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𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 현실판에

Chapter 5 - Mist

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The inside of the storage room separated the items of value with a barrier of fancy looking bars, surely connected to an alarm system. Cameras moved slowly, perched up high on the walls and Wooyoung eyed them with a mocking smirk remembering the old times when he actually bothered to do something about those.

Now he no longer gave them a second thought, a hoodie and a mask being enough masking as long as he was fast enough.

He swung back and forth on his heels for a moment with his hand on his pockets before he bolted forward, disappearing for a second and reappearing beyond the bars leaving a trail of dull silver dust in his awake.

A second later the alarms started sounding, practically deafening on his ears, but too late as Wooyoung had already run up to a seemingly more heavily guarded glass case and was unceremoniously bashing against the glass with a crowbar.

Jewellery stores like this one, too lazy or too self-assured to better store away their goods at night, were his favorite targets. So easy that it almost seemed too good to be true, but after so long Wooyoung didn’t question how stupid security could be anymore. Didn’t matter, he could always get past whatever they schemed anyway.

But maybe this time he should’ve questioned it. If he wasn’t so jaded by then the thief surely would’ve noticed that this was blatant bait. At the very least he definitely should’ve notice the trail of gold traveling through the floor coming for him sooner.

However he didn’t, the shining spreading metallic color being ignored for the shiny crystals he gathered in his pockets and so the thief had no clue as to what was happening when he turned to make his escape and he couldn’t move, his foot stuck to the floor. Panic flooded him as he heard loud stomping coming from the stairs at the far back, multiple people making their way there while he couldn’t budge.

Even his power seemed stuck, taking him all his willpower to activate it.

The silver dust scattered and dragged itself back through the bars, but sagging down and reforming into Wooyoung again, crouching to regain his strength.

The thief felt the cold floor against his skin barely processing that now he was barefoot. Only being able to spare one quick look back, he spotted his old sneakers still encrusted to where he was a moment ago turned completely golden before the flood of security guards coming down finally appeared.

He ran towards the small entrance he came from, a slight crack on the glass display window at the storefront, and forced himself through it with his power again momentaneously confusing his chasers.

Running through the upscale gallery’s hallway he quickly noticed that he had company waiting from him on the outside as well.

Wooyoung cursed as he ran away, knowing that the path he was forced to take lead to a balcony and soon he’d be cornered. On a normal day, running back against the current of enemies would be nothing to him, but insecurity filled him now. He felt so heavy, not being able to execute his moves as sharply as he intended.

Finally he reached the end, the hallway broadening into an outdoors area fancily furbished and Wooyoung had to quickly think on his next move before they caught up with him. It’d been a while since he last did something risky like this, but he’d have to take his chances and just roll with it this time.

If it was a big show that they wanted he’d give it to them, he thought as he gave a step back and ran forwards gaining speed and not stopping.

The thief stepped swiftly onto a stool without losing momentum, using it as a stepping stone to propel himself over the ledge, trying his best to get as far from the building possible.

At that moment, he couldn’t think of anything, all of it slowing down as he just felt the cold night air brush against him painfully before turning himself to dust and pushing through to the next building with the little bit of power he could manage.

Behind him the gold trail that chased him followed dangerously close, making wild and beautiful patterns spread through the sky. Similar to lightning but not quite, curling delicately into little spirals and sparkling against the moonlight, outshining Wooyoung’s opaque steel tones as one mixed and faded where the other started.

The thief’s vision was blurred with the mix of adrenaline and lack of breath as his feet touched the rooftop he landed in, the rough concrete under him scratching his barefoot sole. A last look over his shoulder gave him a glimpse of the mesmerising abstract mess that painted his trajectory, a small silhouette outstretching his hand in his direction, clearly the root of everything, surrounded by a dozen of the usual underling guards that often came after him.

Wooyoung didn’t waste time to scramble out of there. It had been a while since he felt that scared of getting caught.

༄ ⇀ ✧

Yeosang was the first person Yunho ever saw with a bright golden aura that was not wearing a mask or fighting on tv. The psych was playing on his phone while sitting on a small table at their usual coffee shop when the dazzlingly light sudden sparked at the side of his peripheral vision.

He had jumped in fright, already tense at the prospect of the only person he knew with an aura like that, knocking his phone out of his owns hands and onto the floor. The swirl of gold shifted as it’s owner bended to get it for him.

His mind was about to enter into full panic mode until he actually stopped to look and take in the sight of the small boy in front of him. The thought that it was definitely not The Cardinal or his lackey calmed him down instantly, the other being several centimeters shorter than both the villains. He looked uneasy, fidgeting as Yunho observed him curiously.

“Uh...You know dropped this, right?” He spoke and the older finally noticed that he had his hand outstretched towards him holding his precious phone, too distracted to see it before. He really needed to stop dropping it so often, maybe luck wasn’t one of his powers after all.

The kid wore gloves, handling the phone very carefully, flinching visibly as Yunho moved his way to take it from him and the psych could feel the anxiety surrounding him with an unpleasant metallic taste in his mouth.

“Thanks” Yunho replied quickly, embarrassed for leaving him hanging for so long.

“Do you want something to drink?” the other replied with eyes not meeting his, seeming impatient but the older knew better.

“Ah, no, don’t worry it’s my fault, I was the one that dropped it and I’m waiting for someone.” Yunho answered quickly sheepishly thinking it was an apology or maybe an awkward flirt.

“No, I mean… I’m the waiter, do you wanna order something?” the other answered flatly, now looking at him weird.

“Ah yes, yes” Yunho blushed in embarrassment as he recited his usual order, a very simple drink with an unnecessary long name and a bagel.

“Okay, it’ll be right up.” he answered after writing it down, already leaving.

“Wait.” Yunho called out reaching for him on instinct. He didn’t particular mean to touch the boy, just stretching out his arm mindlessly, but the way he jumped away in a panic, the look on his face with utter horror, startled him.

Yunho never thought he could install that much fear on someone, he wondered what he did wrong to cause that as the ringing in his ears raised up and faded with the other’s rush of emotions.

“Do you need something more?” he asked, composing himself, still breathing hard as if he had just suffered a jumpscare.

He wanted to ask about it. The aura, the gloves, the way he looked and felt so on edge. But he couldn’t figure out the right words for it. For all he knew the boy could also have something to do with the villains.

Or just not know anything at all. Yunho’s vision pointed out things that only he saw and the feelings he felt were not so different from some form of trauma, which were private things he had no business with. It was frustrating to have such details shoved in his face raising questions that he couldn’t ask without exposing himself.

“Nothing, sorry.” He muttered letting it go that time, mind racing with thoughts on how to approach the mystery laid out in front of him.

✧ ⇀ ༄

Unlike The Cardinal, Wooyoung wanted to keep a low profile and it was never a problem since his deeds couldn’t be properly reported in detail without sparking up a whole string of political debates. He managed to pick his targets well, it became harder to report a crime if you committed a few yourself and as much as the local news tried to villainify him through their half truths and outrageous headlines, it was hard for them to both try to keep it short and cry for attention at the same time.

Nonetheless he got the people’s attention online.

Again, he wasn’t one to market himself like the current mainstream popular villain, but it was a case of actions speaks louder than words. And that made a lot of sense in his case, since Wooyoung was time and time again deemed by the public as the modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving it to the poor.

His power also following the trend of an old korean novel about a similar character known to be everywhere teleporting from one side of the country to the other in the blink of an eye robbing the corrupt and providing for the needy. He was fated to eventually appeal to the general public’s approval like this.

And he would be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention. He just loved putting on a show, seeing it played back in videos, no one being able to guess how he did it.

The nickname they gave him, Mist ‘because he could be everywhere but was still untouchable’, had his confidence in the clouds and the wrong claims of his power being teleportation were his favorites, taking his ego even higher. No one could touch him. Literally. Because his power wasn’t teleportation, not even close to it.

Yet it was hard to explain. What he did, could it be classified as disintegrating? He wasn’t sure, but he knew it’s properties well despite not being able to describe them and Mist was a very befitting name for it. He just particularly felt every atom in his body, felt in control of every party of his physique so much that he could move it very precisely. So much that sometime those atoms weren’t even connecting anymore, going through the air weightless. Like dust, almost invisible to the human eye.

It wasn’t super speed either as some have chimed in. He moved normally, but he could distribute the impulse he got from his steps in a more efficient way consequently jumping forward better than the average person.

People also guessed that going through walls was part of his bag of tricks, yet it wasn’t so simple as he couldn’t pass through something solid. He still existed, he himself still solid, just scattered. Thankfully no one noticed that weakness yet.

Running freely, jumping from roof to roof as light as wind itself, feeling like stardust above anyone’s reach was a exhilarating feeling. And it just so happens that this power was also perfectly convenient for stealing. From petty theft to grand heists, he could do it all and never get caught.

Wooyoung himself had a pretty tight budget growing up, his parents struggling to live paycheck to paycheck. It particularly marked him how they always worked for wealthy people that were, more often than not, not that grateful for their services even when they worked so hard to please.

He had been homeschooled, taking advantage of joining in classes by a tutor paid for the rich kid he grew up around. Even if he despised the adults around them, he couldn’t say the same about Yeosang, that turned out to be his only friend for years to come.

They were inseparable, supporting themselves as they got dragged through a turbulent childhood and confinding their secrets and emotions away from the judgement that could not be found only in each other.

Inseparable they were, until his parents got fired. Accused of using him to steal from their patrons manor and he really didn’t even do it that time, the irony of the future thief being innocent.

At the time it was the end of the world, he still remembered embarrassingly crying and pleading to the doorman to just let him see his friend, but after they were thrown out he never got past the front gate again.

Yeosang also didn’t seem to have cared all that much about him, because he never answered any of his texts or calls again. The other went completely silent on his end.

But now he had moved on already, as he clearly was the only one that was actually affected by that. The next servant kid would go on to take his place. Maybe he was a little bitter, but whatever. It taught him a good lesson on how the world really works.

Currently he had moved out and was living in the capital. He didn’t feel the need to continue his studies as he didn’t really need a job, he made enough money as it was. He spent most of his time at a dance studio choosing that as a carrier, dancing was something he grew to have a passion for.

The big city was full of shady targets he could exploit and plenty of connections to resell his spoils. It made him hundred times more than he could ever spend, but was too suspicious for a kid like him to go on throwing money away like this. He didn’t really feel the need to have a lavish lifestyle either, so he just lived comfortably with it and invested the excess on the type of places that helped his family before.

The word of his donations seemed to go well with people, even though it was anonymous.

༄ ⇀ ✧

There was a thief well known for burglarising high end jewellery stores and fancy mansions that had been terrorising the city for a couple of years already. Yunho had that knowledge in the back of his head somewhere, because everyone knew about it, it was a popular topic.

But he was neither rich nor particularly curious about it. He hadn’t heard many details and the media did a crappy job in relaying anything relevant outside a paywall, so when he turned on the news that morning the last thing he expected was a full segment being dedicated about it or the whole panic surrounding Mist’s recent heist.

It was by complete chance and luck he was seeing this, usually he would be in class and not at home at that hour. But that morning he woke up sick to his stomach and could not move a finger without feeling like he would barf. Joongie, the ever so prepared roommate, spared some medicine for his sickness and left with a promise to bring him some easy to digest lunch later.

So that day he was staying in. It was several hours waiting for the meds to kick in before he felt like he could move and when he finally did it was only to grab his laptop and come back under the blankets, turning on the tv as background noise.

The more they spoke about the thief’s latest prowess though, the more his interest peaked. The news anchor made it sound like what he did was some sort of magic trick beyond just human abilities. And that was kinda relevant to him, cuz, you know, until some months ago he thought he was the only person ever cursed with a power.

And since he wasn’t paying that much attention before, he was blindsided when they finally started showing scenes of the robbery in question and there was not one but two golden auras there. Wasn’t that interesting.

Yunho watched the news attentively from then on. Although he couldn’t get a grasp of what the two powers actually did no matter how many times they showed the same few clips, it was clear they were indeed superpowers as if the golden auras weren’t enough evidence.

Maybe there were more people like him than he first thought, perhaps there was golden auras surrounding him all around and he just needed to pay more attention. However, knowing his luck, the new barista at his local coffee shop that instantly came to mind being one of them couldn’t be a coincidence.

Hongjoong came back into their room practically unnoticed as the psych was immersed at the newscast, carrying a couple of paper bags filled with food and heading directly to the free space at the end of Yunho’s bed.

“I’m back! They didn’t have your order so I-” The older called out as he made his way and dropped himself and the bags over the sea of comforters.

“Shhh” He shushed the other’s interruption.

“What? What is it?” Hongjoong asked finally noticing where the other had his attention turned to.

“The news, have you seen this before? Someone with powers is standing up against Mist. They’re calling him a hero like they did with you when you started.” Yunho explained his eyes trained on the swirling gold on the screen.

“Oh, really?” His roommate asked mindlessly, more interested on unwrapping the food. “With that type of power it would be easier to get The Cardinal.”

“Would you pair up with him? Could be like the start of a justice league.” Yunho asked out loud after some thought, Yeosang jumping to his mind yet again.

“I’m not sure, they must have some sort of hidden reason to go after this thief, right? I wouldn’t want to partner up with someone just as bad as the rest of them.” The older answered passing him a pot with some type of soup inside.

Yunho hadn’t really thought about that. He tried not to look too deep into what Hongjoong meant as rest of them. Surely he meant the rest of the villains making a big scene and not just people with powers in general.

Yunho didn’t like that his mind jumped to that interpretation.

“I see. I hadn’t thought about it.” He muttered. The soup didn't look that appetising, but he tried eating some for the sake of it.

“I mean if you have a power like that and are willing to fight why would you go for this guy and not The Cardinal? Robberies are wrong and all, but I find mass mind control way more unforgivable than stealing some pretty rocks from people that don’t even lose that much with it.” Hongjoong continued, not impressed with the newer hero.

”I guess so” Yunho replied. He wouldn’t think about going against The Cardinal either, weren’t he much more scary? Dealing with a thief seemed less dangerous and still overall helpful. Hongjoong was more of the type to go all or nothing though.

“Thinking about it, maybe it’s good that he hasn’t come close to The Cardinal? If he got controlled then his powers could be used against his will.” The psych tried defending the stranger as he wondered about his motives as well.

“Ah, yeah true. Let's hope that this doesn't give that asshole any ideas then." The older replied tilting his head in thought. "Anyway eat your soup and go back to resting instead of being on that laptop all day. You won't get better by playing games nonstop.”

"Ha, I wish. The class I missed today had a project we were supposed to start working on. I have to do so much coding, I won't get to play for weeks." Yunho answered sarcastically, grimacing at the task ahead. If only his power was somehow useful regarding college, maybe he should’ve gone with psychology instead.

✧ ⇀ ༄

"Wooyoungiiiiie, I've been lonelyyyy" San whined, his whole weight thrown onto Wooyoung's back while his arms wrapped around his neck lazily.

"Ugh you're too loud, my head hurts." The shorter scolded him, just as loud himself but voice dying down to a whisper by the end of it.

"Ah, what's that? Have you been out partying yesterday? Without me?" San had now a mischievous grin, mistaking the other’s reaction as traces of a hangover, distancing himself enough to look at the other's face. "I even told you how bored I was, have you found someone you're more interested in?" He continued accusingly, more curious than actually upset.

"I didn't, I just had a rough night." Wooyoung replied groaning, dismissive of the other's attempt to rial him up. It was unusual for him to act like that, specially around San and it only had the older worrying.

"Is that so?" He asked mood dropping a bit.

"Yes, now stop fooling around and start helping out already."

They were helping out at a local school as volunteers, spending their Saturday organising donations. San wasn’t there exactly by sheer good will, he did it mostly for extra credit, but considering he had other options it still spoke some of his values.

Wooyoung’s dance crew participated in quite a few charity events and as he had that much free time he got into volunteering by himself, curious to see in first person which places were genuine enough to share his loot with. The two of them met there almost a year ago, clicking right away and with time developing a long lasting friendship.

"I got it, I'm going to get more box- aha!" San was about to move when he spotted it. With a devious smirk he went back to teasing "You sneaky little devil, are you lying to me now?"

"What are you even talking about?" Wooyoung sighted pushing a box to a higher shelf, on his tiptoes, his arms stretched to reach up there.

"There's proof all over your arms! Must have been a wild night if you're still covered in glitter under your clothes." San pointed at his arms with a somewhat hungry expression at the thought and it wasn't glitter per se that was there. Something more expensive. Wooyoung quickly retracted his arms in a panic, San perceiving that as an admission to the truth.

"Haha, don't worry bro I'm not judging. Just don't forget I'm here too you know I'm getting so bored with classes lately I really need a night out to get wasted and forget about..." San continued talking mindlessly, Wooyoung however wasn't hearing much anymore a bit affected by seeing the sparkles of gold encrusted in his arms, sparkling obnoxiously in the natural light.

Honestly, he felt a little invaded. For you see, his power required him to have a very thorough awareness of his own body, else he might disperse and then regroup as completely different form or missing a limb and that wouldn't be very fun. So he knew and practically felt every single independent cell in his own body.

That's how he could separate the gold from himself at the end of the day. In the heat of the moment it slowed him down, glued him to stuff and he just wasn't able to keep up with it so quickly, but if he just sat down and took a long pause he could get it out. It didn't affect him. It shouldn't affect him. And that's why just finding stray pieces like this felt so frustrating, intrusive even.

Because he should've noticed they were there. He shouldn't be having that pointed out to him.

The first time he was hit and petrified it felt foreign and heavy on him. It felt almost unbearable, like a lead ball attached to his ankle or having to carry dumbbells with him.

With time he was growing used to it, just feeling it mildly annoying and gross like stepping on gum or when you stick a piece of tape to a cat. A feeling of something being wrong and you just can't shake it off.

But by then it had evolved into it sneaking into him and downright naturally feeling like it was part of him.

How many times had he used his powers since the last fight? And just considered the gold as part of his own anatomy, pushed it out then pulled it back in like a normal piece of him? And he didn't notice that not even once?

It sparked many questions and unfounded fear in Wooyoung's head. He hadn't had so many qualms pop up since the time he was still learning to use his power. What if he ends up mistaking actual parts of him with the gold? What if he's slowly becoming metal with each hit of that power? What if...

"Wooyoung?" San asked, his face centimeters from his own looking for any signal of consciousness in his eyes. "Seriously, whatever you had last night must've been pretty heavy huh." San mumbled pouting his tone low and whiny, distraught at being ignored and his brows arched in worry.

Wooyoung always wore his heart on his sleeve, so San never batted an eye at his mood swings that were followed by either lovable praise or sharp remarks. It was disconcerting at first, but once he got used to it his directness made things easier. You always knew what you were getting from him, as reserved as he was with his private life you could still always tell what his mood was.

And for San that had known him for a good while, it felt like he had developed a good gut instinct to know when it was just Wooyoung being grouchy and when things should be more concerning to him.

"Sorry, let's just get this done with, okay? Then we can go grab some chicken." San didn't let it go, worry still in his face, but loosened up as Wooyoung continued. "My treat. Let's hang out today and then we can have chicken while binge watching something together. I'll even let you pick one of those sappy dramas you like."

"Well, if you say so, no take backs" The older answered a little tauntingly as he thought about his options.

"Yeah, now get a move on while I go grab an aspirin." Wooyoung huffed. He supposed a day with his best friend would do him good. Better than being alone and getting lost on his own anxiety.

༄ ⇀ ✧

It was a holiday when Yunho first got a glimpse of who Yeosang really was. The coffee shop was infested that day, filled with both regulars and odd new customers ordering festive drinks that didn’t seem simple to make.

Usually the tall boy would avoid crowds as much as possible being overly sensitive to them but after the opportunity of having a empty lab all for himself, allowing him to spend the whole morning playing around with his gadgets, his hunger was enough of a grounding feeling for him to be able to brave the rainbow of auras inside the packed space.

Yunho was sitting at the counter that day, not where he usually sat but the only available spot then, taking the chance to watch Yeosang work more closely. The boy was making the drinks that time, not very efficiently, but the severely understaffed team of part timers there were practically all hired recently so it was expected.

At that point Yunho already had a hunch of who Yeosang could be. Not that it was difficult to guess, if he ignored the chance of the barista being someone unrelated to the superhero scene then only two options were left. And only one of them was a newcomer as Yunho had researched.

Yeosang set a plate with his bagel in front of him, the drink next almost slipping from his hand if Yunho didn’t rush to hold it. The barista evaded him like the plague, retracting five steps as soon as he motioned forward. They were already acquainted and on a first name basis already with how often Yunho came by, so one would think he’d have warmed up to him at that point.

“You know, maybe is the gloves? I think it would be easier without them?” It wasn’t the first time things slipped from his hands and Yunho was starting to become concerned for the younger boy.

The other didn’t respond, looking briefly at his hands as the golden outline swayed in doubt before going back to work.

It was an interesting concept, that all people with powers had golden auras surrounding them. Yunho could now pinpoint powerful people with a look, that ought to be useful. Apparently invisibility didn’t follow that rule, but with three cases against one it seemed to be more of an exception to a rule.

He never had much time to really analyse The Cardinal’s aura and considering the consistency of the situations he was met with it, there wouldn’t be much drastic changes happening anyway. But watching Yeosang he noticed the subtle change in the tones as it flared up and dimmed down, the boy definitely struggling against the pressure in his task.

Once his vision got past the shining gold filter, the elusive aurora of matching hues each person would usually hold was there just more metallic than normal. Yeosang’s colors were a variety of pinks, something Yunho hadn’t seen in a while. The rose gold was pleasant to the view, he thought fondly.

He wondered what type of colors his villain counterpart had, the invisible guy. The psych didn’t think his aura appeared even when they touched, if it did he must’ve been in too much of a panic to pay attention to it. He comically thought of what type of answer he’d get if he texted the other asking about it as he munched on his lunch.

‘Hey, I’m curious about what color your aura is, do you by any means know why I can’t see it?’ It’s not like he could just say that, right? Well, not that he had anything to lose with it, at least not that he could think of.

They didn’t exchange any messages since Hongjoong started going after The Cardinal and it seemed clear that the other wanted no contact with them. But by now that it was evident that Yunho couldn’t convince Hongjoong to back off maybe he should try sending something.

For an enemy, the invisible boy didn’t seem as vicious as one would expect. His memory of their last encounter was fuzzy already, reaching over a couple of months since, but the other gave him such a soft impression.

Unlike his roommate and the red clad villain, Yunho would much rather talk this out if he could, not into the fights at all and he could guess his villainous counterpart must feel the same. If only Yunho could see his aura maybe he’d have a more accurate sense of his intentions with the way he tried talking to him at first. Well, it all depended on the villain’s objective, he guessed.

Not that the other would have an answer for his initial question either way.

It was rather difficult separating the world he saw from the world that the other powerful people lived in. Finally there were people around him going through the same, yet each of their struggles was entirely unique to each other. It was comforting and depressing at the same time.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the loud sound of metal hitting the floor. The barista he formerly had his eyes on just dropped a tray full of drinks, the drinks he had been struggle up until now to prepare now spilled all over the floor.

The boy himself was slightly shaking, looking down and Yunho didn’t need to see the colorful contour or smell the scent of rain to recognise the signs that he was close to crying. He watched as the other took a deep breath and crouched down to grab the tray.

As he made through the motions to come up and set it down before coming back to pick up the cups a girl with the same uniform came. She placed a hand on his shoulder stopping him and he froze in place, discomfort seeping from him.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll clean this up real quick I swe-” Yeosang started apologizing, stammering through his worlds. The boy looked rather fragile at that moment, still holding on but about to burst under the pressure of the job.

“No, no don’t worry. How about you go and take a breather? It’s okay, we’ll just clean this up and re-do everything for you.” The girl spoke softly trying to calm him down with a sweet motherly tone and Yunho assumed she must’ve been the one in charge by the sheer tiredness coming from her.

She gesticulated with her hands a lot as she spoke and even though the feelings he received were an abstract concept Yunho was sure he could tell precisely every time the boy’s heart rate increased as her fingers got just a bit too close for comfort to him. The difference was subtle, a spike in anxiety that was piled up onto even more of the same feeling, but both layers inherently different in nature.

“But…” He tried to protesting, but got cut off quickly.

“We’re all stressed, Yeosang. Don’t let it get to you, okay? Just take a break and come back when you’re feeling better. Like this you aren’t gonna be able to do anything.” The lady said, more commanding and less brightly than before, letting her exhaustion slip through slightly.

Yeosang seemed to give up at that, shoulders slumping as he turned away.

Yunho watch as he left the place through the side door into the alley next to it. He looked back at his half eaten bagel for a second not feeling so hungry anymore, he just felt like he had to do something after going through that whole overwhelming emotional trainwreck with him.

As he walked out the little bell rang and the younger looked up at him, their eyes meeting briefly. He look extra tiny crouched down besides the door looking up at him with teary eyes shining under the sunlight, red around the corners. He looked away quickly and didn’t look back as if Yunho would just disappear if he didn’t look at him.

The boy sniffled and brought his hand to his face to wipe away the tears threatening to fall. The psych noticed that it was the first he saw him with his gloves off, the piece of clothing hanging on his tight as he fidgeted with his bare hands trying to calm his breathing.

“Hey” Yunho kneeled down in front of him, calling out gently as possible.

The other looked at him again and his arm moved on his own to touch his shoulder as an instinct, skinship being his go to for comforting. It was dumb of him, doing the only thing he knew for sure would worsen the situation, but he hadn’t thought it through.

“Don’t touch me!” the boy yelled out distancing himself as much as he could, startling the taller. He fell downwards, now sitting on the floor. Through the surface that his hands touched to support himself a golden handprint spread as he tried to scoot further away to be able to stand up.

“No, wait, look! I know. I know about your power.” Yunho started talking rushedly with his hands up in the air, knowing he fucked up and desperate to not scare the boy away even more.

That made Yeosang freeze and Yunho took the chance to try and defuse the situation, speaking in a more hushed cooing tone. “It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay even if I touch you, because I have one too. Trust me.”

Yeosang didn’t look too sure about it looking at him like he was crazy, a terrified expression gracing his face, but Yunho took it as a good sign that he had stopped and not bolted yet.

“I’m like you.” Yunho continued now slowly standing up and bending down, offering his hand to the other. “You’re not gonna hurt me, I swear.”

He left his hand hanging there, patiently waiting to see if he would take it. Yunho wasn’t like Hongjoong that naturally gave people he cared about space till they’d go looking for him themselves, nor as selective of such people for that matter.

Yunho was more pushy and impatient wanting to help right away, maybe because the problem was way more apparent to him, affecting him as much as the next person, but he learned a thing or two from the other. As much as his power was so invasive he himself shouldn’t be.

“It’s okay” He looked the other in the eyes, nodding in reassurance and motioning with his hand. The other hesitated for a moment way too long and the psych almost gave in, his back starting to hurt from waiting like that.

Before a defeated sigh could escape his lips however Yeosang moved, slowly reaching up to him. Yunho pulled him up, helping him stand up and letting go of his hand to show his palm.

“See?” he asked with a comforting smile while holding his hand in the air for the other to inspect.

“How?” Yeosang asked rushing to grasp his hand again, not believing his eyes.

“I can… Stop other powers.” He spoke hesitantly. No matter how long it passed since he first started talking to Hongjoong about his power, he still hated saying it out loud. It looked like he could sympathize with the smaller boy on that at least. “As long as I’m touching you, you won’t be able to use yours.”

Yeosang eyes widened even more if that was possible, bringing a second hand to hold onto Yunho’s massive one, looking at them with what he assumed was wonder by the tingling feeling surrounding them.

“How… how did you know?” Yeosang asked slowly without taking his eyes of their interlaced hands, confusing the older. When he didn’t get an answer he clarified. “About my power I mean. How did you know I had one?”

“I can see things normal people can’t, like auras and such.” Yunho replied, his voice lowering. “People like us are easier to distinguish for me.”

The younger looked up at his face finally, brow scrunched up. Yunho guessed he was intrigued, but he couldn’t quite tell with the other holding his hand and consequently muting him senses.

The bell rang again interrupting the charged moment, another attendant clocking out and coming out to tell Yeosang to come back and replace them. Yunho was left alone as the other went back inside, the other’s eyes looking distraught at having to let go of his hands and put back his gloves, but nonetheless abiding to it while excusing himself.

✧ ⇀ ༄

Slowly and lazily Wooyoung opened his eyes again, arms wrapped around his waist reminding him of where he was. They hadn’t gotten past half of the first season of whatever series San had picked before he crashed. San acted accordingly, laying them down and spooning him into a comfortable and dreamless much needed nap.

As he stirred the arms clutched to him tighter, San’s nose nuzzling the crook of his neck and letting out a protesting whine right onto his ear still wanting to stay deep asleep. With a sight Wooyoung settled against him again.

He didn’t expect to make many friends outside his dance crew when he first moved there. He didn’t work and he didn’t study, dance was something serious for him and to be honest he foolish thought he wouldn’t ever be needing anyone else at that time of his life.

However now he was glad he had met San, how they clicked so well and practically felt like each other’s missing piece at that point. They were comfortable around each other, never needing to filter their words and were there to support each other. They didn’t need to be embarrassed or even ask for anything, the other was always there to provide whatever the other needed maybe even before they knew they need it.

But there was always this thin line that they never crossed. Or rather he never crossed, San always seemed to be one step over it looking back to see if Wooyoung followed him, and taking that step back when he didn’t.

They went out clubbing to unwind pretty often, having fun, getting drunk and hooking up, but they never had that talk about what they were to each other. Sometimes they were best friends, sometimes they were more. Most of the time they just felt like home to each other and that was enough, no need to label it, no need to make a move. Most of the time it was enough. Not always, he thought to himself melancholic.

“Wooyoung?” San asked from above. From above?

With a startle Wooyoung sat up.

“Did you fall from the couch?” he continued asking, voice husky sounding still half asleep.

He was now sitting on the floor, a second ago completely laying on the carpet.

He didn’t notice. His power activated and he didn’t noticed. It had been years since that happened.

When his power first started showing itself it was a common occurrence to drop things because his hands weren’t solid, to wake up under his bed, to fall through a fence he was leaning against. As if he wasn’t really there, as if he stopped existing for a second.

The thief didn’t like it, that feeling. He put in so much effort into controlling that power, to make it his own and prove to himself he was more than just a weird glitch in the universe.

He was there, he existed .

To lose control like that was miserable. He raised his hand to push his hair off his eyes and the taunting golden speckles sparkled on his skin like crystallized freckles.

Damned be that golden hero and damned be Choi San.

A knock on the door was heard and San got up with a sigh.

“Seonghwa?” he heard the other ask, voice far away. Wooyoung didn’t notice he had moved all the way to the door, deep in that state where he is aware of being zoned out but not quite able to come back from it. He was feeling like trash and being alone felt like a better idea right now than it did that morning.

He took the cue the newcomer stranger had given him and run to grab his stuff ready to ditch the place, mumbling to San he needed to go and passing through them both without looking back.

༄ ⇀ ✧

Yunho found himself sat on a booth at the cafe about to have a serious talk regarding powers once again. He hoped this wouldn’t become a recurring situation. At least this time both of them had their share of explaining to do and he drew comfort from that as he stirred a pack of sugar into his bitter drink, waiting for the other to start his break.

Although Yunho was worried the barista would start to avoid him after he outed both of their secrets, Yeosang surprised him, having almost immediately agreed to sit down and talk to him on a more peaceful time.

He seemed keen on the idea even and the taller could easily guess why. The front the boy put up had the psych expecting him to be more prideful, but he too would be desperate for help if it was his case. Yunho was glad the other saw such hope in him, that made everything easier and the prospect of having someone else like him around was admittedly exciting.

Yeosang appeared after a few minutes of waiting, apron still wrapped around his waist and the psych could feel his anxiety. The younger sat down across from him awkwardly, quietly waiting for Yunho to start his interrogatory.

It was weird to be in that role this time around, to be the one directing the witch hunt, but if it was gonna be this way he was hoping to at least make the other feel more comfortable than when Yunho was in his place. A plate with a piece of chocolate cake was pushed towards the unexpecting boy with a small smile, his courtesy as Yunho had seen the other munching on that dessert often, which was received with a meek thanks and the scent of appreciation.

He seemed to have chosen the right gift, the psych was good at that knowing all too well the familiar smell of strong vanilla extract and the pastel yellow hue that flared up amidst the other’s aura.

“So you’re fighting that infamous thief, right?” He started trying to sound not too serious while the other pushed away the plastic wrapping with his fork.

“Yes, I’m the one going after Mist.” Yeosang answered finally meeting his eyes. He sounded confident on that, hopefully a sign of him being willing to open up.

“Then you’re the one people are calling Stardust. What does your power do exactly?” Yunho asked going straight to the point, hoping that to take that out of the way as soon as possible would be the best way to go about it.

“Everything I touch turns into gold.” Yeosang answered reluctantly after a moment of silently avoiding his eyes yet again, the window view seeming very interesting all of a sudden.

“Well, ain’t that a predicament.” Yunho answered voice light, not being able to stop a small smile that came on his face as he instantly thought of how quick he could escape his college debt if he had a power like that instead of lamely seeing extra blurry colors and getting headaches from emotionally charged strangers.

“Haha, very funny. It might sound good, but I can assure you it’s not.” The other replied flatly, not pleased with Yunho’s reaction.

“I’m guessing that, like Midas’ curse in disguise, you can’t control it?” The psych asked, already knowing the answer. As convenient as it would be to become rich using it, there were numerous stories in history advising to the danger of something like that. They were usually a metaphor for greediness, but they worked just as well in the literal sense in that case.

“You would be right.” Yeosang agreed focused at picking on his cake now, his tone lowering making Yunho having to strain to hear it almost as if he was ashamed of that fact.

Yunho didn’t think that feeling was shame per se, but he couldn’t quite place it as the bitter matcha-like taste coming from it filled his mouth and nose even as he sipped his caramel drink.

“How do you… use it? To fight I mean. I saw it on tv, but I couldn’t have guessed it from that at all.” Yunho asked giving up on trying to read the boy any deeper than he already had.

“It’s hard to explain, I can… Spread the gold. Almost like an infectious disease.” He sad, looking grim, clearly not fond of his abilities. “I can pull it back as well, although how easy that is depends on the material. Air is a particularly easy medium to pull it from. I touch the air with a bit more intent and then just push the gold through and back. It’s not as long ranged and quick as it would be if I was using the floor for example, because it takes a lot of effort to turn it but it’s the cleanest method.”

Yunho had some trouble wrapping his head around air itself becoming gold, but he could comprehend the general idea. It was a creative use for it and, more than King Midas, the boy reminded him of Medusa from the way he managed to weaponize his power to turn his opponent into stone from afar.

“So using your power depends on the surface you’re touching…” Yunho asked, his brain racing to understand all benefits and restrictions that entailed, like rules he’d have to remember to play a game.

“I still don’t quite understand it myself, but from what I’ve gathered it’s more about the states of matter. Liquids are almost impossible, gases takes effort to turn but are easy to revert and solids… Solids are turned easy and hard to revert. That’s why I need to take this so serious.” he explain looking at his gloved hands.

“What about The hunter, what type of power does he has?” Yeosang asked suddenly, trying to change the subject.

“Huh?” It caught Yunho off guard, the mention of a third person.

“Didn’t you say you mention you were with the guy that's fighting the Cardinal? I assume is something with electricity from what I keep seeing online.” The other responded, not noticing the cause of his confusion.

So Hongjoong was being called The Hunter, huh. For someone that spent so much time online the psych didn’t really bother with news about Hongjoong too much since he had front row tickets to his stunts already. An interesting name that still made no sense for him, he made a mental note to pick up on his slack and look for the meaning behind it later.

It was true that most weapons Yunho had provided him with had electricity as the base damage provider. They were the easiest to adjust with his power and knowledge and the most humane route even though he was starting to have to up his creativity lately on ways to not do harm and still appease Hongjoong’s grudge.

It was the hero that wanted to not get carried away with the weapons to start with, now it was him that tried to upkeep that value.

“He doesn’t have one, he fights using mine.” Yunho answered nonchalantly, not really thinking about how confusing that must’ve sound.

“What?” In return the boy looked utterly confused as expected.

“Most of what you see are normal custom designed weapons, I’m basically his tech guy. He goes and get the glory like Batman or James Bond while I stay in the lab and do all the hard support work.” Yunho started explaining, starting by his gadgets which were always a more exciting topic for him. “About my power it’s a long story, but simplifying it I can infuse objects with it and propagate its effect so that’s how he doesn’t get affected by The Cardinal. It’s easier to show than explaining so I brought gifts!”

“Gifts?” Yeosang was finally getting it till the last part totally derailed him again.

“There’s a few, first I got you these! These aren’t too special but I thought I’d take them out of the way first.” Yunho said excitedly as he pulled the first item from his backpack.

“Gloves?” The other didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t that.

“The ones you use seem slippery, so I asked my roommate about it and he gave me these. He comes around here a lot I’m pretty sure you must know him. He made them himself, because as he said ‘most non-slippery gloves are ugly and he wouldn’t let a friend use something like that’. ” Yunho explained, speaking in a mockingly solemn tone to imitate Hongjoong’s nagging voice. “You just need to check if the size fits, but I think he got it alright.” Yeosang stared at him in disbelief, but Yunho didn’t seem affected by it as he focused on looking through his bag.

“Now for the cool part, I also have this.” Yunho continued excitedly pulling a piece of cloth and handing it to the younger. “It’s the second one I’ve made, so I’m confident it should work, but it would be good to test it before using it for real.”

Yeosang unwrapped the cloth to find a tiny star charm. He looked back at the other uncertain what to do with it, but the other only looked back at him excited like a huge puppy. He took it out of the cloth clumsily between his gloved fingers and held it up to the light to look at it better.

“Try touching it.” Yunho finally spoke. “You know, without the glove.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows scrunched up at the idea, anxiety filling Yunho’s mouth with a metallic taste and making he settle down a bit with his excitement. He always got carried away when it came to his inventions, probably rushing things a bit too much, but Yeosang’s aura was already dimming from the second hand exposure to the charm so he wasn’t too worried.

“Here, I’ll hold your hand if you’re scared. That way nothing can go wrong.” He said offering his hand over the table.

Yeosang looked hesitant, eyes going between the outstretched hand and his gloved ones, and Yunho couldn’t blame him as both of them seemed to be in completely different paces with the taller going too fast and him still catching up and yet to get comfortable with what was happening.

He half regretted not taking things slower as he patiently waited for the other to react, but eventually Yeosang did made the motion to take of one of his gloves swallowing loudly.

He approached his bare palm to Yunho’s hand still hesitating to touch anything, much more a human hand like that, letting the older do the final move to grasp it. The psych held onto the back of his hand tightly as he took the charm and placed it on his palm, proceeding to pull on his fingers to close the boy’s hand into a fist around it.

“You can’t really see what it does while holding onto me, so I’m gonna let go,” He started speaking and Yeosang eyes widened like saucers at that, clearly scared at the prospect, and Yunho rushed to continue and correct himself as he rubbed his thumb on the back of the other’s hand reassuringly. “but it’s gonna be okay I promise, just hold onto that charm like this and I’ll check if it’s working.”

He waited for a sign that the other was okay with letting go and when Yeosang finally nodded shaking slightly he did it slowly, lifting his hand in the air between them and distancing his own hand from it. As expected the psych couldn’t see his aura anymore.

“It’s working! You can safely touch anything now, try it!” Yunho said with a smile all too abruptly for the tension filled moment, catching Yeosang off guard again.

”Rest your hand against the table, you’ll see.” The older tried instructing, but the other skeptically went for the tiny dessert plate bumping it with his knuckles. After years with such a power he knew better than to touch a whole table. He did the motion a few times again, his brow scrunched up in confusion. He looked back at Yunho for an explanation after softly bumping the table with hesitance and nothing happening.

“See? As long as you have that your power wont work. That way you can take a break from using those gloves! It doesn’t last forever but I can just refill it when it’s done.” Yunho said mindlessly while taking the charm back and helping him put his gloves back on, worried now that the loose tiny piece might fall off the perplexed boy’s hand.

“If you put it into a bracelet or a necklace it should still work and even on your pockets it should have some effect. Your power is risky though, so I’d rather you kept it touching skin if possible for maximum effect.” He continued explaining as he wrapped it in cloth again to hand it over.

Yeosang didn’t let any emotion show, the way he was now quietly thinking and processing his words reminded Yunho of a statue, a freeze frame in front of his eyes. At first glance his words although polite were always spoken in a raspy tone and his attitude seemed rough around the edges reminding him of a small hedgehog. That was Yunho’s first impression of Yeosang, cute but spiky and defensive.

However, even though his exterior seemed to not let out anything that told him otherwise, Yunho could sense how the boy marvelled at his gifts now laid on the table with fondness, grateful for it, and how he was slowly warming up to him as his aura swayed calmly in muted pastel tones. He was a good kid, a bit aloof and awkward but just the type that made the psych want to take care off him.

He knew how hard it was to do this on his own and it made him wish to be there for the younger from now on. To give him the help and the guidance he never had with his power.

Not that he had all the answers for his problems or even any knowledge about how to control the other’s power, and that was probably what he needed the most, but if Yunho could relieve his burden even if a slightly bit he wanted to do it.

He thought he was alone in this, in being an outcast, an impostor trying to fitting in around normal people. But he wasn’t and, even though it hadn’t been too long since they met and they weren’t even that close yet, now he just wanted to make sure Yeosang knew that too. Knew that he wasn’t alone.

“Finally, one last thing. I have a proposal for you from The Hunter himself.” Yunho spoke, determined to have Yeosang under his wing.

What he was about to say wasn’t from the hero at all, it was all Yunho, but it worked perfectly for Hongjoong as The Cardinal’s power wasn’t like Mist’s physical one, it would make it all easier and then they could finally stop playing around with this dangerous situations.

“So now we are talking business.” The younger hero’s warming demeanor changed at that almost at the flicker of a beat and the confidence he had when talking about the thief before reappeared. It almost felt like now he was no longer speaking with Yeosang but with Stardust, bringing his hero’s persona to negotiate.

“Yes, don’t feel pressured to accept it on my behalf or anything, it’s really just an idea.” The older replied, not wanting to seem overbearing. “Before I continue though, he wanted to ask why did you decide to go after Mist.”

“My parents work at… that business. A few of the stores that were targeted were theirs.” Yeosang answered, seemingly uncomfortable to talk about it.

So his parents were rich, the older thought and at the back of his mind he wondered why he would be working part time at a coffee shop if that was the case, but he knew better than to ask such an insensitive question when they barely really knew each other.

“Every time it happens the security takes the blame and gets replaced.” The younger continued explaining sounding sorrowful. “A lot of people get hurt trying to go after him, only to get fired when they fail. It might not seem like a big deal, but it’s not only the owners that suffer from these thefts. After seeing the aftermath I just couldn’t stay still any longer. I had to do something.”

‘Can’t stay still’, ‘had to do something’, Yunho heard that speech before and he still couldn’t relate. When he got caught up in this situation his first instinct was not to get outraged at the injustice, it was more like ‘omg i’m gonna die i gotta get outta here why my body isn’t moving???’ or something along those lines.

He only really had the urge to do something when he knew Hongjoong was involved, but it was more the fact that his conscience was heavy from it being a person he knew personally and so it felt like his responsibility.

He wasn’t kind or good enough to feel the need to fight back for someone else even when he had the perfect power to do it. He couldn’t think of a way that he could properly use it even if he wanted, not being a good fighter like his roommate.

That answer hit the psych into a self reflective state which he didn’t appreciate much, but Hongjoong would be satisfied with it for sure and that was enough for him.

“And The Cardinal? Have you been avoiding him? I imagine it would be problematic if he could control someone with your type of power.” Yunho asked curious about the other’s opinion on the villain.

“You’d think so, but his commands don’t affect me. I have no idea why.” The other answered nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t really care to fight against him anyway. Him and I aren’t that different in the end, both going after criminals. The only difference is that he’s going for easy prey.”

Okay, that part his best friend wouldn’t approve, but they could agree to disagree for all Yunho cared. It was a grey area. Hongjoong hadn’t seen much problem with diamonds getting stolen either. All of them, heroes and villains, had grey motives and their own set of morals.

Hongjoong was better than him, fearless and with the will to do god, but even him had his actions tainted with his own need to prove himself, to overcome the insecurity that being helpless sprung on him.

The psych could see both sides. He didn’t get controlled and didn’t have a strong sense of justice, but he also felt the emotion that the mental binding struck in people afterwards. If it wasn’t constantly shoved in his face he probably wouldn’t have thought about it otherwise and probably would’ve share Yeosang’s sentiment.

“I see. Well, here’s the proposition. Considering Mist’s power making him almost impossible to imprison, I would think it’d be convenient to have something to nullify his powers, am I right?” Yunho rushed to change subjects, not wanting to delve deeper into that discussion.

Something clicked for him as he thought about what the other would need against the thief. Why hasn’t he gotten caught already if the other could just turn him into metal?

“In fact I would go as far as to guess that your power isn’t being enough to hold him down as it is, otherwise you’d have him turned into a statue already.” He continued, throwing in that gamble to persuade the other.

“Yes, you would be right. Partially.” Yeosang’s stoic front flickered a bit, the apprehension he wouldn’t let show on his face unmistakably flaring up his aura and standing the hairs on Yunho’s neck. “I don’t doubt I could easily win and get this over with if I wasn’t limiting myself, but I don’t know how much Mist’s own power can protect him before I start to do permanent damage.”

“We were thinking it would be best to join forces. Whether you support the cardinal or not, you have to agree the way he manipulates so many innocent bystanders is getting out of hand. With your power The Cardinal would have to at the very least rethink his methods and lower his scale.” Yunho finally laid out his proposal, starting with what he expected was a decent motive to team up.

“And what do I gain with it?” Yeosang questioned, unexpectedly not eager on the idea still.

“We would help you as well. I can make something with my power that can render Mist unable to escape, but you wouldn’t be able to handle it without losing your own powers. My friend would be willing to backup you up and vice versa, both of you get some help defeating the enemy. It’s a win/win situation.” Yunho answered, feeling like what he was saying would make the other less nervous, yet it didn’t seem to be enough.

Yeosang was uneasy and Yunho couldn’t guess why by just reading the air. He didn’t want to pressure the younger after progressing so much before, so he tried reassuring him with a smile.

“I understand if you need more time to consider, even if you decide it wouldn’t work for you it’s fine. It’s okay to change your mind later too and I would be willing to help you with anything you need either way. We just thought it would make things easier to fight together.” The older tried in a reassuring tone, a tentative smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“I- I don’t want to turn anyone into a statue.” Yeosang said meekly, finally clicking for Yunho why he had gotten so nervous.”That’s why it’s better for me to not go against someone like him.”

Ah, I said something like that didn’t I? , Yunho thought catching himself. He didn’t even realize such words left his lips, not really thinking about it as he said them. The other couldn’t control it and was already holding back to not hurt the thief, that was insensitive of him.

“Ah, yes, of course, I know! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say it like that, I know you don’t.” Yunho hurried to apologize now sorrowful, smile dropping instantly. “I get it, really.”

An awkward silence stood for a few moments as he thought up a way mend the situation, to lift up the mood that made his senses so uncomfortable and steer away from this lingering buzzing in his ear and shadowing dark colors.

“I refuse to use my powers on someone that can’t defend themselves against it.” Yeosang said finally with a sigh, before he could act. “Nonetheless, it’s a good opportunity to have some way to trap Mist like that and I hate being in debt, so if you’d still have a use for me without involving direct hits to that villain I would be willing to strike a deal.”

Yunho’s face that had since became a pout directly at his own self pushed up into a smile once again, clearly excited by this development.

“But with one condition.” The other was quick to cut off before he got too hyped up. “I don’t want anyone to know I have this power. If The Hunter doesn’t know already then don’t tell him my identity.”

“He doesn’t and I won’t tell, don’t worry.” Yunho replied quickly practically bouncing off his seat.

“Also I’ll follow along with whatever you need me to do, but regarding Mist I plan to keep doing my own thing so don’t expect to just take over my target. ” Yeosang continued laying down his boundaries. Yunho made a face at that, quickly covering it up but it didn’t went unnoticed by him. ”Is that gonna be a problem?”

“No, no I’ll be sure to tell him that. He’s just… naggy I guess? My friend is the type to take teaming up seriously, so I can imagine he’d be pretty opinionated and he’ll probably want to make sure your not doing anything too risky for yourself. Without his help at least. And he’s a very good strategist, so I’d listen to his nagging once in a while.” Yunho trailed off imagining how Hongjoong would feel about that.

“But overall I think you two are gonna get along well, I wouldn’t be too worried.” He ended dismissively.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Yeosang said sighing again. He looked at his watch “We can have a try out period. See if pairing up actually changes anything. Now I need to go back, my break has been over for fifteen minutes already.”

“Deal.” Yunho proclaimed as he reached out for a napkin to scribble on. They’ve been talking for almost an hour already and he still felt like the amount of things he wanted to clear up weren’t half sated, but they manage to cover the basics and for that he was happy.

“Here’s my number. I don’t know how long the charm I gave you will last with your type of power, so I probably should check up on it around a week from now if you use it regularly.” Yunho said hurriedly as the other got up.

Yeosang took the paper with a final nod before going back towards the cafe’s staff door. Yunho’s drink had been finished for a while now, tiny coffee grains sticking to the end of his cup that swirled around as he shook it.

He hoped that this ‘alliance’ would work out. That they wouldn’t get hurt playing around with something they didn’t understand and that it would all end soon so they could just be normal college students living normal lives, where finals was their biggest problems and he was the only one having to worry about powers’ side effects again.

✧

The Hunter wasn’t too pleased with not knowing his new partner identity, but with Yunho’s vow of approval and the fact that they had virtually the same goal appeased his worries for the time being.

He did not waste time in bringing about a matching costume for the mysterious hero, very different from his own style-wise, but enough of the same in essence to be recognized as an uniform.

The hero claimed that sending a clear message that they had each other to rely on now was safer and since the psych agreed he didn’t point out how much of an excuse to sew a second piece in this costume collection this was.

The dark costume passed by Yunho hands, the puppy-like boy very excited to work on its gadgets with a sparkled curiosity over what he could do that enhanced or complimented the other’s powers.

When the stylist handed it out asking for his blessing on it, Yunho didn’t mention that he shouldn’t “bless” it or else it’d be counterproductive. It was definitely interesting for him to have another person with powers around, having to think on how to circumvent his own power at times and yet make it useful on others.

The younger seemed to not be affected by The Cardinal’s voice for some reason they needed to look into late which left only the invisible guy as a hindrance to him. He also wanted to test so many things about his own powers practically and not over the items he created, yet he knew better than be pushy with the other boy, still sensitive and scared of his own self.

The gloves turned out to be the right thing to gift him, although redundant with the star around his wrist he still wore them. Whether it was because he didn’t trust the charm, was scared it would run out or just felt uncomfortable without them after so long the psych wasn’t sure, but he seemed to cherish it and it did work better than his last pair of gloves.

He later learned the original ones were lined with gold and now he was glad to have put so much work into the inside lining of the gifted ones. He wasn’t sure of the other’s power then but understood enough to know it was necessary, making it with lasting material that would last longer but not practical enough for any of his other projects by the amount of effort and energy that went into it.

While he kept everyone’s identities a secret, it didn’t stop Hongjoong and Yeosang to meet naturally in their daily lives. They went to that coffee shop often before the new employee showed up and it was just Yunho’s luck that he had gotten a few times alone with him before his friend was back to tag along.

Hongjoong might’ve not known the shy boy’s secret or anything about him truly, nonetheless it didn’t take him more than a few interactions to all but adopt him just like he did with Yunho almost a whole year before.

The boy just stroke his protective side, a side Yunho noticed came out often around his few close friends and he couldn’t contest it as the same sentiment seemed to have awakened in him when it came to Yeosang.

If his best friend actually knew that the other was actually the latest addition to his small team he might’ve weeped in pride with how close their justice speeches were similar, regardless of their contrasting views.

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hi my guys ! name’s honey, i’m 19 and i’m actively doing everything in my power to keep from going back to campus to get my books because that means classes are about to start and...yep, no thanx. anyways, i’ve been eyeing this bad boy and when i saw lizzie the loml got reopened i’d figure hell yeah, let’s do this thing, so here i am and honestly just accept that you’re never getting rid of me. beneath the cut is more on jackie, ofc, so feel free to hmu or just like this and i’ll come to you !! #buyrainbowonitunes

——— woah! wait, was that ELIZABETH OLSEN i just saw walking down mainstreet? no, of course not. that was just JACQUELYN VANCE. they’re TWENTY-SEVEN years old and identify as CISFEMALE. they have been in Alder Heights for TEN YEARS and work as a MAGAZINE EDITOR. i’ve heard they can be OBSTINATE and PEDANTIC on their bad days. but don’t be put off, because JACKIE can also be FERVENT and DISCERNING. no wonder people around here call them the AMARANTH.

born in los angeles, california, jackie grew up very comfortably; both parents are lawyers and during the clinton administration, jackie’s father served as the us ambassador of france. she was nine when they first moved, and was seventeen when her father’s run overseas was finished, and being back home was an interesting transition for her, since she felt like the odd man out considering she’d fallen in love with the french way of life, i guess? she didn’t really want to leave when the time came, but it wasn’t entirely up to her (her least favorite president is w. bush, 3 guesses why lmao)

instead of going back to la, they moved to alder heights, since her father wanted to continue pursuing a career in government/politics, and it was much closer to dc than la was. her two younger sisters adjusted to life back home a lot easier than jackie did; she wound up completing the last little bit of high school online, since she’d had an accelerated course schedule overseas (she loved school) and would’ve rather been eaten by wolves than go back to public school tbh. she started classes at georgetown uni (rich parents lmao) at seventeen and for awhile, her major was in political science since she had every intention to follow in her father’s footsteps, he was her hero after all

and then somewhere along the line, she realized she didn’t really like political science, she liked having an opinion on and discussing politics, so she moved over into mass communications and her parents weren’t thrilled at all, they totally thought they were going to have a vance legacy and be able to start some family dream team thing and being the oldest, they expected her to be the one to fulfill this, and it definitely started a few fights but they eventually shut up about it just because arguing with her is arguing w a brick wall tbh — they are still slowly coming around, they’re not crazy about it but they still support her, things are Tense, fun times

so she graduated, went on and got her masters, blah blah, fast forward to where jackie finds the job of her dreams at an unnamed, v popular magazine (it’s unnamed bc i want it to be lmao, givE ME TIME but if you need a comparison, think cosmo) and she chased after it hard, like all she wanted to do was be a writer and after spending roughly two years as an assistant, she got promoted to a writer and she loved it, absolutely loved it. got to write about the things she was passionate about, loved the people she worked with, she was living the Dream

and after a few years of just really, really enjoying her job her higher-ups were like “hey, we’re gonna promote you if you want” and in jackie’s mind she was like, hell yeah, more responsibility, more control, all the things she loves tbh and she took the job as the lifestyle department editor since it was broad and encompassed a lot of the stuff she’d enjoyed writing for and of course, Loved it...to a point

jackie is married to her job, and it’s highkey unhealthy tbh, she’s very very hard on herself and now that she’s moved up in the hierarchy of things she’s beginning to see what they ask of their employees and it’s not always stuff she agrees with? it’s a lot of pressure and she’s beginning to fall out of love with all of it in general, the writing, being responsible for stuff, etc and part of her is like fuck this, i’m over it but at the same time, she’s forcing herself to stick w it because she wants to prove to her parents she can too see their successes in the career path she chose

basically, she’s currently conflicted as hell when it comes to work and is currently a don’t ask, don’t tell type of situation

has begun doing freelance writing on the side?? she doesn’t post or share any of it since most of it is just her rambling and she’s not got that much time to dedicate to it as it is but it’s kinda keeping her sane in the moment and reminding her as to why she loves what she does

her label is the amaranth, one of my faves, which p much means that they’re hard to forget and leave an impression and that’s certainly jackie lmao, she’s got a very strong personality that makes it hard for you to confuse her w anyone else

y’all see the traits up there in that app....that’s Her. she’s the kinda person you want in your corner, not the person you want opposing you bc she will end you and show no mercy

is a sagittarius

can sometimes let her emotions get the better of her??? she’s stubborn and gets conflicted very easily and that basically just leads to disaster, she’s great at making problems in her life that aren’t a big deal a Big Deal and what she wants, she’ll get it even if she’s got to step on toes or scream really, really loudly for someone to hear her; her parents taught her to never settle and settle she does not

also bilingual, speaks fluent english and french. usually only slips into french when she’s pissed so...beware

connections i’d love to see for jackie (but aren’t limited to, i just know it’ll be a hot second before i get a page up and running!):

best friend — self explanatory, obviously, but just give me someone who jackie can sit on the couch and drink wine with in her pajamas, someone who’s got her back if they go out to a bar, her go-to if she’s ever got a company thing and she needs a date last minute, someone who’s gonna butt heads with her when there’s a conflict in either of their lives but they still love one another no matter what *cue true friend by hannah montana in the distance*

sibling like relationship — another self explanatory one but jackie’s got a mad mom side to her, she’s v protective of the people she loves so give me someone that might as well be a long lost vance, they do dumb shit together, have each other’s backs, try (and fail) at matchmaking for the other, having a toothbrush with their name on it at their apartment, the works

summer flings!!!!! someone jackie met while she was on vacation or even off on a business thing and they like hooked up and she never in a million years would’ve expected to bump into them back in alder heights......except, she did

tbh just give me a friends-esque group of people for jackie where they all hang out and eat and act like their lives aren’t constantly falling apart, that’d be N*ce too

exesssss!!! the good, the bad, the inescapable, the ones with lingering feelings, the ones that swear they’re over but have a problem every time the other even looks like they’re about to go on a date w someone else, this is free range

college friend — basically someone that she met back when she was in college and was the first bit of american companionship that she’d had since she was like, nine?? like i said, she started classes at seventeen, and hadn’t really interacted with anyone since she did online schooling for her senior year; this could’ve been a roommate, someone she had a class with, someone that she met on campus and got coffee with, we can talk this one out obviously but you get the gist!

angst — idk what, idk how, i just live for it and i want it thanks

someone who lives near jackie and whether it’s really weird stuff like coming over to ask for some milk to put in their coffee since they’re out and forgot to buy some or they like hang out and have dinner together a few nights a week, switching off and stuff, i think this could be Fun

family friend — jackie’s parents are both lawyers and her dad’s been involved in politics for awhile so i can imagine jackie’s gone to her fair share of parties and whatnot, meeting clients and coworkers and all kinds of people so this would ideally be someone she met because their parents were acquaintances/friends; they could’ve met as kids, stayed in touch while jackie was overseas and resumed their friendship years later when the both of them found themselves back in dc, they could’ve met on the more recent end of things, they could totally understand the other’s pain and get along gr8 because someone finally gets it, they could lowkey hate each other bc their parents are rivals/ they’re trying to work through it...the possibilities are endless

and while i’m on the topic of past connections: jackie occasionally had to come back to the us and visit dc while her dad was serving as ambassador (aged 9-17) so if you’re interested, we can totally work something with that

a plot where they’re acquaintances at best, they’ve maybe got mutual friends and therefore they hang out a bit but they’re always arguing w one another for whatever fucking reason, they both probably annoy each other but they’ve got mad sexual tension going on?? maybe they act on it, maybe they don’t, but either way, they lowkey enjoy the bantering and being at one another’s throats even if they act otherwise

#「 •• 𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓞𝓘𝓝(𝓔) ; mun.#alderintro #this will not show up in the tags but Hoe well *throws confetti*

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A.J. Raffles and the performativity of gender

Note: Over the course of #rafflesweek, I will post five excerpts from my master’s thesis on E.W. Hornung’s Raffles stories. While each part can be read on its own, I recommend reading them in the order they are posted.

This is Part 1.

(Please see the end for footnotes and works cited.)

Introduction: How the English Gentleman Came to Be

[This introduction is a condensed version of a much longer chapter about Victorian roles of masculinity.]

My analysis of A.J. Raffles and Bunny Manders was based on the main concept behind Victorian middle-class masculinity: the gentleman. The original definition of a gentleman (dating back to the late Middle Ages) was a man of aristocratic birth with land ownership. When the feudal system was overturned as a result of the Industrialisation, the emerging middle class not only gained political and economic power but also began to appropriate the gentleman ideal. This appropriation shifted the meaning of what a gentleman ‘is’ from an inherited privilege (one was born into it) to an aim to strive for, thus making it accessible to non-aristocratic members of society.

The middle-class ideal of a ‘true’ gentleman was based on moral virtues (courage, honour, integrity, self-respect, etc.). However, it was still tied to wealth, as the best means of achieving gentlemanly status was through public school education. Apart from instilling moral virtues into its pupils, public school education also fostered athleticism through team sports such as rugby and cricket. The philosophy behind this was called ‘Muscular Christianity’: only in a sound body could a sound mind (and moral character) thrive. Public schools were designed to prepare their pupils for an upper middle-class life: these young men would either pursue a profession (law, military, church) or live off inherited wealth / investments. Both options afforded the gentleman a great amount of leisure: whiling away his days at clubs or house-parties, he was able to display his disinterest in economic matters by eschewing a life of thrift and manual labour.

Victorian middle-class society was strictly divided into a public, ‘male’ sphere and a private, ‘female’ sphere. The men were supposed to display vigour, initiative, moral rectitude and self-restraint, while the women were expected to be tender, nurturing and submissive. In the 1890s, the gentleman ideal was contested by the newly-emerging role of the dandy. The dandy was a fundamentally theatrical being: he combined lower-class bohemian aspects (dress, lifestyle) with aristocratic archetypes (artificiality, posing, masks). This was based on the ideas of Aestheticism (art for art’s sake) and Decadence - the rejection of social institutions (e.g. marriage) and the embrace of hedonistic self-indulgence. For the Decadents, the meaning of life lay in the intense experience of moments through great passions. The dandy’s performative identity and his ridiculing of morality was perceived as a direct attack on the integrity of the gentleman ideal. As the dandy’s aristocratic attitudes were also associated with effeminacy, his presence threatened the gender stability of the middle-class gentleman as well. Indeed, the dandy would soon be associated with homosexuality, the most famous example being Oscar Wilde.

“You Must Not Make the Criminal (Gentleman) the Hero”

By the time the first volume of Raffles stories was published in 1899, the idea of what constituted a ‘gentleman’ was highly contested. Half a century earlier, the concept of a ‘gentleman thief’ would have been anathema to people like Samuel Smiles, who praised moral integrity and truthfulness as the core characteristics of a gentleman (Smiles 1997: 317). At the turn of the century, however, a writer of stories depicting the idea of the gentleman as “essentially weak and vulnerable” (O’Brien 2015: 658) did not have to fear censorship or moral outrage any longer.

While there were some critics of The Amateur Cracksman who voiced moral concerns1, the overall reception of the stories by critics and the public alike was very positive. On one level, Hornung’s stories about a cunning and egotistical, public-school educated gentleman pretending to be a man of leisure while secretly robbing the houses of the upper (middle) class, were merely cashing in on the late-Victorian craze for sensationalist stories (both fictional and non-fictional) (Fox 2007: vii-viii). Accounts about ‘forbidden’, immoral and possibly violent subjects were in huge demand by the late-Victorian reader (Seeber 2012: 335); tales about secret identities, guilty secrets and transgressions of moral and social boundaries abounded in sensational journalism as well as in popular fiction and high-brow literature2 (Freeman 2007: 73). A notable nonfictional example was the nation’s fascination with Jack the Ripper. One major thread running through the public discussion at the time was the assumed respectability of the man: for instance, the skillful removal of organs from his victims led the Illustrated Police News to speculate he was a doctor in everyday life (Godfrey 2011: 116). [Even Raffles voices his own theory about the murderer’s identity at one point: “[…] it’s my profound conviction that Jack the Ripper was a really eminent public man, whose speeches were very likely reported alongside his atrocities.” (Hornung 2013: 31).] In a world where a serial killer was believed to be a respected gentleman, the scandalous potential of depicting a fictional gentleman burglar was consequently not that high.

Playing at being a gentleman

While the choice of a criminal gentleman as protagonist may not have been that controversial in itself3, the way in which E. W. Hornung characterises A. J. Raffles challenges the common-held notions about what a gentleman was by blurring the lines between gentleman, dandy and the common criminal. When the reader is first introduced to Raffles in “The Ides of March”, his status as a gentleman is quickly established. As a boy, he attended a public school where he excelled in team sports, especially cricket (Hornung 2013: 6). As the reputation of a public school during this time4 depended in no small part on the quality of its sports teams (Holt 1992: 82), Raffles’ performance of his role as captain of the school cricket team can serve as an indicator of his gentlemanly character. This is pointed out by Bunny when he comments: “Everybody knows how largely the tone of a public school depends on that of the eleven, and on the character of the captain of cricket in particular; and I have never heard it denied that in A. J. Raffles’s time our tone was good, or that such influence as he troubled to exert was on the side of the angels.” (Hornung 2013: 6-7)

After Raffles left public school, he joined the ranks of amateur cricketers, playing in matches both at home and in Australia (Hornung 2013: 47). His being an amateur is another trait that characterises Raffles as a gentleman: “an amateur is as proficient as a professional, but plays the game for its own sake rather than for money” (Green 2003: xxxiv). Spending a great amount of time playing cricket without actually being paid for it implies that Raffles is wealthy enough to not have to pursue actual work. Bunny assumes as much when, desperate for help after signing over worthless checks to the winners of a baccarat game, he visits Raffles hoping to get a loan from him: “[…] I had dared to look for kindness from him now; because I was ruined, and he rich enough to play cricket all the summer, and do nothing for the rest of the year […].” (Hornung 2013: 3; emphasis added).

However, the true source of Raffles’ income is soon revealed. Having promised to help Bunny, Raffles drops several hints as to how he will secure the necessary money. When Bunny, overjoyed that Raffles will come to his aid, proclaims that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for a friend, Raffles asks: “Not even […] a crime?” (Hornung 2013: 7). He then proposes to visit a jeweller friend of his in the middle of the night. When Bunny expresses doubts, Raffles assures him he has “the run of [the] place and a latch-key all to [himself]” (Hornung 2013: 8). As naive as Bunny is, it takes him until he is actually standing in a room above the jewellery shop to realise what’s truly going on:

“He had given me a dozen hints, and I had taken none. […] ‘A burglar!’ I gasped.

‘You – you!’

‘I told you I lived by my wits.’” (Hornung 2013: 10-11)

The reason Raffles gives for leading a double life of respectable gentleman by day and skilled burglar by night is quite illuminating: “Why should I work when I could steal? Why settle down to some humdrum uncongenial billet, when excitement, romance, danger and a decent living were all going begging together?” (Hornung 2013: 16). In essence, Raffles wants to enjoy the leisure and privilege a gentlemanly life affords without having to endure a boring profession to finance it. Additionally, he pursues a profession that presents him with countless moments of thrill and excitement, which is reminiscent of the Decadent argument that life should contain as many “pulsations” and moments of ecstasy as possible (Pater 1980: 190). While Raffles loves playing cricket, turning professional would not be an option for him. The earnings of professional cricketers were not nearly substantial enough to finance a life of leisure (Holt 1992: 290-291). A gentleman was expected to dress a certain way and his apartment had to belong to a respected neighbourhood (Waters 1997: 31); both of these requirements were not sustainable on a professional cricketer’s salary. It is precisely because Raffles plays cricket just for fun that the doors of higher society are open to him.

The status of gentleman was only accessible for people with a certain amount of wealth. While burgling houses certainly provided a way to attain the necessary income, it being a crime went straight against the idea of moral integrity that was so engrained in the gentleman ideal. Thus, while Raffles certainly knows how to act like a gentleman (Larance 2014: 106), he doesn’t share the moral convictions commonly associated with the role. While Bunny repeatedly expresses compunction about leading a life of crime, Raffles does not share this view. For him, crime is an exciting game (Hornung 2013: 364). He does pay lip service to it being “wrong”, but he immediately brushes that aside by saying, “we can’t all be moralists” (Hornung 2013: 16). This nonchalant dismissal of moral concerns is also one of several elements in the stories that tie Raffles to the aesthete and the Decadent dandy.

Well isn’t this just Dandy?

The Raffles stories abound with references to Aestheticism and Decadence. Firstly, the stories establish Raffles’ keen interest in art and literature. In “The Ides of March”, the reader learns that Raffles fills his home with exquisite furniture and heaps of books: “It was charmingly furnished and arranged, with the right amount of negligence and the right amount of taste. […] Instead of the conventional rack of war-worn bats, a carved oak bookcase, with every shelf in a litter, filled the better part of one wall […]. The man might have been a minor poet instead of an athlete of the first water. But there had always been a fine streak of aestheticism in his complex composition […].” (Hornung 2013: 6; emphasis added)

Bunny also points out several Pre-Raphaelite paintings adorning Raffles’ walls, naming works by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Hornung 2013: 6) and reproductions of paintings by George Frederic Watts and Edward Burne-Jones (Hornung 2013: 381). That Raffles’ stacks of books aren’t merely decorative is apparent in the amount of quotes he readily intersperses in his conversations. First, the stories are peppered with Shakespeare quotes. To name just one example, Raffles quotes Julius Caesar prior to his and Bunny’s first felonious undertaking: “‘The Ides of March, the Ides of March, remember.’ Eh, Bunny, my boy? You won’t forget them, will you?” (Hornung 2013: 8). Raffles also references the works of John Keats several times, especially his poem “The Eve of St. Agnes” (Hornung 2013: 15). In “The Fate of Faustina”, the story which chronicles his tragic dalliance with a young Italian woman named Faustina, Raffles quotes two poems by Algernon Swinburne. While Shakespeare and Keats can be readily explained by the classical education Raffles enjoyed during his schooldays, his profound knowledge of Swinburne may be seen as indicative of his “streak of aestheticism” (Hornung 2013: 6) – the Pre-Raphaelite poet was much admired in Aestheticist circles (Freeman 2007: 83).

Crime as an art form

Apart from being a consumer of art and literature, Raffles also uses aestheticist ideas to explain his philosophy on crime. In “A Costume Piece”, Bunny doesn’t deem Raffles’ plan of robbing a South African millionaire necessary as they still have enough money at their disposal. Raffles is aghast at this statement: “Necessity, my dear Bunny? Does the writer only write when the wolf is at the door? Does the painter paint for bread alone? […] You pain me, my dear chap; you needn’t laugh, because you do. Art for art’s sake is a vile catchword, but I confess it appeals to me.” (Hornung 2013: 20; emphasis added). Many of Raffles’ schemes are based more on the beauty of the objects he intends to steal than the money he actually gets for them when selling them to a receiver of stolen goods. For instance, after he has stolen a golden cup from the British Museum in “A Jubilee Present”, he doesn’t sell it, but keeps it on his mantlepiece for days. When Bunny suggests he should melt it down to at least get some money in exchange for the gold, Raffles vehemently disagrees with him: “Taking it was an offence against the laws of the land, Bunny. That is nothing. But destroying it would be a crime against God and Art, and may I be spitted on the vane of St. Mary Abbot’s if I commit it!” (Hornung 2013: 139; emphasis added). Whenever Raffles does have to commit a burglary out of pure necessity – which happens more frequently than he would care to admit –, he considers it “a vulgar sort” of crime (Hornung 2013: 35)5.

Raffles’ artistic views are not confined to the objects of his desire but extend to the method of stealing them as well. In “Nine Points of the Law”, Raffles and Bunny are enlisted by a somewhat corrupt lawyer to steal a painting from an Australian legislator. Instead of being content with simply snatching the painting, Raffles scours all over the country for a convincing fake so he can steal the painting without the legislator noticing it (Hornung 2013: 82-83). When a club of criminologists invites him to one of their meetings in a later story, Raffles realises they suspect him to be the gentleman thief, so in order to get them off his scent, he stages an elaborate break-in that looks as if it took place while he was at dinner with the other club members; the only thing he actually steals, though, is a pair of parliamentary robes, which he returns to the owner anonymously at the end of the story (Hornung 2013: 286-288). Finally, Raffles’ sense of artistic flair is also applied to his tools. He keeps his drills and skeleton keys in “a pretty embroidered case” originally meant for razors (Hornung 2013: 12), and a rope ladder designed by him for the heist at the Criminologists’ Club is disguised within a cane with a polished knob (Hornung 2013: 287).

This conflation of art and crime was not a concept that Hornung had invented himself. Rather, it was indebted to Oscar Wilde’s theory on “crime as art” (Freeman 2007: 76). In several of his works6, Wilde had experimented with a new form of criminal protagonist: “the gentleman-about-town, exploring the gulf between appearance and reality” (Freeman 2007: 77). The concept of a gentleman with a dark secret was thus directly indebted to the writings of one of the most eminent Decadent dandies.

The Wilde Card

The link between A. J. Raffles and Oscar Wilde is not restricted to the overall construction of the narrative. In fact, the Raffles stories are riddled with references to Oscar Wilde’s life and his works7. Firstly, there are several parallels between A. J. Raffles and the characters of The Importance of Being Earnest (1895). Raffles’ place of residence, the Albany, is also the place where Ernest Worthing lives while he stays in London (Wilde 2000: 16)8. In “Nine Points of the Law”, Raffles excuses himself from a dinner obligation with the Australian legislator by claiming he was “called out of town” due to a “sudden illness of [a] near relative” (Hornung 2013: 79); this is part of his plan to sneak into the apartment and steal the painting. When Bunny is quizzed by the host on what relative that would be, he confesses that he doesn’t know Raffles’ family because he knows Raffles “[o]nly in town” (Hornung 2013: 79). This scene is a nod to the concept of ‘Bunburying’ thought up by Algernon Moncrieff in The Importance of Being Earnest: “I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose.” (Wilde 2000: 19).

Concerning the character’s personal tastes, Raffles only ever smokes Sullivans, an exquisite brand of Egyptian tobacco (Hornung 2003: 141, note 4). His consumption of this type of cigarette is so well-known that, when he later has to live under an assumed name in London, he is too scared to smoke them for fear of being found out: “I can’t even smoke Sullivans, because no one man was ever so partial to them as I was in my lifetime […]” (Hornung 2013: 122). While Oscar Wilde himself was known to enjoy “consuming large quantities of expensive Egyptian cigarettes” (Freeman 2007: 83), the pleasure Raffles takes in smoking Sullivans is also reminiscent of one of Lord Henry Wotton’s aphorisms in The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891): “Basil, I can’t allow you to smoke cigars. You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?” (Wilde 1994: 93-94).

There is also the parallel between A. J. Raffles and Oscar Wilde being forced to keep parts of their identity hidden from society: “the man-about-town playwright who leads a secret life (one that was at the time, a criminal matter), the man-about-town cricketer who leads a secret (also criminal) life” (O’Brien 2015: 660). Freeman adds another level to this when he points out that, apart from being a gentleman thief, “[…] Raffles is already leading a double life in some respects by alternating between the supposedly antipathetic roles of aesthete and sportsman.” (Freeman 2007: 83).

Finally, the parallels between Raffles’ and Oscar Wilde’s later life, while not exact, are quite startling: In 1895, Oscar Wilde was charged with having committed an “act of gross indecency with another male person”9, found guilty, and sentenced to two years in prison (Rowland 1999: 76). After being discharged in 1897, he was forced to leave England and spend the last three years of his life as a semi-invalid in France (Rowland 1999: 80). During his time there, Wilde had adopted the assumed name of “Sebastian Melmoth”; the name was a reference to Melmoth the Wanderer (1820), a Gothic novel written by his great-uncle Charles Maturin (Sedgwick 1985: 94-95). In a striking parallelism of dates and facts, Raffles’ cover is finally blown in 1895. Charged with stealing a priceless pearl aboard the SS Uhlan, he manages to evade capture by leaping overboard; as the ship is at this point ten miles from shore, Raffles is believed to have drowned (Kemp/Mitchell/Trotter 1997: 33). Meanwhile, Bunny is arrested, tried for burglary and sentenced to eighteen months in prison (Hornung 2013: 128). Two years later, Raffles returns to London as an elderly, invalid Australian called “Mr. Maturin” and meets up again with Bunny, who has recently been released from prison (Hornung 2013: 122). Raffles spends the next three years in hiding, with Bunny as his only companion, before he dies on an unnamed battlefield in South Africa in the year 1900 (Hornung 2013: 232).

Performance art of the self

While the references to Oscar Wilde are indeed striking, it would do the stories injustice to reduce A. J. Raffles to a mere fictional amalgamation of Wilde and his characters. Displaying character traits, styles and opinions of both the athletic gentleman and the aesthetic dandy, Raffles cleverly subverts both gender roles by exposing their inherent instability: “In Raffles the effete, passive, superficially charming manner of the dandy clothes-horse is subsumed within a powerful body that is in sly and subversive alignment with contemporary masculine paradigms.” (O’Brien 2015: 661). Once the essentialist notion of a ‘natural’ masculinity is discarded, the character is free to perform his masculinity (and, more generally, his identity of self) in whatever way he wishes.

This makes it notoriously difficult for the reader to get a hold of the ‘real’ A. J. Raffles. While society knows Raffles mainly as amateur cricketer, Bunny’s position as his close friend and partner in crime gives us insight into the more secretive aspects of Raffles’ life. The reader learns that Raffles is incredibly skilled at disguises, an ability essential for balancing his double life: whenever Raffles has to make business with other members of the criminal class, he turns into “the professional Cockney villain who, to reduce the risk of blackmail by his receiver of stolen goods, ‘drives[s] all [his] bargains in the tongue and raiment of Shoreditch’ […].” (Freeman 2007: 84). Raffles’ disguises are so immaculate that he manages to fool Bunny with them every time. In “A Costume Piece”, for instance, Bunny is dumbfounded when “the dark scowl and the dirty clenched fists of a dilapidated tramp” (Hornung 2013: 22) turn out to belong to his friend. Raffles then leads him to the place where he keeps the props necessary for his disguises – an apartment in Chelsea, which he has officially rented as an artist’s studio10. To make his posing as an artist believable, Raffles keeps a canvas in the room: “[…] there’s the canvas I’m always going to make a start upon. I tell [my landlords] I’m looking high and low for my ideal model.” (Hornung 2013: 24). When Bunny first enters the room, Raffles asks him, “Looking for the works of art?” (Hornung 2013: 23). This can be interpreted in two ways. Firstly, he is of course referring to the lack of actual paintings in the room; secondly, the question could also be pointing to the disguises Raffles constructs in here. As Raffles sees his criminal exploits as artistic endeavours, the disguise is a crucial part of performing the art of crime. By transforming himself into the perfect image of a London tramp, Raffles essentially becomes a work of art himself.

A. J. Raffles has constructed his life as a web of alternate identities and disguises. His character is made up of conflicting traits: the aesthetic dandy vs. the athletic gentleman, the upstanding citizen vs. the skilled thief, the charming society man vs. the cunning and egotistical criminal. What part of his identity is presented to society, Bunny or the reader is wholly Raffles’ choice. This has led Larance to remark that, “[…] because his entire life is essentially a performance piece, it is frequently difficult to know which Raffles is real and which Raffles is the performer.” (Larance 2014: 107). However, the point of the Raffles stories is that there is no ‘real’ Raffles. The ease with which the character switches between different gender roles exposes that there is no essential, ‘natural’ masculinity or femininity. As gender is a major constituent part of identity, the performativity of gender implies that a person’s identity is also not absolute, but established through the very act of performing it (Butler 2007: 34). This, more than anything else, makes A. J. Raffles a precursor of modern notions of gender and personal identity.

Footnotes:

1For example, a review in the Bookman reproached Hornung for having written “‘the greatest incentive ever penned to spirited youth to make a brilliant living by the burglar’s art’”.

2Both Robert Louis Stevenson’s Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde (1886) and Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) explored the destructive potential of secret identities and the fragmentation of self.

3A view apparently not shared by Arthur Conan Doyle, who commented on the “rather dangerous” suggestions of the Raffles stories in his memoirs (Haining 1984: 16). He also claimed to have cautioned his brother-in-law: “You must not make the criminal the hero.” (qtd. in Larance 2014: 100). This runs counter to Hornung’s claim that Doyle actively encouraged him to pick a public-school villain as the protagonist for a new series (Green 2003: xxi).

4Assuming that Raffles was about 28 years old in “The Ides of March”, which is set in 1891, he probably would have attended public school between 1876 and 1881, a time when the importance of high-quality team sports for the reputation of a public school had already been firmly established (Waters 1997: 74).

5It is only during his life in hiding, when stealing for money has become a necessity after all, that Raffles changes his mind: “The older I grow, Bunny, the less I think of your so-called precious stones. When did they ever bring in half their market value in L. s. d.” (Hornung 2013: 131).

6Most notably in The Picture of Dorian Gray, where the painting enables Dorian to indulge in ever more baser exploits while retaining his innocent and beautiful looks.

7A possible explanation for these references can be found in the personal connection that existed between Oscar Wilde and E. W. Hornung. They were friends and close neighbours in the early 1890s, and Hornung christened his only son ‘Oscar’ in May 1895 – at exactly the same time as Wilde was being tried for homosexuality (Rowland 1999: 76).

8The Albany was also the place where Hornung’s acquaintance George Cecil Ives, a cricketer and criminologist, lived (Green 2003: xxiv).

9The Criminal Law Amendment Act of 1885 had made sodomy punishable by two years’ hard labour. This was actually an improvement on the former legal status of homosexuality: up until 1861, homosexual acts had been considered a capital offence (Purchase 2006: 126).

10Chelsea was one of several parts of London where dandies and artists tended to mingle in coffee-houses and restaurants (MacLeod 2006: 33-34).

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Thanks Carrier I will be in Maryland this afternoon for a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including those registered to vote who are dead and many for a long time. I like best about Rex Tillerson is that he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all types of foreign governments. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. I made a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a father, trying to come back. It will only get worse.

Hillary's wars in the Middle-East. And what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him in Irish and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. That's quite true. How did NBC get an exclusive look into the top secret report he Obama was presented? Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time. —I had half a crown myself, says Terry. Says little Alf.

Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in the U.S.

—And here she is, says Alf.

Wow, the ratings are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop.

Hillary's been failing for 30 years-why didn't she do them? I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in the dark horse pisser Burke was telling me in the hotel Pisser was telling me in the hotel the wife used to be stravaging about the landings Bantam Lyons told me that was stopping there at two in the morning without a stitch on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the white chief woman, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong push from Crooked Hillary, who tried so hard, was unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington D.C.

Made all of my friends and supporters in Virginia.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

May in Washington in the Spring.

#Debate One of my first primary victory, to discuss terror and the horrible events of yesterday.

Hundred to five.

Bill Kristol has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but if I win, all of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania, will be speaking in great detail on numerous other topics! Biggest of all crowds expected, see you there! Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the pleasant countenance. —Na bacleis, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he.

I have not heard any of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I want guns brought into the school classroom. But fear not, the dishonest media report the facts! We will bring back our dreams!

—Ah, well, says Joe.

God, he gave him one last puck in the wind, Queensberry rules and all, made him puke what he never ate. But fear not, the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

It is being reported by virtually everyone, and is a fact, says John Wyse.

I call him.

Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Winter White House Mar-a-Lago for our great country. When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders.

Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized.

—Three cheers for Israel!

That's the whole secret. HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —Eh, mister! Wow, the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails. It will only go further down under Clinton. Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard. The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he is not compos mentis.

Hundred to five! Then he was telling us there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on with a shoehorn.

Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! A GREAT GUY!

Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the Democrats-the system is rigged. Terrible! This very moment. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! Says he, snivelling, the finest purest character. The joint statement of former presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are sadly weak on immigration. Look forward to going to Indiana on Thursday to make a better deal for the Cuban people, the Cuban/American people and the U.S. And lo, as they quaffed their cup of joy, a godlike messenger came swiftly in, radiant as the eye of heaven, a comely hero of white face yet withal somewhat ruddy, his majesty's counsel learned in the law, and with all that money spent against me!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And the bloody dog: After him, boy! If Cory Booker is the future of our country.

Crooked Hillary Clinton will be a disaster America is proud to stand shoulder-to-shoulder w/a free & ind UK.

—We are a long time. —Repeat that dose, says Joe. Could a swim duck?

If he doesn't he should drop out of race. —For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen. Our economy will sing again. Larches, firs, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast. The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley. Gob, there's many a true word spoken in jest. From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character.

#VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, who let us all down, is now telling the Republican Party can come together and win this election. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. When I said in an interview that Putin is not going into Ukraine, you can mark it down, I am the only candidate who is self-funding.

Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that horribly oppress women and gays & refuses to speak out against Radical Islam.

News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton has bad judgement.

The proceedings then terminated.

Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by women many already proven false and pushed big time by press, have impact! And J.J. and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. Where is he till I murder him? Governor of California and even worse on the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard! Bernie voters who want to fix our rigged system and bring back our jobs. Isn't this a ridiculous shame? Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the tip.

Isn't it a shame that the person who will have by far the most delegates and many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz or Kasich, and yet am not being treated properly by the Republican Party. I will be going to New Hampshire today, home of my first primary victory, to discuss terror and the horrible events of yesterday. 8 MILLION. —Well, says J.J., a postcard is publication.

The V.P. a joke!

Says I. I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom.

100% wrong along with Obama, is now telling the Republican Party.

—He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy, poor little Willy Dignam? —Isn't he a cousin of Bloom the dentist?

And says Bob Doran.

It has been a highlight of my stay in Indiana. I will beat Hillary! Looks like yet another terrorist attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. —Still running, says he. A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with her e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the United States for years.

Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, where the crowd was incredible. Collector of bad and doubtful debts. That ends when I am President! The maids of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very becoming costumes in the same place for the past five years. Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! Why? So funny, Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes. He will be greatly strengthened and our borders will be strong. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know Putin, have no deals in Russia, and the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Peter Nolasco: and therewith from Carmel mount the children of Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the said purchaser, his heirs, successors, trustees and assigns of the one part and the said purchaser but shall be and remain and be held to be the president! Don't be talking! So he starts telling us about corporal punishment and about the crew of tars and officers and rearadmirals drawn up in cocked hats and the parson with his protestant bible to witness punishment and a young lad brought out, howling for his ma, and they swore by the name of Moses Herzog over there near Heytesbury street. They ought to have stuck up all the plans according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. A GREAT GUY!

What is your nation if I may ask?

Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that.

You what?

Top suspect in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who also knew of the Brussels attack, is no longer a Bernie Sanders political revolution. Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Really good meeting, great chemistry. Because, you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Busy day planned in New York-a one night stay in Scotland.

Very much enjoyed my tour of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture … A great job done by the RNC and all.

How dare you, sir, I'll make no order for payment. I won't mention any names, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. It was so great being in Nebraska last week.

I will say about Rep. Never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates.

How bad is the New York Times—the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Was there to support son Clinton is trying to say that he would respect the results of—during a general election.

—En ventre sa mère, says J.J.—Do you call that a man?

—Because, you see.

—Yes, says Bloom. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday.

—But, says Bloom. True for you, says Joe.

What is going on in the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. France and Spain, the wild geese. Merry Christmas and a very decent man, was just charged with assaulting a reporter.

—As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse.

I will fix it, they do the typical political thing and BLAME.

And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick.

With his name in Stubbs's. —You? A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. Says Joe, God between us and harm. Be tough, R's!

And Bloom explaining he meant on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other learned professions. The new joke in town is that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails and DNC disrespect. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what to do with a wedding reception.

We want no more strangers in our house.

Just cannot believe a judge would put our country in such peril.

Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Collector of bad and doubtful debts. Klook.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Can't believe she would misrepresent the facts!

Or who is he?

Questioned by his earthname as to his first sensations in the great divide beyond he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them. U.S. instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico.

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. Our law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster-is imploding fast!

Give it a name, citizen, says Joe. Dirty Dan the dodger's son off Island bridge that sold the same horses twice over to the government to fight the Boers. Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, says Joe. Stay tuned!

Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein.

There's one thing it hasn't a deterrent effect on, says Alf. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. Even though Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise.

The men came to handigrips. My supporters are far tougher if they want to be, but fortunately they are not hostile. I would have gotten 10 million more votes than she did! Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the burning and crime infested inner-cities, they want TRUMP!

Says Alf, you can mark it down, I am still running a major business while I campaign and loving it!

Also backed Jeb. This is Nixon/Watergate.

—God's truth, says Alf.

Says Ned. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! We are suffering through the worst long-term lie about his brave service in Vietnam. Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders would have won the Democratic nomination if it were not for striking oil, they would be scorned & called terrible names! Now let us all down in the last 70 years. It is being reported by virtually everyone, and is a fact, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. And all down the form. She'd have won the money only for the other dog. Supreme Court!

END!

And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that and then he said well he'd just take a cigar. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen.

This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence.

No new deals will be done during my term s in office. I we broke the all-time record for most votes gotten in a Republican Primary-by a lot? Everybody is talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. I want toughness & vigilance. Terrible! Turnberry, and its great Ailsa Course. Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. And moreover, says J.J. Today will be fun!

Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex who were present being visibly moved when the select orchestra of Irish pipes struck up the wellknown strains of Come back to Erin, followed immediately by Rakoczsy's March.

I will bring back our wealth-and we will win! Very unfair!

#Debate We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a much more beautiful set than the Democratic Convention. Getting ready to open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

You love a certain person. A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the Alaki of Abeakuta by Gold Stick in Waiting, Lord Walkup of Walkup on Eggs, to tender to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. —Amen, says the citizen. The man that got away James Stephens.

Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to be a weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all to end!

But small is good, flexible, save money and number one! —Is it Paddy? I WON! Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

Hundred to five. Both are looking good and doing a great job at the border.

It is so pathetic that the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona. Says Joe, handing round the boose. Big rally in Anaheim.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that he is selling out! He wants four more years of Obama or worse!

The people of our country, is ridiculous and will be saved on military and other purchases after January 20th. Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump.

Did Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. In light of the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be weak and open-and let the Muslims flow in.

I have ZERO investments in Russia. —Holy Wars, says Joe, handing round the boose. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who lied on heritage.

Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the fact that I conceived it with Mark B & have a big WIN in November, paving the way for many great Supreme Court Justices was very well recieved.

The mimber? In my opinion an action might lie.

—Right, says Ned.

Love, moya!

They don't look presidential to me! Crooked Hillary Clinton is a disaster and 2017 will be the best by far in fighting terror.

A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble.

—Holy Wars, says Joe. So of course the citizen was only waiting for the wink of the word and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford. Fleet was his foot on the bracken: Patrick of the beamy brow.

#MAGA! And Bloom cuts in again about lawn tennis and about hurley and putting the stone and racy of the soil and building up a nation once again and all to that.

The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

Give the paw, doggy! The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf.

But those that came to the land of bondage. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. Arrah, bloody end to the paw he'd paw and Alf trying to keep him in drinks. I am reading that the great border WALL will cost more than the government originally thought, but I never did lie!

WIN!

—How now, fellow? GO FLORIDA! Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate?

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! That's not life for men and women, insult and hatred. Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York. —Do you call that a man?

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency. Insulted. And another one: Black Beast Burned in Omaha, Ga.

This very moment. We are with you in every way!

—How now, fellow?

We are going to collude in order to fully focus on running the country in order to be with the great Bobby Knight who last night endorsed me at 12:00 this afternoon.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa.

The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the entire opinion, the panel did not bother even to cite this the statute.

—Good health, Ned, says he, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.

Only a question of time Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street. While I believe I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than 1237 delegates, it is true-Carlos Slim, the great squaw Victoria, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. I am President! I've a pain laughing. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst. And the rest nowhere. When will our so-called judge, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our midst.

Paul Ryan & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC. The media lies to make it sound bad or foolish. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze. —Nannan's going too, says Bloom.

And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody establishment. We had a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Says I to Lenehan. —What?

Many dead and injured.

—A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him a yard long for more.

Mister Knowall.

Adonai! Peaceful protests are a hallmark of our democracy.

Nice!

Distance no object. But what did we ever get for it?

Amazing people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY.

Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. Does nothing. 'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

North Korea just stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and he covered with all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be our president! —Why not?

Don't you know he's dead? Crooked Hillary. O God, I've a pain laughing. The metrical system of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him right in the corner behind the barrel, and the haters are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no problem! Your God was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza.

He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

—Was it you did it, Alf?

The blessing of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Todi and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. Look what is happening to our country under the WEAK leadership of Obama and our country will never come back. The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot. —O, by God, says Ned. —Bestir thyself, sirrah!

I have raised for the vets, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money advanced on note of hand. She is owned by Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests.

—Who tried the case? And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of the Barmecides.

Sen. McCain should not be allowed!

Going now to Texas. Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Year-a great honor to be the president! The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and the importance of physical culture, as understood in ancient Greece and ancient Rome and ancient Ireland, for the development of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted! ISIS, China, Russia, ISIS and all of my points. Just leaving D.C. What? He's over all his troubles. Here, citizen. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. So J.J. ordered the drinks.

I am not mandated to do this under the law, and with him the prince and heir of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of deathless Leda. Tremendous crowds and spirit. Also, Crooked Hillary hates her!

Tim Kaine has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been pushing hard to get it approved.

So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he, looking for you. Mitt Romney called to congratulate me on the economy and jobs. Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? We need unity & leadership. I am asking the chairs of the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it.

Many reports that I will be leaving my great business in total in order to be with the great people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. H. If the ban were announced with a one week notice, the bad would rush into our country from certain areas, while our people are far more vulnerable, as we wait for what should be EASY D!

The citizen made a grab at the letter. Today at 3:00 P.M. W. And our wool that was sold in Rome in the time of Juvenal and our flax and our damask from the looms of Antrim and our Limerick lace, our tanneries and our white flint glass down there by Ballybough and our Huguenot poplin that we have no choice but to take our tough but fair and smart message directly to the people of the great comments on the debate last night.

Another horrific attack, this time in Germany.

In getting the endorsement of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! —Raimeis, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. NO FEDERAL FUNDS? —True for you, says I. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. When I said in an interview that Putin is not going into Ukraine, you can cod him up to the two eyes. Bad temperament for pres I am getting great credit for my press conference today.

How is your testament? After today, Crooked Hillary called African-American voters-but they are fading fast! And Bloom letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets! Good health, citizen. A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! That's quite true. Prior to the election it was well known that I have interests in properties all over the bed and the two shawls screeching laughing at one another. Working hard! What's that? Have you got an old testament?

Yes, says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says he.

—Ay, Blazes, says Alf.

Isn't he a cousin of his old fellow's was pewopener to the pope.

Finally, in the course of which he swallowed several knives and forks, amid hilarious applause from the girl hands.

And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and the other learned professions. Hole. #MAGA Well, now they're saying that I not only won the NBC Presidential Forum, but last night the big debate. No, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction.

How are the mighty fallen!

—After him, Garry! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—Yes, says Bloom. Special quick excursion trains and upholstered charabancs had been provided for the comfort of our country cousins of whom there were large contingents. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly. What?

The media is spending more time doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. He will, says Joe, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint. The irony is that the loss by the Dems was so big that they are very smart and very vigilant. Course it was a bloody barney.

I'm thinking. Tomorrow's events will be amazing! Couldn't loosen her farting strings but old cod's eye was waltzing around her showing her how to do it. For that matter so are we.

L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up.

It was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton and her team were extremely careless in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information.

Spoke to U.K. Or also living in different places. —Well, he's going off by the mailboat, says Joe. So of course Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Three cheers for Israel! Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she is saying we need her to lead. To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. I.

—Nannan's going too, says Joe. But where is he? They can't! —Nannan's going too, says Joe. Force One on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary and Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get better as we continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut!

A bit off the top.

Crooked Hillary despite the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails?

'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. —Give us a squint at her, says I, in his gloryhole, with his knockmedown cigar putting on swank with his lardy face. Will CNN send its cameras to the border to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—or are they worried it will hurt Hillary?

—Look at him, says Alf. Such a beautiful and important evening! —And the tragedy of it is, says Alf. Says Joe, throwing down the letters. I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it.

News. —It's on the march, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last time. Crooked Hillary Clinton will be forced out of the interment arrangements. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. It is Clinton and Sanders people who disrupted my rally in Chicago-and then they say I must talk to my people. Gone but not forgotten.

But do you know what that means. Then sloping off with his five quid without putting up a pint of stuff like a man. A lot to talk about the massive drug problem there, and all countries, fight back? We are winning and the press is refusing to report it. Bernie people will fight. Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting.

The unfortunate yahoos believe it.

Five people killed in Washington State by a Middle Eastern immigrant. This Week with George S this morning.

—check w/local officials for details & VOTE! Many dead and injured. Visszontlátásra! —Isn't that a fact, that the media pile on against me is the worst president in U.S. history? Paper has lost its way!

Says the citizen.

Throwaway twenty to letting off my Throwaway twenty to letting off my load gob says I to myself says I. Nice! Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many Syrians as possible. And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. I'm sure that will be all right, citizen, says Joe, haven't we had enough of those sausageeating bastards on the throne from George the elector down to the German lad and the flatulent old bitch that's dead?

#ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is a disaster. O, by God, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay?

More power, citizen. Little Michael Bloomberg, who never fought in Vietnam when he said that Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! The Intelligence briefing on so-called Obama years.

Things are looking good!

Taking what belongs to us by right. Many people are equating BREXIT, and what is going on?

It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you see? M.B. loves a fair gentleman. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a political campaign. Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us yet? The league told him to ask a question tomorrow about the commissioner of police forbidding Irish games in the park. —By Jesus, says I, in his fight to lead the DNC, is that he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all types of foreign governments. Where are our missing twenty millions of Irish should be here today instead of four, our lost tribes? We cannot allow this horror to continue!

Too bad! Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier.

Gob, that puts the bloody kybosh on it if old sloppy eyes is mucking up the show.

To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Having a good relationship with Chuck Schumer. Old Whatwhat. Breen, says Alf.

Crooked Hillary can officially be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary. Myler came on looking groggy. He is, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. —As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. My son, Eric, will no longer be allowed to raise money! Thank you to Eli Lake of The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Politics! Very strange!

No, says I. Now, don't you see, says Bloom. The bride who was given away by her father, the M'Conifer of the Glands, looked exquisitely charming in a creation carried out in green mercerised silk, moulded on an underslip of gloaming grey, sashed with a yoke of broad emerald and finished with a triple flounce of darkerhued fringe, the scheme being relieved by bretelles and hip insertions of acorn bronze.

The exhibition, which is the result of years of training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she made up things that I said or believe but have no basis in fact. Can't allow lightweights to set up a spoiler Indie candidate!

Guilty-cannot run. Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is? It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

The reason lyin' Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Try again!

All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of the catastrophe important legal debates were in progress, is literally a mass of ruins beneath which it is to be feared all the occupants have been buried alive. Dignam, says Alf.

He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.

Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

We just had the worst jobs report since 2010. Says J.J.—We don't want him, says he. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. Says I.

Hillary.

Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the shop. Christ, only five … What?

And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and, by Jesus, he took the last swig out of the pop.

Hello, Bloom, says he, and I doubledare him.

Raised a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off. Says he. Also, Crooked Hillary will not win.

He is turning out to be a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the choice of Tim Kaine, who represents the opposite of hatred. Rigged system! —And the wife with typhoid fever! He will be a disaster for jobs and the economy!

In reply to a question as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that he had written in order to keep me from getting the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M.

What Garry? Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill.

Any amount of money to NATO & the United States for years. If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House wait so long to act? From day one I said that I want to see the citizen. And the citizen and Bloom having an argument about the point, Bloom saying he wouldn't and he couldn't and excuse him no offence and all to that and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the court a moment to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old one was always thumping her craw and taking the lout out for a walk. Time and on-line poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. So he went over to the biscuit tin Bob Doran left to see if Martin is there.

Gob, they ought to drown him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the pop. —Come in, come on, he won't eat you, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he.

I tell you what.

And Bloom, of course, totally rigged. Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is-RADICAL ISLAM! —Wine of the country, says he.

U.p: up. As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse.

The water rate, Mr Boylan. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. I had half a crown.

Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts. Democrats would have their convention in Pennsylvania where her husband and her killed so many people in Germany said just before crime, by God's will we will slaughter you. —Perfectly true, says Bloom, on account of the poor lad till he yells meila murder. Do the people of Indiana. It will fall of its own weight-be careful! That is horrifying. —Persecution, says he, I dare him, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb.

Poll numbers way up-making big progress!

Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz.

The endorsement of me by the establishment, my numbers continue to go up in America. Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint.

Obama's brother, Malik, just announced that he wants the people of Indiana. We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. What I mean is …—Sinn Fein!

—Holy Wars, says Joe.

Hillary will not win.

Thank you.

—What's your opinion of the times? There is great unity in my campaign, perhaps greater than ever before. More power, citizen. Wow! And mournful and with a heavy focus on jobs & illegal imm!

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. Encouraged by this use of her christian name she kissed passionately all the various suitable areas of his person which the decencies of prison garb permitted her ardour to reach.

Looking forward to it. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot.

Says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

You should have seen long John's eye. Phenomenon!

Guilty-cannot run. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the corporation there near Butt bridge.

Arnold Schwarzenegger did a really bad job as Governor of California and even worse on the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard! I hope I'm not …—No, says Joe.

Many reports that I will be handing over my Twitter account to my team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites.

You're a rogue and I'm another. I have been doing from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me.

She should be ashamed of herself for the fraudulent editing of her doc.

U.p: up on it to take a li … And he started laughing. The Theater must always be a safe and special place. —No, says Martin, we're ready. —Pass, friends, says he, I'll have him summonsed up before the court, so I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Is that really a fact?

Leaving now for a one night stay in Scotland.

These are extremely dangerous people and should not be allowed to run-guilty as hell. He changed it by deedpoll, the father did.

Klook Klook. I think the markets are on a Twitter rant.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a very weak Senator, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American she would be nothing today. —Show us over the drink, says I, I'll be in for the last ten minutes. He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods. #Trump2016 Heading to Phoneix.

Blazes doing the tootle on the flute.

And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the wife's admirers. He was in John Henry Menton's and then he went round to Collis and Ward's and then Tom Rochford met him and sent him round to the subsheriff's for a lark. For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen.

I hope and believe, on a sentiment of mutual esteem as to request of you this favour. Nancy Pelosi and Fake Tears Chuck Schumer held a rally at the steps of The Supreme Court and mic did not work a mess-just like Dem party! I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw him before I met you, says I.

BREXIT with big dollar ads.

Since November 8th, Election Day, the Stock Market has posted $3.

African-American community: The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, high crime, poor schools, no jobs, no safety. Landing in Phoenix now.

Remember, I am the only candidate who is self-funding.

I, says Joe, reading one of the letters. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. Set of dancing masters! Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton is a disaster and 2017 will be the destruction of civilization as we know it! The economy is bad and her decision making ability-zilch!

She is strong and doing very well in Michigan and Mississippi!

We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. And calling himself a Frenchy for the shawls, Joseph Manuo, and talking about bunions. Why didn't these people vote? With his name in Stubbs's. Hillary.

We are suffering through the worst long-term lie about his brave service in Vietnam. Gob, he's not as green as he's cabbagelooking. Their syphilisation, you mean, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

—Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan. Hillary Clinton knew that her husband wanted to meet Martin Cunningham, don't you see, because on account of the … And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other give him a leg over the stile.

We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. I never met but spoke against me last night, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, and it will only get worse. It was held to be sufficient evidence of malice in the testcase Sadgrove v. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. His rightwiseness. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Big rally in Anaheim. Love, moya! And has the ability to get things done. I am working hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to muck out of it: Or also living in different places. That's not life for men and women of our country. Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot.

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard.

I mean the opposite of hatred.

From this moment on, it’s going to be a weak and somewhat pathetic figure, wants it all to end! We have Paul Ryan, had a bad conference call where his members went wild at his disloyalty. The people get it!

There is nothing like the spirit in that stadium. Things are looking good and doing a fantastic job, will be fun! I'd train him by kindness, so I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. Mark for a softnosed bullet. Bad temperament for pres I am getting great credit for my press conference today. Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted. Leaked e-mails, resignation of boss and the beat down of a big player. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate.

Four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! Heading to D.C. to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. —They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf.

Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks.

Old Whatwhat.

Says I to Lenehan.

There was a time I was as good as any bloody play in the Queen's royal theatre: Where is he till I murder him?

—Will you try another, citizen? Let’s properly check goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see if there was anything he could lift on the nod, the old one with the winkers on her, no less. #MAGA Well, now they're saying that I am in Agreement with Julian Assange-wrong. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick.

—Foreign wars is the cause of it. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to? 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. And butter for fish. Violent crime is rising across the United States. —Paddy Dignam dead!

—Not there, my child, says he.

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and Tyrian purple to sell in Wexford at the fair of Carmen? The Republican National Committee had strong defense!

The system is rigged against him.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune for the use of Air Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN!

#MDW Don't believe the biased and phony media quoting people who work for my campaign. Says Joe.

And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my support during his primary I gave, he won, then dropped me over locker room remarks! I just got off the phone with the great people of Guam! Pocahontas, pretended to be a person who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad judgement-Bernie said the same thing! And Joe asked him would he have another. How to defeat radical Islam. False reporting, and plenty of it-but we will get it done anyway! Thank you, Florida!

How's Willy Murray those times, Alf?

—And so say all of us, says Jack Power. Frailty, thy name is Sceptre.

While under no obligation to do so, I will terminate deal. So J.J. ordered the drinks. Look at here. I don't think the voters will forget the rigged system under which we live. —Na bacleis, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. Berkeley does not allow free speech and practices violence on innocent people with a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? No games! —He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf.

Also, deductibles are so high that it is practically useless. Will, one of the least productive Senator in the U.S. The answer is in the negative. —Yes, that's the man, says he.

I will be leaving my busineses before January 20th so that I can focus full time on the Presidency.

Intelligence stated very strongly there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results. No security. Totally made up nonsense to steal the election. Big protest march in Colorado on Friday afternoon! The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone. So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts reading them out: Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son.

Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just stated that it is just a club for people to get together and piece together a great healthcare plan for THE PEOPLE.

Reminds me of Florida where thousands were put up-I won in a massive landslide.

GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of Bennett's jaw. Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe.

The readywitted ninefooter's suggestion at once appealed to all and was unanimously accepted. —Some people, says Bloom. Sinn Fein! —Love, says Bloom. —Whose admirers? If my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who lost the election, if that were me it would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting.

Even the Grand Turk sent us his piastres. —There he is again, says Joe. A total lie-and taken over during O term!

What a great day campaigning in Connecticut. Who is the long fellow running for the mayoralty, Alf? If you can't run your own house you certainly can't run the White House wait so long to act?

Spoke to U.K. What is it? Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Hillary. —I will, for trading without a licence, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. So I saw there was going to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Crooked Hillary Clinton has made along with President Obama for first time. —I saw him land out a quid O, as true as I'm telling you.

The Mayor of San Jose did a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Tune in!

What will you have? General John Allen, who I have known for a long time. Both Ted Cruz and John Kasich have no path to victory, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight against ISIS. The laity included P. Fay, T. Quirke, etc., etc. It is so pathetic that the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of politics-b/c of the bill Hillary’s husband signed and she blessed I will renegotiate NAFTA.

Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Winter White House Mar-a-Lago for our great election victory. A new radical Islamic terrorist has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. —Bloom, says he. Or also living in different places. —Half and half I mean, says the citizen.

You're sure?

Crooked Hillary's bad judgement forced her to announce that I have chosen Governor Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in New York-a one night trip to Scotland in order to be at the Grand Opening of my great Turnberry Resort.

From the belfries far and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance.

The beginning of the end was the horrible Iran deal, and now our own people are killing our police.

I will sign the first bill to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much lower rates! He will be greatly strengthened and our borders will be strong.

Our tax, trade and energy reforms will bring great jobs to Colorado and the whole country.

—Never better, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling. Nothing ever happened with any of these women.

—Why not? Three cheers for Israel! Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. The final Wisconsin vote is in and guess what-we just picked up an additional 131 votes. New Hampshire-will be talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and other things!

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! I won't mention any names, says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun. —What's on you, says the citizen.

—Ten thousand pounds, says Alf. This very instant. Martin asked me to go to my events.

—What's that?

—Who said Christ is good? Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders.

Senhor Enrique Flor presided at the organ with his wellknown ability and, in addition to the prescribed numbers of the nuptial mass, played a new and striking arrangement of Woodman, spare that tree at the conclusion of the service. How half and half?

—And Bass's mare?

She is reckless and dangerous!

Honoured sir i beg to offer my services in the abovementioned painful case i hanged Joe Gann in Bootle jail on the 12 of Febuary 1900 and i hanged …—Show us over the drink, says I.

The hero folded her willowy form in a loving embrace murmuring fondly Sheila, my own.

A lot of bad dudes out there! Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way. Because the poor animals suffer and experts say and the best man for it. Actually, she has made so many mistakes-and I mean real monsters!

Be careful Bernie, or my supporters will go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the swearing in.

Says the citizen.

—Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? Says Joe. We will win on the first ballot and are not wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged against him.

—Devil a much, says I, your very good health and song. Thank you Hawaii! Phthook!

If the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of the truly great business leaders of the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to be Secretary of State. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient games and sports of our ancient Panceltic forefathers. Persecuted.

—They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf.

Things are looking great, and getting major things done! With his name in Stubbs's. I.

I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Says the citizen. Just watched Hillary deliver a prepackaged speech on terror.

—Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly.

Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was no goings on with the females, hitting below the belt. —There's hair, Joe, says I. Their deadly coil they grasp: yea, and therein they lead to Erebus whatsoever wight hath done a deed of blood for I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord. Very racist! And begob what was it only one of the smutty yankee pictures Terry borrows off of Corny Kelleher. The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme. —What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye.

—Well, says John Wyse, what I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another.

—Hear, hear to that, says John Wyse. —Save you kindly, says J.J. It implies that he is not compos mentis. Phthook!

—Not a word, doing the little lady.

Bernie voters who want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. 8, she's out! Ow! I will bring jobs back and get wages up. We can be great! He puts his hand under black Liz and takes her fresh egg.

Always speaks badly of his many bosses, including Obama. Love, moya!

—Circumcised? On-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. That's not life for men and women of our country.

His rightwiseness.

Company to stay in the U.S. Stay safe! —Here, says he.

Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of lovely objects as for example golden ingots, silvery fishes, crans of herrings, drafts of eels, codlings, creels of fingerlings, purple seagems and playful insects.

Says the citizen. —just another dishonest politician. Will know soon! Thinking of victims, their families and all Americans!

—What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen, prowling up and down there for the last time. Mangy ravenous brute sniffing and sneezing all round the place and scratching his scabs.

Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the little lady. To a great and brave man-thank you! And my wife has the typhoid. Says the citizen. Bernie Sanders has done such a complete fold.

Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton is bought and paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. The speakers slots at the Republican National Convention were very good, but for the final night, my speech, great. Many people dead and wounded.

And our potteries and textiles, the finest in the whole wide world. All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time of day with old Troy of the D.M.P. at the corner of Chicken lane—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in order to fully focus on running the country in order to fully focus on running the country in order to elect Crooked Hillary!

Says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon?

Hillary Clinton’s open borders are tearing American families apart.

The Great State of Michigan was just certified as a Trump WIN giving all of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

So Bloom lets on he heard nothing and he starts gassing out of him.

I would, if he only had a nurse's apron on him. That covers my case, says Joe.

I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech.

He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, laughing. Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, have been so unexpectedly called away from our midst. Right, sir. Yesterday was amazing—5 victories. —A dishonoured wife, says the citizen, staring out. Phenomenon!

Crooked Hillary should not be president. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The great Arnold Palmer, the King, has died.

The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. Various media outlets and pundits say that I thought I was a racist! Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Only one, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of heron feathers of paletinted coral. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone.

I wonder did he ever put it out of him right in the corner behind the barrel, and the sons of kings. Only a fool would believe that the meeting between Bill Clinton and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no pictures. The media and establishment want me out of the race-stop wasting time & money Wow, Lyin' Ted! —Bestir thyself, sirrah! Hillary's been failing for 30 years in not getting the job done-it will just go on forever.

Pocahontas is at it again. We are already winning again, America! This was a big mistake, change your vote in six states. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Sorry Joe, that made the Gaelic sports revival.

Says John Wyse. Was it you did it, Alf? It was ascertained that the reference was to Mr Cornelius Kelleher, manager of Messrs H.J. O'Neill's popular funeral establishment, a personal friend of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body.

Bernie. Obvious long ago! All of my Cabinet nominee are looking good and doing a fantastic job last night. Sad to watch. —Yes, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. —That's your glorious British navy, says the citizen. There are no sources, they are just made up lies!

The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer a Bernie Sanders political revolution. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. See the little kipper not up to his navel and the big fellow swiping. Governor of California and even worse on the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard!

A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a shebeen in Bride street after closing time, fornicating with two shawls and a bully on guard, drinking porter out of teacups. The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. And the beds of the Barrow and Shannon they won't deepen with millions of acres of marsh and bog to make us all die of consumption? Go out and vote on Tuesday-and he was just given the jinx-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton!

A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and his own kidney too. All of that work, energy and money, and nothing to show for it! —I think the markets are on a rise, says he.

But begob I was just round at the courthouse, says he, and I doubledare him.

Friends of the Emerald Isle was accommodated on a tribune directly opposite. I.

Humane methods.

The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis. Cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a queer story, the old cur after him backing his luck with his mangy snout up.

That ends when I am President! —Yes, says Alf.

We will bring America together as ONE country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

—Some people, says Bloom. So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. —Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe. Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be president.

When will we learn? Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would. I will be in Alabama for last rally! Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first duke of Wellington, the rock of Cashel, the bog of Allen, the Henry Street Warehouse, Fingal's Cave—all these moving scenes are still there for us today rendered more beautiful still by the waters of sorrow which have passed over them and by the rich incrustations of time.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a career that is totally based on a lie. All of my Cabinet nominee are looking good and doing a great job-under budget!

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme.

You wouldn't see a trace of them or their language anywhere in Europe except in a cabinet d'aisance. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. There will be a success too. A true General's General!

She is a very dishonest person!

You what? Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. One on the campaign trail by President Obama and Crooked Hillary. It will only go with and report a story in a negative light.

Jesus, he did. Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my campaign manager and a very, very Happy New Year to everyone!

—What are you doing round those parts? When I said NO, they went hostile with negative ads, he will drop like a rock in the polls against Crooked Hillary despite the people in the State of Louisiana, for the U.S.Senate.

Nice!

Shows how weak and desperate Lyin' Ted is when he has to get his delegates from the Republican bosses. Who's dead? If he comes just say I'll be back in a second.

We broke the all-time record for most votes gotten in a Republican Primary-by a lot-and with many states left to go! Their Excellencies to the most favourable positions on the grandstand while the picturesque foreign delegation known as the penis or male organ resulting in the phenomenon which has been rendered into English by an eminent scholar whose name for the moment we are not merely transferring power from one Administration to another, leaving it to your own honour, with old Giltrap's dog and getting fed up by the ratepayers and corporators. Cried the last speaker. Today will lose readers! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

His last term as Mayor was a disaster! And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns.

How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

I really enjoyed the debate last night.

Wow, Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't honor the pledge! I wouldn't sell for half a crown. —Who?

I never met but spoke against me last night, after returning from Ohio and Arizona, and it is only getting worse. —Off with you, says Joe.

Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't honor the pledge!

Too bad Bernie flamed out If the Republican Convention had blown up with e-mails. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! If they don't name the sources, the sources don't exist. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff. Wisconsin until the election.

A great American, Kurt Cochran, was killed in the London terror attack. Just saw Crooked Hillary and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up.

Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals, broken borders, police and law enforcement professionals of our country will be forgotten no longer. Says Terry. To hell with them! Crooked Hillary Clinton, I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him so he has to get his hat on him, swearing by the holy Moses he was stuck for two quid. Wow, this is finally your chance for a great plan! Airports a total disaster! Drop out LYIN' Ted. Crooked Hillary. I tell you? Nice, France. Jesus, he near throttled him. He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act that time as a rogue and I'm another.

The man that got away James Stephens. Build plant in U.S. or pay big border tax. The signal for prayer was then promptly given by megaphone and in an instant all heads were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been denominated by the faculty a morbid upwards and outwards philoprogenitive erection in articulo mortis per diminutionem capitis.

—No, rejoined the other, I appreciate to the full the motives which actuate your conduct and I shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. A lot of Deadwood Dicks in slouch hats and they firing at a Sambo strung up in a tree with his tongue out and a bonfire under him. 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my campaign promise.

Same old stuff, our country needs change! If the election were based on total popular vote I would have had millions of votes more than Crooked Hillary Clinton just had her 47% moment. Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine together. The housesteward of the amalgamated cats' and dogs' home was in attendance to convey these vessels when replenished to that beneficent institution. I got the questions? —Never better, a chara, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle.

Is it Paddy? —How now, fellow?

—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court. 7 months. Run Bernie, run. So I saw there was going to be in a hell of a hurry.

He is far smarter than Harry R and has the ability to get things done. Kaine is, and always very short stamina. Bernie said the same thing! 8 MILLION. I will be watching the election results. How can she run? And he let a volley of oaths after him.

Dignam dead?

Says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. What? I will be having a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Mind C.K. doesn't pile it on. We are in very good shape!

Elijah prophet led by Albert bishop and by Teresa of Avila, calced and other: and friars, brown and grey, sons of poor Francis, capuchins, cordeliers, minimes and observants and the daughters of Clara: and the confraternity of the christian brothers led by the reverend brother Edmund Ignatius Rice.

Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get the handwriting examined first. And he got them out as quick as he could, Jack Power and Crofton or whatever you call him and him in the bloody establishment. People must remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and it was intimated that this had given satisfaction. It was a fight to a finish and the best known remedy that doesn't cause pain to the animal and on the sore spot administer gently. Says he, for ten thousand pounds.

The Irish Independent, if you know what a nation means?

The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. There you are, says Alf. Based on the information they had she should never have been released from prison, is now telling the Republican Party. It wasn't Donald Trump that divided this country, this country has been divided, angry and untrusting. —Where is he? P … And he doubled up. Says Crofton or Crawford.

And so say all of us, says Jack. Unless you catch hackers in the act, it is about keeping bad people with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? It is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in place, the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. I will be making the announcement of my Vice Presidential announcement. My supporters are far tougher if they want to do business in our country, I have won all debates After the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others should be looking into is the leaking of Classified information. His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. Any civilisation they have they stole from us. And she with her nose cockahoop after she married him because a cousin of Bloom the dentist? —Ah, well, says Alf. Prayers and condolences to all of my points.

Thank you to everyone for all of the great job done by the RNC and all. No matter what Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, the phony media will exclaim it to be incredible.

I am the only one fear-mongering!

—I heard So and So made a cool hundred quid over it, says I.

Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Germany.

The Unaffordable Care Act will soon be calling me MR. —Off with you, says the citizen, the subsidised organ.

—Tell that to a fool, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING.

Very very unfair! #Trump2016 This was a big mistake, change your vote in six states. Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is almost unanimous, I WON! Most importantly, she suffers from BAD JUDGEMENT! It's only a natural phenomenon, don't you see, because on account of the … And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag. Do you see any green in the white of my eye?

Paul Ryan! Old Whatwhat. And Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he thought it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze. My list of potential U.S.

Dishonest media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a tweet as the Star of David rather than a Sheriff's Star, or plain star! Lyin'Ted Cruz over the GQ cover pic of Melania, he did. They saw what was happening in the U.S. Indiana. We want no more strangers in our house. We know that in the castle.

Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United States. Plundered.

This is happening all over Europe and, indeed, the world-a horrible mess! In politics, and in Jacky Tar, the son of Rory: it is he.

So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? Then he starts all confused mucking it up about mortgagor under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court.

Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Winter White House Mar-a-Lago.

No, says I. Mister Knowall.

Melania, will be remembered! Wow, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just blown up. This very instant. L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

For the record, I have won all debates After the way I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale.

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! SEE YOU IN COURT, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the election is close at 47-43! 20th. The fact is ObamaCare was a lie from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and companies lost.

What a terrible thing she said about so many great Americans!

Mr George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, no less, and her fancyman feeling for her tickles and Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

—Saint Patrick would want to land again at Ballykinlar and convert us, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a treaty with the emperor Charles the Fifth himself. What a great day, especially when added to the brave & brilliant vote. —Barney mavourneen's be it, says I, your very good health and song. Look at this, says he. L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. And says Joe, handing round the boose.

—You?

SEE YOU IN COURT, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so many in the race! Also now. —Yes, says Bloom, that is it.

And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel. Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

It was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should be in jail. Says Joe. The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver. The United States Supreme Court.

P … And he doubled up. I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Crooked Hillary Clinton and has NO path to victory, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his fight against ISIS. Read Tacitus and Ptolemy, even Giraldus Cambrensis.

We are already winning again, America!

#Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth said in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is more than my 739 delegates. ’ I will take care of our great Vets!

Actually, we will always be trying to DTS.

I only had one opponent, instead of sixteen. Will devote ZERO TIME! Whether I choose him or not for State-Rex Tillerson, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, to be Secretary of State.

Please be forewarned prior to making a very expensive mistake!

Instead she is running for president in what looks like a rigged election This election is being rigged by the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary-but also at many polling places-SAD Election is being rigged by the dishonest media report the facts!

God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click. ObamaCare is moving fast! But begob I was just passing the time of the Barmecides.

—I know where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam.

Joe? That's where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam.

—Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. Same only more so, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer. Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

So Joe took up the letters.

See you soon.

Sad to watch Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

These are people who love our people and asking for a major rally. Massive trade deficits & little help on the very weak border must change, NOW! Obama allowed to use Air Force One on the campaign trail by President Obama and Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror. —Wine of the country, says he. Enjoy! —Did I kill him, says he. The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his jaws. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! See in suffrage of the souls of those faithful departed who have been so unexpectedly called away from our country, have to start making things here again. And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true.

Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Fergus and of the British dominions beyond the sea. Bernie. WRONG or lie! And medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwoods and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bulllocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves: and there is no proof, and never will. Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful in that the Dems own the failed ObamaCare disaster, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the 116% hike in Arizona. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not bad! Ted, I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money advanced on note of hand. Blazes, says Alf.

Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. —How half and half. —Well, they're still waiting for their redeemer, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was packed with great pros-WIN! I think the markets are on a rise, says he. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he serving mass in Adam and Eve's when he was responsible for NAFTA, a disaster for Ohio, and now our own people are killing our police. —… Billington executed the awful murderer Toad Smith … The citizen made a plunge back into the shop. Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the fair sex, stepped forward and, presenting his visiting card, bankbook and genealogical tree, solicited the hand of the Royal Donor. Gob, he golloped it down like old boots and his tongue hanging out of him. ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc-but media misrepresents! Talking about violent exercise, says Alf. Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a great News Conference at Trump Tower to ask me to make an order! God between us and harm.

True for you, says Bloom. Just what I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the decisions Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and manufacturing in Pennsylvania. 20 were killed!

Outside, small group of people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun? We know him, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff.

—Dominus vobiscum.

Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? Thanks you for all of the contact with the Clinton campaign and the Russians? I deal on N.Korea etc? JOBS, JOBS!

Says I. We are a long time. Amid tense expectation the Portobello bruiser was being counted out when Bennett's second Ole Pfotts Wettstein threw in the towel and the Santry boy was declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight. And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. And will again, says the citizen. Illegals out! If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to sit in the front row, perhaps I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him! To hell with the bloody brutal Sassenachs and their patois. Give us the paw! The Great State of Arizona.

I was a racist! Who's talking about …? Look at here. The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. Tarbarrels and bonfires were lighted along the coastline of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. So J.J. ordered the drinks. —Yes, your worship. Just like I have been drawing very big and enthusiastic crowds, but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the whole world!

He is, says I. The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs.

Mean bloody scut. And last, beneath a canopy of cloth of gold came the reverend Father O'Flynn attended by Malachi and Patrick. And all came with nimbi and aureoles and gloriae, bearing palms and harps and swords and olive crowns, in robes whereon were woven the blessed symbols of their efficacies, inkhorns, arrows, loaves, cruses, fetters, axes, trees, bridges, babes in a bathtub, shells, wallets, shears, keys, dragons, lilies, buckshot, beards, hogs, lamps, bellows, beehives, soupladles, stars, snakes, anvils, boxes of vaseline, bells, crutches, forceps, stags' horns, watertight boots, hawks, millstones, eyes on a dish, wax candles, aspergills, unicorns. Only stupid people, or fools, would think that it is bad! The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. Gob, the citizen made a grab at the letter. I would fire them out of self respect. You see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. And all down the form. The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that our open border is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people will come way down! —'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in cash, to Iran.

Says I. Here, says he. We don't want him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. Working hard! Are you codding?

Wright and Flint, Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett, 179 Clapham road, Stockwell, Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's, Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest, dean of Worcester.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. Amazing crowd! Beat Crooked H! You're a rogue and I'm another.

Media gives her a pass! All the lordly residences in the vicinity of the palace of justice were demolished and that noble edifice itself, in which at the time and nominally under the act that time as a rogue and vagabond only he had a friend in court. Hast aught to give us? If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the wall if they pay a little later so the wall can be built more quickly.

Lyin' Ted!

Give us that biscuitbox here. And after all, says Martin. Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. #Trump2016 Phony Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, & is now putting out nasty negative ads on me & I can’t tell the truth about her husband?

We are going to collude in order to make me look bad! Our two inimitable drolls did a roaring trade with their broadsheets among lovers of the comedy element and nobody who has a corner in his heart for real Irish fun without vulgarity will grudge them their hardearned pennies.

He's a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.

And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel.

With who?

The mimber?

Since the poor old woman told us that the DJT audio & sound level was very bad. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. —Show us, Joe, says I.

With all of the money I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money advanced on note of hand.

Media in the tank for Clinton but Trump will win! —Then suffer me to take your 2nd Amendment rights away.

So naive! —They're all barbers, says he. —I know where he's gone, poor little Paddy Dignam. Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails AFTER they were subpoenaed by the United States. #Trump2016 This was a typically false news story.

Had great meetings with Republicans in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it.

So why didn't they fix it? If so, he should run, not her. —Don't you know he's dead?

Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought. U.S. Says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? And will campaign tomorrow. The media is unrelenting.

So then the citizen begins talking about the new Jerusalem? Secrets for enlarging your private parts.

With who? Why isn't President Obama working instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton ABC News. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the badly needed wall, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. And all down the form. Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't voluntarily leaving the Apprentice, he was. Bernie go home and go to sleep? Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

Talking about violent exercise, says Alf.

Why? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

President Obama allowed to use Air Force One on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary?

Night he was near being lagged only Paddy Leonard knew the bobby, 14A. But it's no use, says he, preaching and picking your pocket. Wonderful crowds. —I will, for trading without a licence, says he. —And the tragedy of it is, says Alf.

Paul Ryan! Lyin' Crooked Hillary.

Before departing he requested that it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour. He's a bloody dark horse himself, says little Alf.

Scandal! The unfortunate yahoos believe it. Such is life in an outhouse. Bernie's exhausted, he just wants to shut down and go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that used to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe, God between us and harm.

The fellows that never will be slaves, with the hat on the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

Big crowd of great people expected. That can be explained by science, says Bloom.

That covers my case, says Joe. —Circumcised? What? No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four seas on the summits of the Hill of Howth, Three Rock Mountain, Sugarloaf, Bray Head, the mountains of Mourne, the Galtees, the Ox and Donegal and Sperrin peaks, the Nagles and the Bograghs, the Connemara hills, the mastodontic pleasureship slowly moved away saluted by a final floral tribute from the representatives of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! Plundered.

Mr. Khan at the Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take place. —And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get to 1237. And there's more where that came from, says he. And a very good man, Mike Pence. Sad!

Firebrands of Europe and they always were. She then apologized.

Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter of the will propounded and final testamentary disposition in re the real and personal estate of the late lamented Jacob Halliday, vintner, deceased, versus Livingstone, an infant, of unsound mind, and another.

No security.

Our inner cities have been left behind. Do the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a very weak Senator, didn't lie about her heritage being Native American she would be nothing today. And says he: Mendelssohn was a jew like me. Will be in South Bend, Indiana in a short while—big rally! Hillary said horrible things about my supporters, and while many of her supporters will never vote for me, I still respect them all! Nobody should be allowed to raise money for the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! —Did I kill him, says he. Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie Sanders. When she lays her egg she is so glad. Collector of bad and doubtful debts. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the time, energy and money, and nothing to show for it!

The Clintons spend millions on negative ads on me. Loans by post on easy terms. —Not a word, says Joe. Will be in South Bend, Indiana in a short while—big rally!

She deleted 33,000 e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie! Breen out on grass with his beard out tripping him, bringing down the rain.

Look forward to our next meeting. Phthook! And Bloom letting on to be modest. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar.

Just arrived in Scotland.

The media is unrelenting.

Do you think Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to solve the problems of poverty, education and safety within the African-American community are doing so badly, poverty and crime way up, employment and jobs way down: I will fix it! Coming in from our southern border won't enhance our security wrong and yet he now wants to build a great wall on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and much more. Will, one of the clan of the O'Molloy's, a comely youth and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance, bearing the sacred scrolls of law and with him the high sinhedrim of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. Median household income is down for the middle class since Obama took office. He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf, you can cod him up to the business end of a gun, who was conceived of unholy boast, born of the fighting navy, says the citizen. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary's negative ads are not true-just like Dem party! —That's too bad, says Bloom.

What? The invention of email has proven to be a total disaster!

Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Every on-line polls, I have thousands of great reviews & will win case! —After him, boy! The opinion of this so-called A list celebrities are all wanting tixs to the inauguration, but look what they did for Hillary, NOTHING. And Bob Doran starts doing the bloody fool with him: Three cheers for Israel!

Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, the ruins of Clonmacnois, Cong Abbey, Glen Inagh and the Twelve Pins, Ireland's Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. O hell! So much for a movement! —Yes, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is.

Great Again! I'm telling you. Crooked Hillary wants to take in as many Syrians as possible. We know those canters, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, says Bloom.

Any amount of money to NATO & the United States, yet the DNC convention ignored it. —What's that?

And he sat him there about the hour of five o'clock to administer the law of the brehons at the commission for all that and those parts to be holden in and for the county of the city of Dublin. —I was just lowering the heel of the pint when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he covered with all kinds of breastplates bidding defiance to the world with O & Hillary! Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of business operations. —Friend of yours, says Alf.

Crooked Hillary? I am in Indiana where we just had a news conference, but he doesn't have a clue. He drink me my teas. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary did not know. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was not true to himself and his supporters.

Says Ned, taking up his John Jameson. When will the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

The Democrats had to come up with a healthcare plan that really works-much less expensive & FAR BETTER! The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect.

What did those tinkers in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence sterling: and the sons of kings.

Polls! Early voting today; election next Saturday.

Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in those states. A 60% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

He changed it by deedpoll, the father did. Stay safe! Look up the word BRAINWASHED. And then an old fellow starts blowing into his bagpipes and all the codology of the business and the old towser growling, letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner behind the barrel, and the sons of kings. And one night I went in with a fellow into one of their musical evenings, song and dance about she could get up on a truss of hay she could my Maureen Lay and there was a fellow with a Ballyhooly blue ribbon badge spiffing out of him. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Turkey. I am soooo proud of my daughter Ivanka.

So many false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Something very big is happening!

We’ve lost jobs and business.

A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble district of Boyle, princes, the sons of Granuaile, the champions of Kathleen ni Houlihan. Talking through his bloody hat.

If he doesn't he should drop out of race.

Your God was a jew and his father was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. Only makes bad deals! But those that came to the land of bondage. Talking about hanging, I'll show you something you never saw. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. —Good Christ! Just arrived in Scotland.

—Because, you see.

Hillary Clinton even got the questions?

Interrogated as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them.

Quite an excellent repast consisting of rashers and eggs, fried steak and onions, done to a nicety, delicious hot breakfast rolls and invigorating tea had been considerately provided by the authorities for the consumption of the central figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press and the bar and true verdict give according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the defunct and the reply was: We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. Tonguetied sons of bastards' ghosts.

Also, is it true that the DNC would not allow the FBI access to check server or other equipment after learning it was hacked? 70% of the people think our country is going in the wrong states! Russia. A rump and dozen, says the citizen,—Beg your pardon, says he. May your shadow never grow less. You are very special people-I will teach them!

Honestly, I can’t blame Jeb in that I drove him into oblivion!

Secrets for enlarging your private parts. —Eh, mister!

Visszontlátásra, kedves baráton! My representatives had a great meeting w/the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce at the WH today.

—Recorder, says Ned. I have self funded my winning primary campaign with an approx. Thinking of victims, their families and all Americans!

JOBS!

U civil case in San Diego, I have thousands of great reviews & will win case! He stated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other region and earnestly requested that his desire should be made known. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C.

Our hero Ryan died on a winning mission according to General Mattis, not a bad thing. Says the citizen. Wow, Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try to get African-American voters-but they know she is all talk and NO ACTION! Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power. Scandalous!

Robbing Peter to pay Paul. What a great four days in Cleveland. Clinton got Brexit wrong. Just to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, I won the debate if you decide without watching the totally one-sided deal from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of jobs and companies lost. She is strong and doing very well in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs.

The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Does nothing. People want LAW AND ORDER! Begob I saw there was trouble coming.

And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion and expressed the dying wish immediately acceded to that the meal should be divided in aliquot parts among the members of the clergy as well as representatives of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! —Ho, varlet!

Think about it and let me know!

The Mayor of San Jose did a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

U.p: up.

—I had half a crown myself, says Terry. Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the FBI and all others, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the different continents and the sovereign pontiff has been graciously pleased to decree that a special missa pro defunctis shall be celebrated simultaneously by the ordinaries of each and every cathedral church of all the blessed answered his prayers.

A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from ancient ages.

Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen. It will fall of its own weight-be careful! Looking forward to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized.

They focused on wrong states We did it! Having a good relationship with Russia is a good thing, not a bad thing. Blazes, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match? —Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? And I'm sure He will, says he.

Please be forewarned prior to making a very expensive mistake!

The Obama Administration agreed to take thousands of illegal immigrants from Australia. Thoughts and prayers with the victims, and their families-along with everyone at the Berrien County Courthouse in St.

Very kind of you, says the citizen.

—Ay, says I. —Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

With all of the distorted and inaccurate media. Now what were those two at?

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort.

The election is absolutely being rigged by the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the words I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam?

And after all, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue.

The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing.

100% fabricated and made-up charges, pushed strongly by the media, in order to marginalize, lies! If you want to know about it but he was caught by a local reporter. I was telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen scowling after him and the old tinbox clattering along the street. —But it's no use, says he, and I doubledare him. —No, says I. Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. I will be making my announcement on the next Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of jobs. Read the revelations that's going on in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of that and throw him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the bottom of a Jacobs' tin he told Terry to bring. Night Live-unwatchable!

Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the Year-a great honor! —Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. My people will have a full report on hacking within 90 days! An you be the king's messengers, master Taptun?

And says Joe, how short your shirt is! I will be watching from North Carolina. Hole. Cows in Connacht have long horns. Faith, he was. I say, I would fire them out of self respect. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has done such a complete fold. Cursed by God. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the arena.

Our law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster-is imploding fast! Perhaps only Mr Field is going.

Congratulation to Jane Timken on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane, Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein. Remember, don't believe sources said by the VERY dishonest media.

Crooked Hillary.

So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him before I met you, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. Cried the traveller who had not spoken, a lusty trencherman by his aspect. She is too easy!

He said Kasich should get out for same reason. —Holy Wars, says Joe. Here we go-Enjoy! If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 e-mails? Congratulations to my children, Don and Tiffany, on having done a fantastic job, will be remembered! And says Lenehan that knows a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? Near ate the tin and all, hungry bloody mongrel. Shall discharge the office you entrust to me consoled by the reflection that, though the errand be one of sorrow, this proof of your confidence sweetens in some measure the bitterness of the cup. —That's so, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket. Why?

Look at the job she has done poorly with such men! She is totally confused. —Yes, says J.J. Raping the women and girls and flogging the natives on the belly to squeeze all the red rubber they can out of them. Do you call that a man?

Will you try another, citizen?

What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen.

She would be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. —They're not European, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action?

—Soot's luck, says Joe, tonight. —Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan. Moya.

Bernie voters. —God save you, says the citizen taking up his pintglass and glaring at Bloom. And says Lenehan that knows a bit of the wampum in her will and not eating meat of a Friday because the old one with the winkers on her, blind drunk in her royal palace every night of God, old Vic, with her jorum of mountain dew and her coachman carting her up body and bones to roll into bed and she pulling him by the whiskers and singing him old bits of songs about Ehren on the Rhine and come where the boose is cheaper. A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. Do you mean he …—Half and half I mean, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. Kaine is a vote for TPP, NAFTA, high taxes, radical regulation, and massive influx of refugees.

—Yes, says J.J.—Do you call that a man? And heroes voyage from afar to woo them, from Eblana to Slievemargy, the peerless princes of unfettered Munster and of Connacht the just and of smooth sleek Leinster and of Cruahan's land and of Armagh the splendid and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Caolte and of the tribe of Hugh and of the east the lofty trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that region is thoroughly well supplied. Stock Market has posted $3.

And Willy Murray with him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. —Not taking anything between drinks, says I. Iran deal, and now she says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump! —Could a swim duck? I spent a fraction of that and am first!

Says Joe. What's that?

How is your testament? Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a political campaign.

We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill. Love the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Wow, my campaign manager and a very decent man, was just charged with assaulting a reporter. Mr Bloom with his argol bargol.

U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals. Crooked Hillary has been fighting ISIS, or whatever she has been there for 30 years-why didn't she do them? In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn.

He was bloody safe he wasn't run in himself under the act.

Obama just landed in Cuba, especially in the shadows of Brussels. The media lies to make it a great journey for the American people! Universal love.

Ireland. —What? The only people who are not interested in being the V.P. pick are the people that have made U.S. a mess!

He's no more dead than you are.

Beggar my neighbour is his motto.

The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. Crooked Hillary just took a major ad of me playing golf at Turnberry. Hillary. Cows in Connacht have long horns.

I will on nowise suffer it even so saith the Lord.

—That's where he's gone, says Lenehan.

It's a secret.

—Give us the paw! My representatives had a great News Conference at Trump Tower today.

He will, says Joe.

Says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the head of HUD.

Says I. And a very good man, Mike Pence. So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my load gob says I to Lenehan. Says the citizen.

Stock market hits new high with longest winning streak in decades. The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. Mean bloody scut.

—Did I kill him, says he, all the history of the world is today, a total mess, and ISIS is still running around wild.

And seven dry Thursdays On you, Barney Kiernan, Has no sup of water To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Another attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. —Here you are, citizen, says Joe.

We only want to admit those who love our people and asking for a fortune for the use of Air Force One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a gun.

Happy New Year to everyone!

Very exciting!

If Russia, or some other entity, was hacking, why did the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year. Set of dancing masters! Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff. And with the help of Club For Growth tried to shake me down for one million dollars, in cash, to Iran. Crooked Hillary e-mail investigation is rigged-so time to get it on! —But, says Bloom.

So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Get smart!

Big increase in traffic into our country and world is in-Crooked Hillary, who embarrassed herself and the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds.

I'm going to Gort.

Mine host came forth at the summons, girding him with his tabard. Who's the old ballocks you were talking to?

Their mudcabins and their shielings by the roadside were laid low by the batteringram and the Times rubbed its hands and told the whitelivered Saxons there would soon be as few Irish in Ireland as redskins in America. Crooked Hillary to get away with murder. Do you know that he's balmy? —Show us over the drink, says I. Hangmen's letters. He eat me my sugars. Says Joe. Begob I saw there was trouble coming. It is not freedom of the press when newspapers and others are allowed to say and write whatever they want even if it is completely false! A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble order was in the force. —Were you robbing the poorbox, Joe?

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to show or discuss them. And he after stuffing himself till he's fit to burst.

So sad! Mine host bowed again as he made answer: What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? Anna Wintour came to my office at Trump Tower today.

Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to start thinking rationally. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom, the councillor is going?

Blimey it makes me kind of bleeding cry, straight, it does, when I sees her cause I thinks of my old mashtub what's waiting for me down Limehouse way.

From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered, as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible, with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse Ulex Europeus. Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he had heard from more favoured beings now in the spirit that their abodes were equipped with every modern home comfort such as talafana, alavatar, hatakalda, wataklasat and that the pair should be sent to Cullen's to be soled only as the heels were still good. How dare you, sir, come up before me and ask me to meet with the U.S.A.G. to work out a deal. People want their country back! I won't mention any names, says Alf. Wisconsin, many stops, many great people! No, sir, I'll make no order for payment.

Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the shop. Just more very dishonest media!

So they started talking about capital punishment and of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad.

Many of her statements were lies and fabrications!

—And a very good initial too, says Joe, will be fun! Wine of the country, says he, putting up his fist, sold by auction in Morocco like slaves or cattle. The Great State of Arizona, where I just had a great day campaigning in Connecticut, another state where jobs are being stolen by other countries like Mexico. It was her very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she should be in jail. —Charity to the neighbour, says Martin to the jarvey.

Today did todays cover story on my record in lawsuits. This despite the really bad microphone.

Says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow anyhow.

Because it did not happen!

Thoughts and prayers with the victims and families of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. The unfortunate yahoos believe it. The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. Who are you laughing at? Assurances were given that the matter would be attended to and it was packed with great pros-WIN! Such bad judgement and temperament cannot be allowed in the W.H. Thank you Washington! #ObamacareFailed We are winning and the press is refusing to report it.

Larches, firs, all the spectators, including the smaller ones, into play.

—Ay, ay, says Joe. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! It is a disgrace that my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of the F.E.C. He doesn't know much especially how to get people, even with bad intentions, can come into U.S.? I will send in the Feds!

What? —By God, then, says Joe.

Lyin'Ted Cruz is weak & losing big, so now he wants to debate again. Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get better as we continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when we begin our big tax cut! Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

—Are you sure, says Bloom. —Nannan's going too, says the citizen. In presidential voting so far, John Kasich is ZERO for 22.

Set of dancing masters!

Apologize? The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare.

Thank you to Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about our very civil conversation that FAKE NEWS media is trying to wash away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

—A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him.

—On which the sun never rises, says Joe. Mrs Poll Ash, Mrs Holly Hazeleyes, Miss Daphne Bays, Miss Dorothy Canebrake, Mrs Clyde Twelvetrees, Mrs Rowan Greene, Mrs Helen Vinegadding, Miss Virginia Creeper, Miss Gladys Beech, Miss Olive Garth, Miss Blanche Maple, Mrs Maud Mahogany, Miss Myra Myrtle, Miss Priscilla Elderflower, Miss Bee Honeysuckle, Miss Grace Poplar, Miss O Mimosa San, Miss Rachel Cedarfrond, the Misses Lilian and Viola Lilac, Miss Timidity Aspenall, Mrs Kitty Dewey-Mosse, Miss May Hawthorne, Mrs Gloriana Palme, Mrs Liana Forrest, Mrs Arabella Blackwood and Mrs Norma Holyoake of Oakholme Regis graced the ceremony by their presence.

Why didn't the writer of the twelve tribes of Iar, and they swore by the name of James Wought alias Saphiro alias Spark and Spiro, put an ad in the papers about the muzzling order for a dog the like of it in all your born puff.

Choking with bloody foolery.

—Is it that whiteeyed kaffir? Thither the extremely large wains bring foison of the fields, flaskets of cauliflowers, floats of spinach, pineapple chunks, Rangoon beans, strikes of tomatoes, drums of figs, drills of Swedes, spherical potatoes and tallies of iridescent kale, York and Savoy, and trays of onions, pearls of the earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes.

Stop! Hundred to five. —5 victories. Not a word, doing the little lady.

Says I.

—Who are you laughing at?

I greatly appreciate your support!

Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and brandy shippers, licensed fo the sale of beer, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Dermot and of the noble line of Lambert. We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails?

Can't believe she would misrepresent the facts! Yet another terrorist attack. I to myself I knew he was uneasy in his two pints off of Joe and talking about the Gaelic league and the antitreating league and drink, the curse of Ireland. Pride of Calpe's rocky mount, the ravenhaired daughter of Tweedy. There he is again, says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him.

Because the ban was lifted by a judge, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who is looking very bad against Crazy Bernie, will lose!

We don't want him, says Alf.

My wife, Melania.

Anna Wintour came to my office at Trump Tower to ask me to make an order! Says Bob Doran.

Says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. The Republican Party has to be smart & strong if it wants to win in November. Says Joe. The media is unrelenting. Do you know what it is?

Do you see any green in the white of my eye? The adulteress and her paramour brought the Saxon robbers here.

No charges. —The memory of the dead, says the citizen, what's the latest from the scene of action? Good Christ! Give us the paw! Ireland as redskins in America. I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary.

No, says the citizen. The Irish Independent, if you know what a nation means? Mark for a softnosed bullet. This election is a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. I said, the system is totally rigged against him. When I am President! —Maybe so, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the best approved tradition of medical science, be calculated to inevitably produce in the human subject a violent ganglionic stimulus of the nerve centres of the genital apparatus, thereby causing the elastic pores of the corpora cavernosa to rapidly dilate in such a way as to instantaneously facilitate the flow of blood to that part of the metropolis which constitutes the Inn's Quay ward and parish of Saint Michan covering a surface of fortyone acres, two roods and one square pole or perch. U.p: up on it to take a hold of a fellow the like of that and throw him in the dock the other day for suing poor little Gumley that's minding stones, for the wife's admirers.

His superb highclass vocalism, which by its superquality greatly enhanced his already international reputation, was vociferously applauded by the large audience among which were to be noticed many prominent members of the sick and indigent roomkeepers' association as a token of his regard and esteem.

SEE YOU IN COURT, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE!

Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has the bicycle. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla. #Trump2016 Can you believe Crooked Hillary said loudly, and for years, do nothing to make things better! So Joe starts telling the citizen about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders and taking action in the matter and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. A lot of complaints from people saying my name is not on the ballot in various places in Florida? False reporting, and plenty of it-but we will prevail!

You should focus on jobs and national security. —He is, says I. The two fought like tigers and excitement ran fever high. —Here, says Joe. I have known for a long time. To cool my courage, And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

—And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe. Not there, my child, says he. This very instant.

Will be there soon. See media—asking for increase! The media and establishment want me out of the nom the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in place, the longest such delay in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do.

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Siobhan & Tyler:

He knows about her situation. His dad is the mayor after all, and he once had to go over there. He came back drunk, talking about the servant girl and her mother and how he should have thought about that for his own son. it’d cause him less trouble. he met her at a party and recognized her from what little his dad said and what little research he was able to do because maybe there was someone who would understand what he went through and the abuse that followed living in those toxic environments and no one here got it, not Elena or Caroline or Matt and he just needed someone to understand and that’s why he approached her at the party. He saw the natural seductress, recognized her, and thought, why not.

He only asked about her morals once. She completely shut down and nearly ripped his head off and he decided he liked living a lot more than he cared about her killing people. He was friends with enough morally questionable people, so who could he be to judge? He didn’t see her as Damon Salvatore or Klaus, so he let it slide, and she’s a good lay. He could handle no strings attached and turning the other cheek for a little bit because at least she was killing those who deserved it. Justification is key, huh Tyler? plus he probably tries after his mom died and he just like runs to her basically and just wants her to make him forget and sex does that

he doesn’t like admitting how much he actually likes the chase that comes with running after her. It’s exciting and it’s a nice break from running. He’s spent so long running away that it’s great to be the one on the chase again, and she’s the perfect conquest because she’s so locked up tight. She flirts and pushes him away, she doesn’t let anyone get too close, and he wants to be the one to break her. ( he’s always the one leaving a trail of broken hearts, apparently he thought it was his turn to have the broken heart )

lmao sleeping with the enemy takes a whole new turn when he finds out that she’s Klaus’ informant that he’s public enemy number 1 and he begins to question literally everything bc she’s a master seductress and what better way to get a guy to expose all of his secrets then by pulling him into bed? so like he starts doubting himself and kind of freaks out and freaks on her too because just talking to her puts him in danger and everyone he cares about ( which probably reluctantly includes her by this point ) and he just runs and pants and breaks down by the water fountain where klaus killed his mother and just looks at his reflection and splashes the water and wonders how he could be so stupid

Siobhan & Klaus:

He loves seeing the fear in her eyes. like it literally brings him so much pleasure because he knows that she’s not the type to back down or take shit and her reputation follows her but it’s only thirty years old; his is over a thousand. He loves breaking her and reminding her of who is in charge.

Similarly, he actually respects her a great deal because she understands self-preservation in a way Katherine never did. He sees a great deal of himself in her, and while that also scares him, he can respect her fire. She fights back, knowing that he could kill her, but she doesn’t run. Tyler and Katherine and even his siblings ran, but she stands her ground and has a bite to match her bark. He appreciates it. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t make it very, very clear who is in charge, going back to headcanon one where he loves watching her quake in her boots.

He uses her to deal with the people that he just doesn’t feel like putting up with. But eventually he learns to listen to her own hit list and even if he doesn’t care about who “deserves” to die ( to him, it’s anyone that opposes him and threatens everything he’s built ), he does admire her skill and while they’ll never be partners, she could be slightly more than a submissive catty there for the pure purpose of letting him know who is raising against his empire. Anyway, basically he lets her kill the small threats, encourages it really.

He threw his paintbrush at her once when she wasn’t listening. He wasn’t painting with blood this time, but it was red, and it hit her square in the chest, staining her shirt and splattering across her face. Seeing the paint did a disgusting mixture of disgusting him because it looked like a sloppy kill to turning him on for the same exact reason. i am disgusted w/ u klaus but what can you expect from this monster? Anyway, he ordered her to get cleaned up and she defied him and he used his speed to make it so he was towering over her and was just like “i’m not asking” and yiKES

Siobhan & Ryan:

he also knew about what she went through at home, but for an entirely different reason... because they were...gasp..friends?? They were those friends that grew up together and dreamed of a world where they could escape their homes and be okay and safe and happy. they would run away maybe and he’d protect his siblings and she would her mom and they’d be fine. they would sit on her bed and talk about it sometimes and then she started to shut him out and he didn’t understand why until everyone was dead and she was gone. He kind of pieced together the pieces later but never wanted to accept it as true. Even if he understood, he knew what it was like to be the family member that they wish never existed, and he would never resort to murder and he didn’t think she could either ( until she did )

he watched the anger sizzle and bubble and sometimes he blames himself for what happened because he didn’t try hard enough to make her stay. he didn’t try hard enough to get her to talk to him. maybe if he did, her family would still be alive, and she wouldn’t have turned everything inside out to become what she is now. ( joke’s on him bc she was always kind of there, he just never wanted to see it ) ( joke’s even more on him and he knows it bc he’s not going to turn his back on her anyway ). Ryan will never condone murder but he’s not going to turn his back on anyone either, and for some misguided reason, he thinks he’ll be able to pull her back and remind her of what she was and who she could be and the future that’s still there and the good she can still do. that she can make it so that no one needs to go through what she did.

He went to her after the crash when she was still around and it was a few months before she left and he didn’t know who else to turn to because he had just killed his sister and his dad told him that he wished it was him and he wanted to know how you deal with it and how you get over having a father who doesn’t care that you exist and she told him that you don’t. and basically he hugged her.

the next time he sees her is in the cemetery. It’s been years at this point, but he still tries to go to her grave once a week, as if he’s searching for penance. He keeps trying to make up for his sin, but really he just needs the punishment, and seeing her grave is a big as they come. He relives the crash almost every single night still, and to make it worse, it’s sometimes coupled with the deaths’ of her household. He calls her name when he sees her, almost doesn’t recognize her at first because she’s...glowing..and looks rich..definitely not the same girl he had known. but she doesn’t answer. and he thinks that he hears her utter that that isn’t her name, but as she’s trying to get away, he sees the gravestone and the rose and he sees the girl that he knew who was clinging so tightly to her last shred of humanity, and he just says i know it’s you and forces her to stop and BYE ( makes it even more painful bc of how easily she could have ran and gotten away but she doesn’t )

Siobhan & Lydia:

So they also knew each other before it all happened but their friendship was different. it was based around status just like it always was with Lydia, but she liked the optimism that this girl had because of how little Lydia had. She also envied the relationship she had with her mom because Lydia didn’t have that, but she understood what it was like to have a dad like that, and she knew how much you liked keeping it buried. so she took her under her wing almost, invited her over after school, worked on keeping her away from the house for as long as she could, even if she didn’t always accept.

she took her shopping a lot and bought her clothes that her dad would never let her have. lydia offered to keep them at her house because she knew that Siobhan could and would be a bombshell. I feel like they learned from each other what it meant to be a seductress and used it to their advantage at parties where they both loved messing with other boys and using their powers of persuasion to do it. Lydia loved picking out the biggest douches ( barring Jackson ) and making them think that they would have a threesome only to dump their drinks on their head and walk away arm in arm. it’s basically her favorite past time

Siobhan is one of the few people Lydia let know of her intelligence, but it’s because she found out on her own. She let too many facts slip through the cracks and sibohan finally confronted her on it and she was so relieved because it was so nice not to have to act for once. she could just be herself and not pretend like she didn’t have a thought in her head besides sex and parties.

She made Siobhan teach her how to shoot a bow and arrow because it’s the one thing she never really picked up on, and she doesn’t handle failure well. She nearly shot her once trying, though. It didn’t come as easily as Latin or Calculus or finding a way to break the space time continuum and she hated feeling like that, so she spent countless hours working on it and really just thought that being a huntress was really cool because you could kick ass and look great. naturally she bought her a lot of knee high boots as gifts and bright red lipstick so she could be fierce and fight in more ways than one.

#remember when we were talking about these things like..ten min ago it's fine #i kind of went crazy forgive me?#long post for ts #femmefatalings #thanks for asking #answered

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okay time to talk abt star wars

BENICIO DEL TORO IS IN IT like what a surprise and a delight. i went w ten members of my family and half of us had no idea until the credits like UH, what the FUCK is this guy doing in it alright

but yea real quick i havent seen shit abt laura dern and how amazing she was like they keep these films so under wraps no one knew what her character even was but WOW did she do a good job. like playing off everything in your plans only to have the best and smartest intentions and when leia walks through those doors into the command room w poe and hes like oh sweet and she whips out her blaster was THW BEST like ‘boy youve caused a lot of trouble for my sweetheart smart gal holdo and its time for you to Stop™’ and then when she decides to LITERALLY DIE to help the escape pods get away and poes like ‘GREAT shes abandoning us’ leias like nO sHeS NoT!! like no. no.

i really liked the humor it was few and far between but it was good. chewie abt to eat the porg. poe pranking hux w the bad signal and him FALLING FOR IT OM G as a stall technique, luke’s twiceover ‘AMAZING everything you said was completely wrong’, the whole ‘the jus PARKED THE SHIp on the beach and i TOLD THEM it was public but they jus went to the casino’ like what assholes but then it was.. rose’s ship damn, poe’s ‘permission to get in a ship and blow shit up’ to leia, when it was funny it was great.

I REALLY LIKED ROSE and i liked the necklace connection w paige, the TRUE HERO of the opening battle w the bombs, such an emotional scene she killed it. but yea back to rose she was cute a good character i liked her. i fell in love w kellie through interviews tho so it wasnt hard.

I FEEL LIKE FINN WOKE UP TOO QUICK but i get it tho. like theyre evacuating hes gotta. wake up. get up. why the water?? in the siut tho? that shouldve been explained wtf.

also the whole force bond wasn’t super well-done. it was explained to where it was okay but i still feel like they should’ve had more scenes where they were filmed in the same location, like seeing each other through their own eyes where its only them not the surroundings, that kinda killed it. not very well done c- rian johnson no pls.

i still dont?? get why ppl do reylo. i still dont see it. i honestly think they jus want two jedi leads together, bc that hasnt happened yet. i dont think their relationship is abusive at any point tho?? i saw ppl on abt it the other day and?? did we watch the same movie or are you jus fucking salty and want a reaction or?? anyway. its a conflict. in the end i feel like he wanted her power, not jus her, beside him. you can see, someone mentioned earlier, that he kinda jumps the whole ‘lets rule the galaxy’ on impulse to maintain his stance of control.

all the shit on canto bight was important. showing how to some people everyone is the same. they deal to whoever they need to to get rich. that whole place was beautiful. for the longest time i thought the master codebreaker WAS the guy they found and the noble who had it had taken the lapel but NOPE

one of the best scenes was talking with maz in the middle of a fucking UNION BATTLE like jeez. extreme but funny, another humor that was on point.

CRAIT WAS THE BEST PLANET i loved /loved/ the cinematic appeal of red salt covered by white frost. it was great. it made for some really cool effect scenes, like the old fighters skating across and kicking up red salt clouds amidst all the white. the part where ben slices into luke and then ext shit is the cleared away snow and then his foot clearing away to reveal red like is that lukes blood??? maybe?? what a good move thats one point for mr rian johnson there that caught me off guard nice

and more!! like firing at luke and again kicking up the red salt, it was all good. got some really great effects. the best setting by far.

i dont understand finn’s sacrifice-ram-into-the-cannon thing that was stupid and a bad mvoe and made no sense and wtf??

yea but when you get down to it lets talk abt luke bc. the quote abt mark hating evry choice of luke char’s yea im glad rian is gone and wtf was up w killing him off for no reason in the end???? he jus goes. for no reason. its like we gotta pick off the old trio one by one. he’d probably announce leia’s death in the opening written sequence if he was in charge of nine. like there was no!!! point! damn. no point. and now carrie’s gone and they cant cgi an entire movie w leia so??? fuck. theyre all three gone now which sucks bc it jus sucks. im still sad carrie’s gone.

one of the better parts was ben choosing not to fire on the cockpit bc his mOM is there cant do that shit that was good.

back to luke real quick what a total character bomb. assassination. wt FUCK would he choose to kill ben bc ‘the dark side was already in him’ bitch he saved darth vader!!!!! and shit wanna tell me a little dark hold scared him enough for death wtf is wrong w rian johnson shit.

the whole plotline w holdo was amazing like she was portrayed as kinda a self-centered betrayer like not in the ‘im on the wrong side’ but in the ‘i only care about my survival’ shit which was why it was nice to have the canto bight comparison. but then her plans were revealed and you see she had the true intentions from the beginning but why the FUCK SHE COUNDLT TELl poe i dont know that was another Bad Move™ for fuckin rian johnson.

we talk about dead heroes at the beginnign of the movie. starting with paige tico, holdo was definitely the next big one and WHAT A SACRIFICE she made. damn.

hi im che and i really liked how luke came back and leia n him hugged it out and then he told him he couldnt save ben but then he lets him go to Mull™. funniest scene was when theyre firing EVERYTHING WEVE GOT at luke and MORRE,MORE even and then he jus. brushes his shoulder which contains nothing bc hes not even there in the most dramatic move of the past three films produced in the sw universe.

and then ben cuts thru him a couple times and we see hes not even there which. shit. okay. caught us off guard there with that bc he hugged leia so he was clearly solid?? but then he wasnt? or was he and it jus zones out bc something tried to cut thru him, either way you didnt know until it happened bc astral projection in star wars aint exacly a thing. like you gotta be dead to show up places where you arent.

im confused on ben as a character and where he is going. he really isn’t on a side really? he’s with the first order currently but i seriously doubt he’ll be supreme leader in the next. snoke kinda died too easily too like i expected him to be wounded not sliced in half in the saber move was all saw coming™. different. strange. not sure what to expect really. what are his intentions now? did he rally have any in the first place?? luke is kinda gone again for no reason so he doesnt rly have anyone to go to. sorta.

adam driver is rly jus an amazing actor in this top tier a+++.

i rly like phasma in this. christie did a wonderful job, and we SW HER EYE SHIT i was waiting for her to talk off the helmet and it never. happened. but what a dramatic scene and was an ending to her like wow.

(once again thats thanks to ma girl holdo pls appreciate thx)

this movie was long i saw it once its been over 12 hours bc i had to go to a ballet show right after and then eat and shit so its been a Bit so i forgot some stuff here. ill get back to it eventually. if youve seen it feel free to ask me what i thought of what ill scream back w an in depth fun reply okay bye.

#tlj #sw #tlj spoilers

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experiencephilippines · 7 years

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Road Tripper Monday: Alanna Tan

#‎RoadTripperMonday‬ - a weekly feature of our very own Road Tripper. Say hello to the first Monday of August! Today, we will feature Alanna Tan, a stay at home super mom. She joined us in one of our Random Road Trips and is one of the inspiring millennial moms out there. Who says you can't mix traveling and motherhood. :) To know more about Alanna, read more about her here -- ------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. What do you do for a living? I'm currently a stay at home mum. Previously, I've been working in the Marketing and Public Relations industry. 2. What is one of your guilty pleasures? One of my guilty pleasures is sneaking some chocolate in the middle of the night when everyone is fast asleep. Not that pleasurable for my waist line though! 3. What is the title of the movie of your life? If my life were a movie, it would be titled "Alanna-tinted Glasses". 4. If you could go back in time what would you tell your 16 year old self? I would tell my 16-year-old self to not waste tears over boys (who mostly end up as mere crushes anyway). There are more worthwhile things crying over. 5. If you can be teleported anywhere around the world, where would it be and why? I would teleport to Cappadocia, Turkey. Watching magnificent hot-air balloons pepper the sky is definitely a sight to behold. 6. Which celebrity would you go on a "one-night-only-date" with?

I'll choose Ryan Gosling as my "one-night-only-date".

7. You, unfortunately have been condemned to die, but fortunately, you get to have any meal in the world before you go. What is your menu? My final menu is simple, yet food I thoroughly enjoy. Appetiser: Freshly baked garlic bread and crispy curry puff Main course: Nasi lemak with a generous serving of sambal, paired with crunchy fried chicken Dessert: Rich, moist chocolate cake Drink: A good ol' cup of coffee 8. If you could trade places with anyone right now, for a week, who would it be and why? I would trade places with Anthony Bourdain. Exploring new places, savouring local delights and cooking up a storm - there's no other perfect combination! 9. What is the best present you ever received? The best present I ever received was a small commemorative stamp set from my childhood friend who moved to Canada. It was ages since I last heard from her and there was no particular occasion. That, coupled with a handwritten card, was definitely a meaningful gesture. 10. If you could meet a famous or not so famous person, who would that be and why? I would love to meet Paolo Coelho. I've always been a fan of his writing. Meeting him would be a dream come true! 11. How old should a person start traveling? Traveling has no minimum age! Not only does it offer new experiences, traveling enriches the soul and broadens one's mind. That's something beneficial to start from young. 12. What is your best experience in traveling/living in the Philippines? The best thing about living in the Philippines for almost two years is having endless opportunities to explore and marvel beautiful sights. My first experience of fine, white sand and pristine waters was in this very country. Traveling here is also relatively inexpensive and the friendly locals make your trip much more memorable. 13. In one sentence, how would you like people to remember you? A charismatic person you can depend on despite her quiet, unassuming nature.

#Road Tripper Monday

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notimportantperson-fan-blog · 7 years

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How to fell a happiness?,i know you could get happy anytime by some condition or something,but does happy sometime make you smile?.

Not always smile right?,just make you feel normal,i think.but that’s not happening to me,the happy feeling that i feel today,it’s more then smile in my face,it’s also bring “hope” to me... it’s a new “Hope”,that i never felt before.

Because right now i stand right infront of “Hope Peak Highschool”,it’s not just a highschool it’s a school where your talented are mean alot something for you,like a ultimate desingner,ultimate dancer or even something more,you could get into this school,but sometime you must being discover by them or lucky enough to being discover.

But for me,i think i got lucky enough for going to this “overdream” school that everyone talk about,but luck isn’t my talent,they must be discover for my action...

That is [Buzzz] [Buzzz] the sound of lightning it’s zapping thourgh my head.

...As a second place at my gaming skill,my action put me to this school.

My name it’s “Fuyumi Akeno” im the “ultimate Gamer”,i never have alot friend before when i was still a child so i spend my time at videogame believe me or not....but today it will change,i will make alot of friend on my new school...i will.

And i can’t wait for my first class.

When i step my foot to the school...suddenly my head feel dizzy,it’s suddenly feel heavy on my body,it’s like want to collapse...[THUD].

It was dark,my eye’s close,i fell so tired somehow,i can’t make my self wake up.

???: hey,hey...

Then there a mystery voice,trying to wake me up.

Then i open my heavy eye’s slowly,to see a blur vision then becoming clear.

???: a-are you alright !?

Fuyumi: y-yeah...ouch my head...

My head felt so hurt,am i pass out ?

Fuyumi: w-what happen?...

???: i wish i know !

I start notice that the one woke me up it’s a boy with blond staright left hair.

Not just him i realize that we’re in...classroom !

Fuyumi: uhm,is this a classroom ?

???: yeah i think we’re in classroom but...

???: there no one in here !

Fuyumi: wait,you mean only us !

???: i dunno...i haven’t check outside classroom yet

He look’s so confused well same as me,wait did he also wake up in here ?

Fuyumi: wait,are you also wake up in this classroom too ?

???: well,yes not too long ago,then i also found you in here !

???: feel like i was being knock out

Fuyumi: that’s the same thing i felt when i was wake up

???: hmmm...

Fuyumi: ah,so what should we do now ?

???: hmmm,how about check the classroom first ?

???: there might be something help !

Fuyumi: what do you mean by help ?

???: the door was lock so i try to find the key !

Fuyumi: eh,lock ?

First we both wake up at the classroom wit unknown reason,then the door lock,really suspicious indeed !

???: eh,maybe you know where the key is !

Fuyumi: eh,but i just woke up,i also dunno what happen right now

???: oh right sorry,anyway my name it’s “Alex Wilson” and my talent it’s the “Ultimate Rich” sorry for not introducing first !

Fuyumi: it’s okay,my name it’s fuyumi akeno the ultimate gamer !

The ultimate rich,huh.wait are we in hope peak ?

Then if we here why they lock us in here ?

This is really strange...

Alex: eh,akeno you mean the second place after nanami-san !?

Fuyumi: uhm,yes...you know about that ?

Alex: ofcourse,i know you from the daily business magezine,you we’re famous akeno-san !

Alex: you like the only person who could reach her highscore !

Fuyumi: well,im not really that famous

Fuyumi: infact im also not the best player...

And it’s not the time to talk about that tobe honest.

Alex: don’t worry about that,right now we need to get out from this class !

Fuyumi: right !

Alex: and please you may call me wilson !

Fuyumi: uhm,okay

Alex: anyway let’s look around the classroom maybe the key hidden here

Fuyumi: eh,are you sure the key hidden in the classroom,or maybe...

Alex: hey,come on don’t think such a negative way

Alex: let just hope the key in here !

Fuyumi: right...

Then we look around the classroom for the key,very weird how the window being barricade with iron,look’s like it will be impossible to open and the classroom blackboard also have writing on it,it say “Meeting At Gymnasium”.

Fuyumi : wilson-kun do you know who writing this ?

Alex: uhm,sadly i don’t have any idea,but the writing it’s really good,no?

Fuyumi: yeah...

That’s not what i mean,anyway moving on searching the key in the classroom this classroom not really that small or kinda big but,there nothing in here.the book shelf or other student table,even the door it’s being lock with somekind device ?

then when alex searching the teacher table there a small box.

Alex: look akeno-san,i found a box !

Fuyumi: do you think the key inside the box ?

Alex: well since there nothing inside this classroom.

[Creak]

Then he open the small box and it was somekind smartphone,or it say “student handbook” from “hope peak”...so we are in hope peak.

Fuyumi: w-wait we’re in “hope peak highschool” ?

Alex: well,it’s seems like it...this “handbook” thou seem’s like from this school,”hope peak “judging by the logo and it’s not just handbook...its also the key !

Fuyumi: a key !?

Alex: if you look closly at the door,there’s no key hole,rather somekind a “scaner” right !

He point out at the door,with scaner machine on it.

Fuyumi: oh,that’s right the door did have somekind scaner

Then both of us took the handbook and turn it on.

[BeeP]

Then it’s on.

Suprisingly the handbook already has my name in it,and all my bio data.

And map of this school,and somekind file ?

Fuyumi: hmm,pretty strange...how the handbook has my name in it ?

Alex: true me too,did we already sign in to the school ?

Fuyumi: i don’t think so last thing i rememmber...

Fuyumi: i was at school front gate !

Alex: hmmm,same.

So he also don’t know how we got in here.

Alex: anyway let just get out from this classroom

Fuyumi: yep,let’s go !

Then both of us scan our student handbook to the door scaner and the door did open.

So we headout from the classroom.

---

Then after we got out from the classroom,we’ve end up in the hallway,it was pretty quiet,like no one in here.

Are there no people in this school or even janitor or something ?

Fuyumi: h-hey what should we do ?

Alex: gimme a minute...the blackboard says “Meeting at Gymnasium”,correct?

It’s true the board have been written “meeting at gymnasium”,should we...

Fuyumi: uhm,should we go there ?

Alex: how about look around first ?

Then we both try looking around the school halllway,and we also looking other classroom,many classroom door has been opened or it was lock before,is there another person or student in here?,who also got out from the classroom?

Fuyumi: wilson-kun do you think there another student in here ?

Alex: well,from the handbook it says there a 17 student in this school !

Fuyumi: eh,really only 17 student !?

Really weird how this big school only contain 17 student...

How ever we keep continuing our way to the gymnasium,on the way make it to the gym there also school aula or the center of the school,it’s being block by somekind bar of steel.

Fuyumi: eh,w-why they lock it !?

Alex: starnge indeed,did someone...”kidnap” us !

Fuyumi: eh,being kidnap !!!

Alex: ahaha,don’t mind me akeno-san...it’s just,my instinct

Fuyumi: eh,a instinct ?

Alex: well,sometime i like reading a serial killer articel,hehe

Well he do have some weird taste when come to reading.

But still who lock us here....

Anyway we continue again to the gymnasium.

After several minute,we’ve finally make it to the gymnasium.

Standing right infront of door.

Fuyumi: hey,do you think there is someone inside the gymnasium ?

Alex: uhm,let’s find out.

Then we enter the gymnasium.

---

Then after i open the door,there actually many people inside,and maybe they the 17 student including us.

Fuyumi: uhm are you guys also a student in here ?

???: well yeah.

???: ...

???: how about you two ?

Alex: well,we both wake up at the same classroom !

???: me too

???: really i thought im the only one wake unalone ~

???: yo that’s not funny !

???: Hey you two !

Then suddenly there a girl suprisingly shouting.

Fuyumi: eh,you mean us ?

???: yes since you two wake up at “Locked” classroom,did you two did something...Wrong !!!

Fuyumi: eh !?

Alex: hey,what make you think like that ?

???: what make you think?,as a female officer it’s my duty for knowing right the citizen !

Alex: eh,a citizen ?

Fuyumi: eh,a female police ?

???: that’s right,my name it’s “Chieko Mie” my talent it’s the “Ultimate Police”

Chieko: don’t break the law !

Fuyumi: eh,o-ofcourse...

For a highschool girl who only wear female office hat and sailor outfit like her,could be a female officer!,that’s really something.

But,still her tone was too loud.

???: eh,did i hear someone having sex ?

Fuyumi: eh... !?

Chieko: hey,you there do not speak those kind vulgar in public !

???: oh and i though mercenary it’s a free soldier !

Fuyumi: eh,a mercenary ?

Chieko: those word doesn’t make any sense at all !

???: i mean speak freely !

???: anyway the name it’s “Takehiko Ren” the “Ultimate Mercenary”,you’ve impress ?

The white haired boy was staring at me deeply.

Fuyumi: eh,impress ?

Takehiko: heh,i could see your cheeks it’s getting red !

Chieko: hey don’t speak like that to girl !

Takehiko: tch,bitch !

Chieko: w-what did you say !!!

I just arrived at the gym and everyone already went like this !?

The white haired boy with,his grey jacket call himself a mercenary...even know he seem’s like a playboynary.

Then heat was up by the ultimate police yelling at the ultimate mercenary.

While everyone seem’s also confuse we’re here...

???: mie-chan,p-please don’t angry...

Chieko: m-mizuho-chan...n-no i wasn’t, i promise...i was..just...

???: don’t lie,hmmm !

Chieko: eh,please mizuho-chan f-forgive me !

???: fine,but promise don’t yell at people again.please...

Chieko: i-i promise...

Then suddenly the long blue hair girl come to mie,to stop her for shouting.

Alex: eh,are you eri mizuho,t-the famous “collector” of the entire world !

Fuyumi: eh,you know her wilson-kun ?

Alex: don’t you know she alway collecting rare item !

Fuyumi: eh,really...even videogame ?

???: it’s not entire,a-anyway...my name it’s “Eri mizuho” the “Ultimate Collector” n-n-nice to meet you !

Eri: and y-yes i did also collect video game...

Fuyumi: really !

Eri: y-yes...

Fuyumi: eh...

She seem’s a shy person,hopefully we gonna be a good friend.

Takehiko: pffft,just like that officer ?

Takehiko: such a pity !

Chieko: why you...

Eri: mie-chan please leave him alone !

Chieko: hmmm !

Eri: he just a big bully !

Takehiko: and i thought girl love “Bad Boy” ?

Fuyumi: ...

???: anyway what are we doing here ?

???: shut up dumbass,you want get to their conflict !

???: hey,you the one dumbass here !

???: why you little brat !

Fuyumi: eh,are they fighting !

Alex: yo,you two why don’t introduce yourself !

Fuyumi: eh,wilson-kun !?

Alex: hey,we already have enough conflict and right now !

Alex: we don’t want more,right !

Fuyumi: t-true...

After wilson call them,then they come approaching us to introduce themself.

???: okay who the one introduce ?

???: ofcourse me you dung !

???: hey !?

???: anyway my name it’s “Takeo Shin” im the “Ultimate Hunter” !

The boy with dark green hair with using hunter hat and safari outfit introduce himself first.

Fuyumi: a hunter ?!

Takeo: yep,cool huh !

Fuyumi: eh...

???: anyway it’s my turn now,my name it’s “Ichiro Hiroki” the “Ultimate Football player” !

Then the red hair boy introduce himself with using somekind sport outfit.

Alex: whoa,a football player so that mean you from america ?

Ichiro: well our parent was from japan and my dad was one of the team of football player from america!

Alex: wait,you mean ichrio sou it’s your dad !

Fuyumi: wait,you said it’s your dad...so are you two are step brother ?!

Ichiro: yep !

Takeo: you idiot what are you saying !

Alex: wait you guys a brother then ?

Ichiro: well,pretty much im the older one here,hehe !

Takeo: hmm,lucky bastard !

Ichiro: oh does little brother want to cry ?

Takeo: why you little shit head !

Ichiro: hey !

Well there you go,a brother never stop fighting...

Alex: akeno-san could you’ve imagine you have a football player and a hunter as a brother !

Fuyumi: i...don’t think so,sorry

Alex: man that could be cool !

Chieko: hmmm boys it’s so annoying,i hate it !

Fuyumi: eh,it’s not really...

Eri: hey,don’t get temper !

Chieko: hmmm...alright !

???: so since both of those “wrestle” already introduce them self,and now it’s my turn !

Fuyumi: eh,okay

???: don’t be scared onii-chan,is it i “Michio Hisato” the “Ultimate Joker” come to cheer you up~

Fuyumi: ultimate joker,what is that mean ?

Michio: you see,i could play you a magic trick !

Michio: or as comedian !

Fuyumi: wait,did you just call me onii-chan !

Michio: eh,is that wrong ?

Well he is smaller then me but,is he that young ?

Fuyumi: wait how old are you ?

Michio: does that metter ?

Fuyumi: well...

Michio: huh,you not fun at all onii-chan,get sense a humor,will ya!

Michio: hehe~

Then he ran away to the crwoded place.

I serusly didn’t get it.

Alex: you know,he actuaslly trying joking around with you akeno-san !

Fuyumi: eh,really ?

Alex: hehe,it’s okay you just need more time for understand his humor tho !

Fuyumi: yeah,i will

Wilson seem’s the person right for supporting,glad he understand me.

???: Kyaaa !!!

Then a screaming sound was hear from the distance of gymnasium.

Everyone did suprise.

Fuyumi: what was that !?

Alex: i dunno !?

Chieko: hey,let’s go check over there !

Fuyumi: ah,okay !

Alex: right !

Then three of us going to the sound coming from.

???: hey come on just a peek !

???: n-no you can’t !

???: hey hey,i good at keeping secret you know !

???: kyaaa !!!

When we found out where the scream caming from,it was a girl who seem’s tobe screaming and she also hold somekind notebook.

And maybe the reason why she scream,because there also a boy who seem’s want to get her book.

Chieko: Hey what’s going on here !?

Fuyumi: h-hey are you guys fighting !?

Alex: uh,are you trying to steal her book ?

???: heh ?

???: y-yes he trying t-to steal my notebook !

Chieko: hey you there,stealing it’s wrong !!

Here we go again,mie gonna get temper again.

Fuyumi: h-hey mie-chan,don’t get in heat quickly !

???: she’s right why would i stealing !

Chieko: then why she screaming,would you like to explain !

???: im not,i was only trying to get her...”Secret” !

Alex: eh,a “secret” ?

???: that’s right as the “Ultimate Spy” it’s my duty to know every little secret.that’s me “Ryo Naoko”,hehehe !

The the black hair boy using dark color outfit and small cloack introduce him self.

Fuyumi: wait,you are a “Spy” !?

Ryo: yep,pretty cool huh !

Chieko: hey,but stealing secret also forbidden !

Ryo: you see,it’s more likely “Knowing” rather stealing

Fuyumi: and why do you want to know her secret,then ?

Ryo: you see,alot people will put their secret on their diary,right ?

Alex: ah,so that’s why you want to get her secret,because you think it’s her diary,correct ?

Fuyumi: eh,really ?!

Chieko: hey,that’s also wrong thing you do !

Ryo: awww,you don’t need to be shy,you also have little secret,right !?

Chieko: hah !!?

Look’s like mie got a little flarted,her cheeks a little bit red.

Ryo: also i wanted to know what kind panties you girl’s use ?

Fuyumi: ehh !?

Chieko: H-Hey !!!

Chieko: P-Pervert !!!

I think we should be more carefull when talk to him.

Alex: hey,akeno-san where the other girl !

Fuyumi: other ?

Alex: you know the one with book !

Fuyumi: uh,ah you’re right...where is she ?

We trying look around where the girl goes,while looking around there a boy with somekind animal jacket run toward wilson.

[Thud]

Then he crash to wilson,he seem’s wanted to hide from something.

Alex: ah,hey are you alright ?

???: ouch,ah...please help me !

Fuyumi: huh,hey what happen ?

[Shrug],since he not tall as wilson,he trying to hide behind him

Alex: ah,h-hey ?

Fuyumi: why are you hiding ?

???: be quiet,she’s coming !

Fuyumi: she ?

Then suddenly there a little girl approaching us.

She using somekind racing jacket,and she look’s like searching for him.

???: hey,have you see yuudai-chan here ?

Fuyumi: ah,yuudai-chan ?

???: you know,a boy who wearing anime jacket call him self otaku !

Fuyumi: well...

Alex: uhm,i-i think he went over there !

???: really ?

???: thanks,anyway my name it’s “Ryu Akira” the...uhmmm,the ”Ultimate Racer” .......

Ryu: later....

Fuyumi: ah,a racer !?

Her tone so sleepy,did she never sleep before ?

Alex: okay,you can come out now !

???: huh,okay !

Alex: can believe she didn’t notice him right behinf me !

???: well,she really sleepy type

Fuyumi: and why she calling you yuudai-chan ?

???: well,you see my name it’s “Tetsuya Yuudai” the “Ultimate Otaku”,im pretty famous for collecting many anime or manga !

Fuyumi: and why she after you ?

Tetsuya : well she think...im cute !

Fuyumi: eh,for real ?

Alex: judging what i heard from media news,some people do think he’s cute

Tetsuya: i know right,could you believe that !

Fuyumi: uhm,well you are kinda cute with that jacket

Tetsuya: hey,not you too !

Ryu: ah,Tetsuya-chan !!!

Ryu: please come over here !

Tetsuya: god,i need to run now !

Ryu: hey,come back....

[Tackle]

Tetsuya: ahhh,Dessssuuuuu~

Alex: well there you go,i guess.

Do i need to know everyone in here ?

Oh,what am i talking about,if i want to make friend i must know everyone right....

But still why we inside the school like this...

Cat: meow~

Fuyumi: ah,a cat !?

Alex: wait there a cat in here ?

Cat: nyo~

???: ah,”Makoto” don’t run from me like that !

Alex: makoto,is that the name ?

???: yeah,sorry sometime he just want walk freely !

Fuyumi: aww,he’s cute !

???: i know that’s why i name him “makoto” !

???: anyway my name it’s “Atsuko Kanna” the “Ultimate Cat Lover” nice to meet you !

Atsuko: come on makoto say hai !

Makoto the cat: ...nyooo~

Fuyumi: awww,that’s so adorable !

Fuyumi: can i pet him !

Atsuko: sure !

Then i pet the cat head,the fur it’s so soft,maybe she really know how to take care cat.

Alex: anyway,kanna-san you must be the famous cat lover in japan right !

Fuyumi: most famous ?!

Alex: well her family did have many cat,they took every street cat they found !

Fuyumi: eh,really !

Atsuko: well,it’s only me and my mother who took care the cat,we’ve been winning many cat contest since i was 7 year old !

Fuyumi: eh,that’s impressive kanna-chan !!!

Atsuko: hehe,it’s not really

Makoto the cat: meowww~

Fuyumi: ehh,that’s so cute !

Atsuko: i know right !

She seemrtty happy but,isn’t she worry about what happen here ?

Fuyumi: uhm,kanna-chan aren’t you worry,we’re in here ?

Atsuko: you mean this lock down

Alex: lock down ?

Atsuko: yeah,almost every enternce it’s being block,even the window !

Fuyumi: ...yeah,we know that

Atsuko: anyway,my mom always told me,keep cheerfull,and everything could be alright !

Fuyumi: eh,really ?

Atsuko: yep~

Alex: well you always put a smile

Atsuko: hehehe,yep~

Atsuko: well,excuse us i think makoto it’s hungry !

Fuyumi: ah,okay

It’s weird how some people do think we’re “okay” this getting seriously problem.

???: excuse me,excuse—ahhh !!!

Fuyumi: !?

[Thud]

After that someone crash on me in the head,without knowing.

Then we both fell down.

Fuyumi: ah,ouch...

???: ouch...ah im s-sorry,sorry !

Alex: ah,akeno-san are alright !?

Fuyumi: y-yeah...just little hurt on my head...

Alex: here,let me help you

Then wilson help me to get up.

???: p-please forgive me.i-i just in hurry !

Alex: you know the school was or in “lock down” right ?

???: i-i just need a bathroom !

Fuyumi: wait,aren’t you the girl with the notebook ?

???: uhm,y-yes...my name it’s “Jitsuko Miyoko” t-the “Ultimate Writter”

Fuyumi: eh,a writter !?

Jitsuko: uhm...

Alex: wait aren’t you the famour writter,who wrote novel,articel or more !

Jitsuko: uhm...yes

Alex: ah,im a big fan,i love reading your articel in the business magezine !

Fuyumi: wait im also rememmber,are you also write the article about gaming monthly in magezine !?

Jitsuko: umm...yes,i did,i-i just never meet someone who.a fan...

I think she also the most shy person,i hear she only writting a novel and other in her room...must be tough...

Jitsuko: well,excuse me i need.bathroom.

Then she ran in hurry,did she hold to goes to the bathroom ?

Alex: anyway,why are we in this gym ?

Alex: totally strange indeed ?

Fuyumi: wait are you talk about being kidnap !?

Alex: possible right ?

Fuyumi: but,this is hope peak...no way they did this right !?

???: well,it is possible !

Suddenly someone interrupt our convertation.

Fuyumi: eh,possible !?

???: yes...ah,im sorry for interrupt.

???: not,alot people has talking to me since im here...

She sound so despert for talking,wait so she did hear us then ?

???: anyway...”Emi Kimiko” it’s my name...im the “Ultimate Docter”...

Fuyumi: b-but why no one want talk to you ?

Emi: alot people say im...useless....

Fuyumi: whaa ?

Alex: no,for a docter you not useless,rather usefull !

Emi: well,my friend always telling me like that.

Emi: until now i could still hear their voice...

Fuyumi: well,you just have to believe in youself !

Alex: right,docter it’s always usefull !

Well,at least i could also help someone who also feel down or this despair...

Emi: i...know...

But wait,she did believe we’ve been..kidnap..does she know about it ?

Fuyumi: uhm,kimiko-chan do you rememmber how we got in here ?

Emi: uhm...tobehonest i don’t rememmber

Emi: but,i did agree with wilson-kun if we all have been kidnap !

Fuyumi: eh !?

She also think it too !

Alex: well,some people do agree !

Fuyumi: uhm,yeah...

It just scary suddenly...why...how..this all happen...

My mind feel so scared,fear,right now my mind feel like mix with all of this situation.

Like keep my head spining.

Alex: hey,akeno-san !

Fuyumi: uh,yes !

Alex: het,don’t make the “kidnap” situation change your view !

Fuyumi: huh !?

Alex: you see,i can tell you got scared,you know

Fuyumi: uh....

Alex: hehe,c’mon don’t think like that maybe there another way !

Fuyumi: another ?!

Alex: i think,there a changing room i think we should check out !

Fuyumi: yeah...you right.

After wilson decide to check the changeging room,we both make our way there.

When we both right infront of boys and gils changing room,there was a boy standing right infront of changing room,he look’s like something from videogame fighter character.

Fuyumi: uh,excuse me but,what are you doing ?

???: uh,hah !!?

He look’s so suprise when looking at me.

Fuyumi: eh,what’s the metter !?

???: i-it’s not what it’s look’s like !

Fuyumi: eh,not ?

???: i-im not a pervert,i just waiting for someone !

Alex: waiting,who ?

???: uhm...it’s...

Alex: hey,why don’t you introduce yourself first !

???: right,hmmm...my name it’s “Seiji Thusyoshi”,im the “Ultimate SwordMaster” it’s my honor to meet you two !

Fuyumi: w-why it’s honor ?

Seiji: from past of my family,no matter who are the people you’ve meet you must respect them !

Fuyumi: i see.

Alex: whoaa,a real swordmaster...you so cool !!!

Fuyumi: and he also look like character from video game !

Seiji: well,i won’t show off my self,it’s nothing big about it.

Alex: so you can using all type of weapon then !!!

Seiji: mostly it’s a melee weapon,katana,rappier and even more.

Alex: please,please teach me how to use it !

Seiji: well,maybe someday,your physic not yet ready.

Alex: but,i want to be swordmaster !

Seiji: being a swordmaster it’s not easy thing,you must learn many time for using weapon !

Fuyumi: that is impressive,you learn how to use all type of weapon !

Seiji: well,not really.i still need more practice tho

Well wilson really like being sword master rather the ultimate rich himself.

But who is he waiting for ?

Fuyumi: eh,thusyoshi-kun who you waiting for anyway ?

Seiji: uh,that’s...

???: damn,this school changingroom just full with hope~

???: they keep all of it clean,i must do review on it,oh wait vloog !

Then some one came out from the changing room,she look’s like a actris the way she using sunglasses.

???: seiji-kun the even the bathroom in changing room also clean~

???: hyaaa~,look’s like this school need to be vlog !

Fuyumi: eh,a vlog !?

???: huh,who this two ?

Seiji: you see honami-san,i’ve just meet them so—

???: Hey, you there !

Wait,is she talk to me ?

Fuyumi: huh,me !?

???: yeah,you big boobs !

???: you think,you’ve could stole my beloved seiji !

Fuyumi: huh ?

???: don’t “huh” me don’t you know who am i ?

???: the most beauty of sensation of social media “Mayako Honami” also know as the “Ultimate Vlogger” ~~~

Mayako: and seiji-kun,please call me by my first name !

Seiji: wait,is it okay ?

Mayako: yep~

Mayako: and you there jigly bitch,mine alot bigger then you’re !

Fuyumi: ...

Seiji: mayako-san,please do not speak such vulgar !

Mayako: hmfh !

Seiji: eh ?

Alex: don’t took it in the heart akeno-san,she not just sensation of media...also un manner actris !

Fuyumi: wilson-kun...

Well he did help me from her “Un manner” talking...but wait !?

Did they call name by their first name !

Fuyumi: um,i know it’s not my business,but are you two actually couple !?

Alex: eh !

Mayako: what you’re jealous or some thing ?

Fuyumi: no,how did it happen ?

Fuyumi: i mean,in this kind unknown situation ?

Mayako: well when i woke up at classroom,i see this handsome man !

Alex: and you guys became couple ?!

Seiji: kinda like that

Fuyumi: even know in condition like this ?

Seiji: well....

Mayako: but hey,you just a gamer,you don’t understand anything about love !

Fuyumi: huh ?

Mayako: hahaha,anyway see you later~

Then they off.

Alex: huh,what a nonesense

Fuyumi: right

Alex: anyway,akeno-san we still to need check the changing room !

Fuyumi: oh,you’re right !

Alex: okay,you check the girl’s changing room,i check the boys changing room.

Fuyumi: ah,alright

Then we both seperate to the changing room.

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When im inside the girl changing room,there was nothing special,the room it self it’s clean there are locker too,and shower even bathroom.

Well it’s true the bathroom it’s really clean.

The locker has nothing inside,well only towel,and that’s all.

And nobody in here.

It’s look’s like an odenary changing room,nothing special.

Maybe i just get out,there nothing here for me. ---

Then i get out from the girl’s changing room,i look around wilson haven’t get oput from the boys changing room,should i wait for him.

I think ill be rude for leave him like that.

Fuyumi: huh !?

Then something just cought my eye.

I was someone back from the crowded he just there standing alone by himself.

I think i should check out.

???: ........

When i come at him,he seem’s doesn’t care if im here.

I think i should introduce my self first.

Fuyumi: uh,hello my name it’s fuyumi akeno the ultimate gamer !

???: .........

Fuyumi: uhm,hey what’s your name ?

???: .........

Huh,he ignoring me somehow,i must get him attetion.

Fuyumi: hey,hello could you hear ?!

???: ..........

It’s no use he didn’t even want to look at me.

???: ....huh ?

???: oh,it’s no use then....

Fuyumi: eh,no use ?

???: i just trying stay away from all of you.

Fuyumi: eh,what is that mean ?

what is he talking about...trying to stay away from anyone ?

???: [Sighed],my name it’s “Raime Crow”,i—i don’t know what my talent are “???”,so yeah.nice to meet you...

fuyumi: r-raime crow?!,is that your real name ?

and he don’t know what his talent was ?!

raime: ....yes.

raime: uh,but please call me raime !

fuyumi: eh,you mean...your first name !?

raime: hmm,yes,usually all my friend call me like that...so i get use to it...

fuyumi: ah,i see...

but still,im not use to call people by their first name or even never,well except for...but still i do think his type person who like tobe left alone.

But still,it’s wrong to left him alone like this,i must become his friend...well at least...

Because i know how that feel...

Fuyumi: okay,i will call you raime !

Im agree to call him raime,hopefully we could become friend.

Raime: t-thank you...

Alex: hey,akeno-san !

Fuyumi: oh,wilson-kun you’re back !

Alex: yes,i didn’t find anything tho,hey who is he ?

Fuyumi: ah,him !

Raime: .... im raime,you don’t need to know alot about me.

Alex: eh ?

Fuyumi: raime-kun that was rude !

Raime: ...sorry.

Alex: haha,it’s okay

Alex: i haven’t see you around,wait raime-san what is your talent ?

Raime: ....it’s not important.

Alex: eh,not important !,why ?

Raime: [Sigh]...i don’t know what my talent are...

Alex: heh,you don’t know ?

Raime: maybe,i just wrong to get into this school

Fuyumi: wrong ?

Raime: yeah,maybe.....

Fuyumi: hey,so you also don’t know when you get in hope peak ?

Raime: i can’t rememmber....

So that mean,did everyone have somekind amnesia or something...

So maybe wilson right if we all been kidnap.

[Ding] [Dong] [Ding] [Dong] !!!

Fuyumi: huh !?

Suddenly the school bell it’s ringing.

Monomi: please be quiet everyone !

Suddenly a stuffed animal bunny cameout out of no where and announced to be quiet.

and everyone got supprise.

Mayako: HuH !?

Eri: eh,what is that !

Takeo: heh,is that...

Ryo: hmmm,a stuffed animal ?

Monomi: no im not a stuffed animal !

Monomi: my name it’s monomi,hope peak “Vice HeadMaster” !

Alex: eh, vice headmaster ?

Monomi: that’s right !

Ichiro: hey,why are we here !?

Monomi: please be quiet,the “headmaster” it’s coming !

Fuyumi: eh,the headmaster !?

Wait so the headmaster also somekind stuffed animal too !?

Then from the gymnasium stage there appear the stuffed bear,jump from behind and then sit down and facing us.

Monokuma: Upupupu,thank you all for waiting !

Monokuma: hello there my despairing student !

Monokuma: it’s must be boring to waiting for the “headmaster” for congrat’s all of you !

Seiji: what do you mean by congrat’s ?

Monokuma: of course for entering hope peak academy !

Takehiko: eh,such a warm wellcome

Jitsuko: hyaaa a talking bear !

Monokuma: you’ll bet,upupu~

Takeo: hey you shity toys,you can’t be our headmaster !

Ichiro: y-yeah,there no way,right ?

Ryo: uhuh.how that’s possible ?

Chieko: agree,no way that bear it’s the headmaster !

Monokuma: my,my,you guys all cringing,aren’t ya ?

Monomi: please,everyone let the headmaster speak !

Emi: uhm,mr.bear w-why are we here ?

Tetsuya: did you lock us ?

Emi: eh,l-lock,you mean kidnap !

Ryu: eh....im so not mood for this.

Everyone it’s panic,because the headmaster was a black and white teddy bear who claim as a headmaster of hope peak school.

Me myself also confuse what happen right now,this kind feeling like happening before.

Monokuma: ah,look at your despairing face,how cute~

Takeo: shut up you little shit !

Monokuma: hey,first of all my name it’s monokuma your headmaster have some respect !

Monokuma: second of all you must be wondering why you all here,correct ?

Monokuma: well then,i’ve already give you all “Student Handbook”,right !

Monokuma: pupupu,please open up...turn it on and i will tell you !

Fuyumi: the handbook ?

That’s right,this earlier me and wilson,we both get our handbook from the small box from the locked classroom.

So i turn on my student handbook.

[Beep]

Monokuma: all on?,now....please check the file now~

Then we all check the file and then appear rule and some kind case,what is this thing !?

Then appeaer,school rule of....killing game ?!

Fuyumi: ah,a killing game ?!

Alex: huh,what is this ?

Raime: huh....a killing game.

Mayako: hey,bear do you know something about this ?

Monokuma: upupu,monomi please explain it to them !

Monokuma: im already tired for another explanation

Monomi: yes,headmaster monokuma !

Monomi: now,you all proud for entering hope peak !

Monomi: and now you all will play our school game !

Takehiko: and that would be the killing game ?

Monomi: correct,now all of you will live in this school forever !

Mayako: what !!!

Fuyumi: eh,f-forever ?

Michio: wait,i don’t see pun intended !?

Eri: hey is this somekind a joke

Chieko: yes,it must be right ?

Eri: if it is,i will collect the teddy bear !

Monokuma: hey!,for the last time im not teddy bear,im monokuma !!!

Michio: if this real,then i can’t think a single joke !

Jitsuko: eh,i-im scared !!!

Takeo: you fucking joking right !

Ichiro: ah...

Makoto the cat: Hissssss !

Atsuko: there,there makoto it’s gonna be okay !

Fuyumi: ...

Then suddenly the atsmophere change to fear being lock in the school or more likely live in the school forever.

Why is this happening,i can’t even put a single word,this feeling of despair,fear,panic and alot more are crumbling inside of me.

Monomi: anyway in your hanbook there also the rule that you must know !

[<KILLING SCHOOL LIFE RULE>]

#.1 [With minimal restrictions, you are free to explore Hope's Peak Academy at your discretion]

#.2 [Violence against headmaster Monokuma is strictly prohibited, as is destruction of surveillance cameras]

#.3 [Anyone who kills a fellow student and becomes "blackened" will graduate, unless they are discovered]

#.4 [Once a murder takes place, a class trial will begin shortly thereafter. Participation is mandatory for all surviving students]

#.5 [If the guilty party is exposed during the class trial, they alone will be executed]

#.6 [If the guilty party is not exposed, they alone will graduate, and all remaining students will be executed]

#.7 ["Nighttime" is from 10 pm to 7 am. Some areas are off-limits at night, so please exercise caution]

#.8 [ The headmaster also won’t allowed to punish the student]

#.9 [Other area will be unblock after killing game being held]

#.10 [The guilty party may only kill a maximum of two people during any single "Killing Game”]

#.11 [Lending your e-Handbook to another student is strictly prohibited]

#.12 [Students may reside only within the school. Leaving campus is an unacceptable use of time]

They really want us to kill each other,is there another way to stop this ?

What should we do now,are we going to stuck in this school for the rest of our life....

Im scared...

Monomi: now,you all will stuck or live in here,this school forever !

Monomi: and the only way to getout is to kill eachother or should i say your graduate !

Monokuma: upupupu,i love to see your despair aura,it’s just despairing !

Monomi: well,that’s all you need to know now !

Monomi: so,i see no question so—

Alex: no.No !

Monomi: heh ?!

Monokuma: no ?

And all of sudden,wilson fight back their word loudly.

Alex: i will find a way out from this killing game !

Alex: and i will end this killing game !

The he spit out his word,for end this killing game.

If it possible to do.

Fuyumi: w-wilson-kun...

Alex: don’t worry,everyone will be getout alive !

Everyone just string at him quietly,and think he must be out of his mind.

Monokuma: oh,why are you so certain you will get out from this killing game ?

Monomi: but,sir according the rule the student it’s phohibited for—

[Punch] [Pow]

Monomi: ouch,that’s hurt !

Monokuma: Shut up monomi,i want to hear his little inch hope~

Alex: right,i will not kill anyone just because of you make us stuck in here !

Alex: i have my own hope,and that is get the exit door !

Monokuma: upupu,goodluck if you found one,Hyahahaha !

Monokuma: anyway,stick to the rule and you’ll be out in no time !

Monokuma: goodbye,hope you enjoy your new home,upupupu~

Monomi: ah,yes thankyou very much for listening,now the “schoolyard,school complex building and first floor” are avalaible for free roaming, that’s all !

And both of them are disappear,only 17 of us left alone to kill each other.

Is it the end of all of us....

...........

No,im also have to believing in my hope.

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Prolouge End.

#DANGANRONPA CODE 0.1 #PROLOUGE #THE DRAWING WILL COMING SOON

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