watched Kelci join Andre across the room. She was still bouncing and squealing as she grabbed his arm and began to usher him toward the doors. As they left, Andre turned, craning his neck until he spotted her still in the corner, still slightly slumped. His face had clouded with concern as he’d half waved at her making her heart flutter. But she wouldn’t worry too much about him right now.

            No, she couldn’t worry about too much at all right now. That little episode had just given her some ideas. Lots of ideas.

            Pulling the money Kelci had paid for her pack of gossip and lies out of her pocket she’d quickly counted it all out. Yup. That gave her lots of ideas alright!

            Suddenly seeing the absurdity of the entire situation her pensive mood fled and her gloomy skies cleared as she began to laugh.

            She laughed until Roger noticed her. And then she took great delight in just spending some time with her friend.

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          So there are a ton of holes up there because Mariah is hiding a lot from us right now. We’ll fill in a few of them next time and see some of the secrets she’s been keeping. The rest? Well. Those will come when they come.

          Also, I realize that most teenaged females would claw Kelci’s eyes out before doing her any favors, for pay or no, but you’ve got to remember that Mariah’s sense of what is right and what is wrong is very skewed. She witnessed the murder of her father and uncle and felt that her uncle’s murder was justified and then watched it destroy her mother’s sanity. She was then emotionally abused by a woman whose desperation to make everything better again drove her to extremes of cruelty in a quest for control. Since then she’s been bullied by classmates, in and out of foster homes and all but forgotten by her older sister as she takes care of the woman who is supposed to be raising her. And since Roger’s anger at her even being seen in public with Andre she’s been keeping her own council more and more. So how Mariah reacts to situations like that is going to be very different from how you or I might react. Just something about Mariah to chew on, especially before the next chapter goes up.

Chapter 2.50- Bad, Bad Idea

         “So then, Liz walked right up to her,” Roger and Mariah walked home together most days. Not every day, but most. “And get this, she reached down and picked up her leg-”

         Today, however, wasn’t supposed to be a day where they walked home. Usually Roger had his chess league this afternoon, but most of the kids were out with the flu and it had been cancelled.

         “-And then she bent her knee so she could see what an idiot she looked like!” His voice cracked in excitement. Mariah tried not to flinch so he wouldn’t get embarrassed. It happened a lot less lately, but most of the other guys had already finished this part of growing up and she felt bad that he still had to deal with it.

         “So she yanked the toilet paper off of her shoe as fast as she could and then tried to accuse Liz of planting it there! What an idiot. We all just laughed, and when Mrs. Pinkerton came in she asked for a slip to the nurse for stomach cramps. That’s when Liz told her what had happened and Mrs.Pinkerton made her stay in class. It was so awesome,” Roger beamed and Mariah laughed. Kelci deserved a little embarrassment.

         “So are you ready to go?” Roger asked when her mirth had subsided.

         Mariah took in a breath. She hadn’t told Roger because she didn’t want another jealous tirade, and it wasn’t a big deal. But after that story she wasn’t too sure she really wanted to tell Roger that on Thursdays Andre walked home with her where they would work on their project.

         Putting on her biggest smile, Mariah steeled herself for the possible fall out. “Well, you see, usually on Thursdays-”

         “Hey ‘Riah!” She heard Andre call from behind her.

         “I-Walk-Home-With-Andre,” She said through gritted teeth at top speed. What rotten timing. Roger looked like someone had hit him with a frying pan. “Please-don’t-freak-out, he’s-going-to-come-over-here-and-it’s-okay-we-just-talk-about-what-we’re-working-on-next-and-the-project,-okay?”

        “Hey, I got some bad news,” Andre had reached them as Roger continued to stare at Mariah totally deadpan.

         Though she was reluctant to turn her back on Roger she did need to see what Andre wanted.

         “Our babysitter called in sick and my mom needs me to watch my little sister until my folks get off work,” Andre stated. “So I can’t walk you home, I need to run to the elementary school to grab Amber. But I’ll come over as soon as I can okay?”

         “Yeah, sure,” Mariah answered lightly. “Roger will walk home with me.”

         “Great!” Andre reached over and squeezed her wrist, beaming at her. “See you later!”

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         Walking home with Roger had been a bad, bad idea. He’d fumed the entire way, stomping along so quickly that Mariah had to jog to keep up. Out of breath, her feelings hurt, she’d finally let him go on ahead. Only that had seemed to anger him more. What had she done?

         When Andre had finally arrived at her house, lugging a new load of books for them to research, Mariah was short fused and sullen.

         “Hey, ‘Riah?” hearing her nickname made her cringe as the look on Roger’s face when Andre had called it aloud earlier flashed in front of her.

         “Hey, Riah?” Andre asked again, a little louder. This time, she inclined her head, barely, to show she was listening.

         “If you don’t want to work today, I get it,” he said softly. “I mean, that’s kind of a big loss and I’m sure you’d like a little time to grieve. We can work tomorrow instead if that’s better for you.”

         Frowning in confusion, Mariah looked up. Her loss? Roger would come around. They’d probably be texting each other later on that night just like normal.

         “What are you talking about?” She asked bitterly.

         “What do you- do-Your grandma? Your grandma died yesterday. My mom was one of her clients and only heard today. I’m so sorry.”

         Well, wasn’t that just peachy?

         Roger and Mariah had always joked that when the old woman finally died the two would go and dance on her grave. Now that it had actually happened, Mariah wasn’t feeling the joy she’d expected. She closed her eyes, momentarily allowing Abuella to come back and haunt her one more time when she felt the lightest of touches on her wrist and her stomach flipped, bringing her mind back to the present.

         “Aw, I’m so sorry,” Andre said, his voice low. “I shouldn’t have brought it up should I?”

         Mariah moved her arm over trying to go back to the time when Abuella lived here, but his hand just fell to her knee and again her stomach flipped. It flipped and jumped and put most gymnasts to shame every time he touched her and she didn’t want to focus on the present right now. Right now, she wanted to wallow a little.

         “Will you be alright? Should I go?” Andre asked, slowing pushing his hand over some more so he could squeeze her knee.

         Heat flooded her head, making her ears burn and her cheeks feel like she’d just bit into a particularly sour lemon. Using her elbow she forced his hand off of her leg with an exasperated sigh.

         “I will be just fine,” she intoned. “There is no need to worry about me.”

         “Are you sure?” he asked. “I’d hate to force you to work on this when you’d rather spend time with your family.”

         Instead of responding, she just rolled her eyes, going back to the work in front of them.

         “So we’ve both read Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” Mariah said. “And Women in Love and I’m half way through Sons and Lovers-”

          It was taking a lot out of her to finish these. She’d never imaged what the focus of these books could be. She’d assumed they’d be about how life went on. But nooooooo…

         “-I’ve finished it,” Andre added. She raised her eyebrows briefly. It was so weird to her that he liked these books.

         “So I just need to finish it, but I think we can go ahead with the first element we picked which is the timeline of the author’s life and family tree.”

         “No, that’s not right,” Andre leaned in and she could feel the heat from his arm on her knee again. “We were going to do the short biography first. You’ve got the first two mixed up on your list over there.”

         Now she just looked stupid. Sure enough, the list she’d written on the cover of her notebook was indeed out of order. He was going to think she was a real ninny now. Fighting with Roger, Abuella gone (not that she cared,) mixed up lists...

          “It’s alright, it’s alright,” he hurried to reassure her. “Now you said you found an excellent reference book that had some really great info on his life?”

         “Yes,” she said, pointing to the open book in front of him. “It’s a National Biography from the SimOxford on him. Since that’s the SimEnglish official biography on him, and it was where he was born, I figured it would be a really good reference and a great place to start.”

         Andre nodded, giving Mariah courage. She’d been really surprised to find out that he was a lot smarter than she and Roger had given him credit for.

         “Where is it? I don’t see it,” he said, eyes scanning the book.

         “It’s- Oh,” Mariah got on her knees, leaning across him to find the passage. Only the page wasn’t right. She hastily flipped a few pages.

         “Ah, here it is: 1885–1930

                SimBritish novelist and poet.

                Lawrence was born in the coalmining village of SimEastwood, SimNottinghamshire, the fourth child of a miner and a schoolteacher. The conflict between his coarse violent father and refined socially ambitious mother shaped all Lawrence's subsequent attitudes to relations between men and women. He was a sickly boy and his mother made considerable sacrifices- There you go.”

         “That also is the only mention I could find that stated his father was violent,” she sat back down, continuing to expound on her discoveries. “All the rest simply say his father was a ‘coarse’ or an ‘ignorant man’ and then gloss over the rest of Lawrence’s childhood until he goes off to high school.

         “So I’m not sure we ought to include it, since it’s the only reference material we have that particularly states violent. However, it looks like his early years will only need a paragraph, which is perfect if we’re going for…”

         Andre had never let her ramble on that long without adding something.

         Turning her head she saw that he appeared lost in thought, a half grin on his face.

         He didn’t let her dwell on her thoughts earlier, she wouldn’t let him either.

         “Hey,” she said. He didn’t even flinch.

         “Hey,” a little louder. Still no response. She didn’t want to yell at him. So she nudged his hand.

         “Hey, SimPlanet to Andre.”

         “Right, actually, I think we’ll need at least two paragraphs,” blinking hard, he’d come right back into focus and started in. “Since his mom was such a huge influence on him and also, should we mention his childhood sweetheart and one time fiancé Louie Burrows?”

         Mariah scowled at him. Really?

         “This is supposed to be a short biography, and I haven’t come across much more reference to Louie Burrows outside of that tiny fact.”

          “But I have,” he said, pointing. “See that book? Under the newspaper? It’s got a lot of information about growing up in coal mining communities in SimEngland after World War I. Actually, it’s got a lot about coal mining in SimEngland period.”

         Mariah followed his gaze, frowning. But did they really need that book right now? For this part of the project? It might be needed later, but this was supposed to be a short biography.

         “There was a particular bit about how difficult it was to leave a mining community that could be relevant to Louie Barrows, hang on.”

         Andre closed the book in front of him and leaned across Mariah, grabbing the book he wanted to talk about and bringing it closer.

         “’The County Council Scholarships could sometimes mean a better life for more than just the scholarship recipient,’” he read. “’It often opened doors for the loved ones as well.’ She was a loved one right? If he was engaged to her?”

         Mariah leaned in to look closer. As she did her hand brushed his.

         “I guess, but then aren’t you getting more into social commentary than biography?” she asked, turning to look at him.

         To find him looking back at her was a little odd and her stomach flipped yet again, making her blush a little.

         “I think it’s the point that instead of bringing Louie Barrows out of poverty with him, he chose to break it off to have an unfettered affair with Frieda Weekley, who was still married, for love.”

         “Oh,” she nodded, though to be honest, she wasn’t entirely sure it was relevant to a short biography still. Perhaps to his subject style it might be important?

         Nah, she still didn't see the need for it here. Nope.

         His hand suddenly came up, making her back up a bit. When she opened her mouth to protest he hushed her.

         “You have an eyelash on your cheek,” he said. “I’m just going to brush it off.”

         “You don’t have to-”

         “I know I don’t,” he answered. “But I want to. You’re always so well put together that this tiny little black lash is really out of place.”

         Holding her breath, she kept her gaze on him. Did he really think she was well put together? Mariah had always felt a little plain next to Kelci who always had her hair, makeup and nails perfect.

         “Did you get it?” she asked breathlessly.

         “No,” Andre answered. “It’s being stubborn.”

         He flipped his hand over, trailing fingertips across her cheek.

         “There,” he whispered. “Perfect again.”

         Mariah’s heart leapt up somewhere around her throat and started beating like a hammer against her chest.

         Instead of putting his hand down as she’d expected, he pushed his fingers through the hair at her temples. After he’d teased out a single curl and tucked it behind her ear, he slowly leaned toward her.

         To her surprise she inexplicably leaned forward also.

         When it became impossible to keep her eyes open she officially began to panic. She’d never kissed anyone before! What if she sucked at this? How was this even happening? The closer he came the more her mind reeled.

         Before she really had time to think about this his lips had found hers. She’d finally decided to do more than sit still as stone when he moved on, making his way down her cheek.

         Completely on its own, her arm came up, and she ran her fingers through his hair. First her eyes, now her arm? Or was it her head for leaning in first? Oh Watcher, her body had taken over her brain!

         She gasped a little as his tongue began to trace her jaw. Maybe that was enough of that. The experience was dizzying and thrilling, but phew. She needed to catch her breath. How did she do that?

         Lucky for her, he came back to find her lips again without her intervention. Tracing a finger along the back of his ear, Mariah made a quick decision. This time, for this moment, she’d quit fighting her tangled thoughts and simply surrender.

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          Before anyone comments- That’s it! That’s all they did. She had her first kiss, nothing more. For Now. *DunDahDun!!!

          Sorry for the length, but I could Not find a good place to break that one off. And I’m super sorry for the DH Lawrence chatter up there, but it’s kind of important as to what’s going through a couple of teenager’s heads.

          Also- The poses for this chapter are also up for download, including the kisses there at the end. They are specially fitted for teen rigs (No alt shifting! No OMSPs! They Snap!) though there are adult versions available also. And Outtakes! There are a couple of outtakes from this one.