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tinybriewrites · 2 years

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Parfum - 1

"A triple quad black eye but make it ristretto," Marinette mumbled with her eyes half closed, thrusting a ginormous tumbler into the hands of the aghast cashier.

She stumbled her way to a counter seat and promptly collapsed onto the marble surface. The chill of it was sharp enough to keep her on the knife-edge of lucidity while waiting for her dose of sweet, unforgivable addiction.

A chuckle rang through the vacant shop amidst the whirring of the espresso machine.

"Didn't think there'd be a free range one of you nutcases out there," a baritone voice said with undisguised mirth.

Normal Marinette would've ignored the weird voice. Normal Marinette was smart, usually. Even Sleepy Marinette knew better than to jeopardize everything. Unfortunately, the only Marinette left running the show was One-Foot-Into-A-Grave-Slash-Coma Marinette.

And this Marinette was a downright idiot.

She opened a striking blue eye for a moment before turning the other way and mumbling, "...Ngh bad stranger."

"Name's Julian. Not a stranger now, am I?"

Marinette's current slower-than-a-turtle brain took a hot second to process the words and string them together before slurring out, "Mah-ree-nettie," squinting at Julian afterward like a satisfied housecat.

"Well, Nettie, what brings you to Gotham? Secret Wayne? You have the looks for it, that's for sure." The barista couldn't help but let out a snort at that. If there was anything Gotham was known for, it must be the gaggle of black-haired blue-eyed children with wildly tragic backstories.

Marinette slow-blinked like a lagging computer at Julian before sluggishly reaching to the top of his head.

"Flatcap."

"It's Paper Boy Day, y'see."

"...Weird."

"Kid, this dude's one of the resident crazies. This," the barista gestured to all of Julian, "is what happens when you live here too long. God knows, the air here reeks of insanity."

"Don't forget the water too," Julian snickered.

He eyed her up and down before adding, "And you, kid, scream visitor. Your outfit is drab enough to pass for a gargoyle here, but your scent— It's a dead giveaway. You smell too nice to be here. All lavender and cinnamon and puppies."

Before Marinette could begin to muster up a response, the barista came back and placed her filled-to-the-brim tumbler down with practiced caution.

Marinette cared not for anything but her preferred dose of insanity, immediately gulping down the still steaming drink to the resigned and amused eyes of the duo.

"Even after all that, not even a hint of hesitation, huh? Just like that Tim kid, I swear."

"Uncannily so, indeed."

Three straight minutes of inhaling the more-caffeinated-than-should-be-legal drink later, Tired-As-All-Nine-Hells-But-Still-Pulling-Through Marinette took the stage.

With scrunched brows, she turned to look at Julian then the barista then back to Julian.

"...Wayne?"

Guffawing, Julian replied, "The growing brood of Bruce, Playboy Prince of Gotham. You one of his? Last name Wayne?"

With the caffeine charge belatedly rebooting her critical thinking skills, Semi-Dead-But-Not-Quite Marinette realized how much shit pre-coffee Marinette could have already landed herself in. Idle chatter with strangers was a privilege not granted to a newbie runaway.

"...No. And I- I think I have to go now."

Marinette rushed out of the coffee shop, tumbler clutched like it was her life, under the indecipherable gaze of the odd stranger.

"Hey, Nettie," the barista greeted, moving to make her drink the moment she walked in.

Over the course of a week, Marinette had kept running into the strange man on her coffee runs. After the second meeting, she indulged in the newfound paranoia her journey had encouraged. Under Tikki's disapproving gaze, she casted no less than thirty-seven different spells to be absolutely, beyond any doubt certain that he was in no way a threat to her. Her actions were morally ambiguous, sure, but that coffee shop was the only place in Gotham that didn't stink of corrupted energy.

Marinette could only either take the plunge or go coffee-free, and she's seen how well that would go.

"Hello again, little bean. Need another death drink already?"

Silently acquiescing to that, Marinette admired Julian's newest garb. "...National Bride Day?" she guessed.

He wore an ivory wedding gown, the skirt billowing out around his seat in heaps of tulle and lace. A white camellia rested on his right ear, pinning back part of his flowing blonde wig, pearls hanging from it like a star-lit waterfall.

"Tsk, tsk, Nettie, close but not quite." He bopped her on the head with a bouquet of fake carnations, eyes gleaming with an odd affection. "World Marriage Day, actually."

"What do you think, I'm rocking this one, aren't I?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

Marinette rolled her eyes at his antics. "Felix put it all together, didn't he? You and Mitch together can't measure up to a pinky of his fashion sense."

"How dare you speak to your father like that, young lady!" he gasped in mock offense.

"Thought you called me a Wayne, Jules," Marinette teased back, brow raised.

"You could be both," he joked. "I don't mind being called father-in-law."

"Ju-"

Her righteous indignation was interrupted by the clink of porcelain on marble and the chuckles the barista didn't bother holding back, much to her dismay.

"You- I- Just- No! You guys, no! Felix and I aren't anything even close to that," she exclaimed. But unfortunately for her, her reddening face hid nothing.

"...Sure, kid, sure. But hurry it up, will you? I've got a hundred bucks on the line."

"You bet on me?!"

"I want in. Twenty bucks Felix makes the first move." The barista held out a crisp fifty, adding, "Thirty Marinette avoids him after."

Julian grabbed the bill, pulling up a purse from his fake cleavage.

Before Marinette could protest more, a loud siren blasted from her phone speakers. Her eyes hardened instantly as if a switch was flicked, and without another word, she left like Cerberus himself was on her heels.

By the time Ladybug had arrived on the scene, half of Collège Françoise Dupont was up in flames. Chat Noir was nowhere to be found, but from a cursory glance, the students stayed a distance away from the burning building, seeming neither harmed nor controlled or otherwise affected aside from the bone-deep fright.

"Marinette! Where is Marinette!" the akuma—Manon—screeched.

"We don't know a Marinette," a student cried out in fear of the looming figure.

"Stop. Lying. To. Me!" She flung around her wand-holding arm in her rage of a tantrum.

Staunchly ignoring the rabbit hole of implications of Manon's demands, the heroine came up with her gamble of a plan. Trying to take the most efficient route, she cautiously approached a pastel pink Puppeteer, hand at the ready on her yoyo. From behind the akuma, she nabbed her wand and broke it in half on her knee.

But, nothing changed. Instead, her move only served to incense Manon, not unlike pouring water on sizzling oil.

"LADYBUG!" Manon yelled. "You remember Marinette, right?"

"N-" Ladybug moved to shake her head, but the akuma was quick to cut her off. "You wouldn't lie to me, right? Not you, the perfect sweetheart of Paris, right? Our darling heroine would never lie to a little kid? Right?"

Marinette weighed her options. It was an innocent child versus the entire world. Faith against fate.

Manon stared at her with the same hope-filled gaze she had once had when she wanted her plush dolls. It plunged her into memories she once resolved to forget. It made her weak.

She bit her lip.

"No. I've never heard of a Marinette."

But not weak enough.

"LIAR," she screamed, flinging tiny pink sparks from her fingertips in all directions.

Spinning her yoyo into a shield, Ladybug managed to repel all but one, the littlest of the bunch. But that was enough to damn her.

With its landing point as the origin, it spread from the soles of her feet to the tip of her waist at an alarming speed. The heroine was protected by the magic of the suit, but even through that, she could feel the burn of the pink flame. It was beyond what words could describe. She felt like she was bathing in a hearth straight from Tartarus. She could feel the conflicting magics tearing her apart and putting her back together, tendon by tendon.

In her haze, she could hear Manon roaring out, "If you won't reveal the truth, then just go reveal everything else. Hmph!"

Manon shot out a pink beam from her index finger, but before it could hit her, someone jumped in the way.

Adrien.

Gritting her teeth, Ladybug aggressively blinked her way into focus. Her former friend was in a similar blazing state. His face was deathly pale and covered with a sheen of sweat. His brows were scrunched tight, but still, he held on.

"S-Storyteller! I- I-" he stuttered out, jaw clenched and eyes shut tight.

Looking closer at the school, the brightest flame within came not from the objects set ablaze but from a group of teenagers—her old classmates—writhing in pain on the ground yet unable to escape from the fires of akuma-delivered retribution. They were beneath a fallen column in the innermost part of the building, crawling like worms to hide from the akuma's line of sight.

"I never wanted to be a model." The confession was pulled from Adrien's throat, word by word. "But it's the only I can do to remember maman."

The heroine had seen plenty of gruesome scenes in her time. From a city drowned and silenced to the screams of young children being beheaded, there was no shortage of such scenes in Paris.

But Manon—Storyteller—was a first. She didn't kill, no. She kept everyone alive in a perpetual cycle of torture.

It was cruel.

And it was her fault that this happened at all.

"I have hundreds of pictures of Ladybug on my phone. My... friend says I'm obsessed. I imagine meeting her, dating her, kissing her." Words spilled from Adrien's mouth like air escaping a punctured balloon, and at that, the flames licking at his torso eased an inch.

A sliver of repulsion shot through her at the admission, but she put that aside at her newest theory.

"Manon!" she yelled, shielding Adrien behind her. "I have something to say."

Her eyes darted around, looking for the akumatized object, but her mouth never stopped.

"You want to hear secrets right? I'm adopted," she said, but there was no change to the pink flames.

"No, no!" Manon stomped her feet. "I don't want your secrets, I want Marinette! I'm not the liar, it's everyone else!"

"Manon..." Ladybug slowly approached, hands held out in appeasement.

"It's a consh-pirah-see," the child screamed, and the flames burned brighter at her rage.

As the child spun in her agitation, a flash of unblemished white caught the heroine's eye. It wasn't visible from the front, but a ribbon gleaming like arctic ice trailed from Manon's hair.

Ladybug's eyes flashed.

"Marinette..." she enunciated slowly, catching Manon's attention. She approached the child at a snail's pace, careful not to startle her. "Did she go to school here?"

Manon's eyes flashed brighter, "Yes, yes! Marinette is real. You believe me, right?"

The heroine inched her right hand to her side, but the motion attracted the akuma's attention.

"Liar! I hate you! Give me your miraculous!"

Faster than the beam could reach her, she moved to seize Manon's ribbon.

Ladybug felt words bubbling in her throat, but she resisted. Who knew what sorts of world-ending secrets could escape her lips? The list was far too long, and the risk, magnitudes too great.

With veins throbbing on her skin while her heart and lungs burned with the desire to reveal, she ripped the ribbon straight through the middle, releasing the akuma and leaving behind a child with stained cheeks and puffy eyes.

Gasping for breath, the heroine caught the akuma before collapsing onto the pavement. Her city burned around her, but for once, she wanted to take a small, selfish break. Even if only for a moment.

Sprawled out on the ground, her chest rising rapidly, she heard the whimpers of a child who couldn't know better. She tasted the flames of desperation in the air, smelled the burnt ashes of hope. She saw Manon's heart break, and she felt her lose her faith in the world.

Marinette closed her eyes.

Another failure.

Preventable, necessary, agonizing failure.

Later, she would get up and be the hero Paris needed her to be. Later, she would be Ladybug. Now, she just wanted to be what she was— a child.

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D.U.D.E Bios: Odin Rhydderch

The Ogre Duke of C.R.C Odin Rhydderch (2020)

Fionn's son and Rhodri's grandson, Odin. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a comedic and creative young man. He's another one of Kirby's first cousins once removed.

"Yeah, beauty isn't everything, for one."

Name

Full Legal Name: Odin Meriwether Hilarius Asmodeus Rhydderch

First Name: Odin

Meaning: Anglicized form of Old Norse 'Óðinn', which was derived from 'Óðr' meaning 'Inspiration, Rage, Frenzy'.

Pronunciation: O-din

Origin: Norse Mythology, English

Middle Name(s): Meriwether, Hilarius, Asmodeus

Meaning(s): Meriwether: From a surname meaning 'Happy weather' in Middle English. Hilarius: Roman name derived from Latin 'Hilaris' meaning 'Cheerful'. Asmodeus: From Greek 'Asmodaios' and Hebrew ''Ashmed'ai', probably from Avestan 'Aēshəma' meaning 'Wrath' and 'Daēuua' meaning 'Demon'.

Pronunciation(s): MEHR-i-wedh-er. hee-LA-ree-oos. az-ma-DEE-as

Origin(s): English. Ancient Roman. Biblical, Judeo-CHristian-Islamic Legend

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'.

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Ogre Duke Odin Rhydderch

Reason: This is Odin's ring name

Nicknames: Odi

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 18

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: December 13th 2002

Symbols: Ogres, Ogresses, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Dating

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Theme Song: 'Hurt' - Nine Inch Nails (2020-)

Voice Actor: Josh O'Connor

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 6'2" / 187 cm

Weight: 209 lbs / 94 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Ginger

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 2

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)

Scars: Facial scars

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Isidore Herbert, Napier Rhydderch, Gabriel O'Hannigan, Zayden O'Hannegan, Pacey Rhydderch, Zechariah Rhydderch, Eadberht Rhydderch

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Saga Battaglia

Mentor: Fionn Rhydderch

Significant Other: Saga Battaglia (19, Girlfriend)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Fionn Rhydderch (47, Father), Unity Rhydderch (48, Mother, Née Sauvageon)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Rachel MacGregor (27, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Queen MacEntire (24, Sister, Née Rhydderch), Pace Rhydderch (21, Brother), Naomh Rhydderch (15, Sister), Macy Rhydderch (12, Sister), Comhghall Rhydderch (9, Brother), Kaiser Rhydderch (6, Brother), Jacinth Rhydderch (3, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Bruce MacGregor (28, Rachel's Husband), Coinneach MacEntire (25, Queen's Husband), Urve Rhydderch (22, Fionn's Wife, Née MacEalair)

Nieces & Nephews: Craig MacGregor (7, Nephew), Ceinwen MacGregor (4, Niece), Ceridwen MacGregor (1, Niece), Donald MacEntire (4, Nephew), Dougal MacEntire (1, Nephew), Vilija Rhydderch (1, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Anglesey, Wales

Trainer: The C.R.C Training School, Rhodri Rhydderch, Fionn Rhydderch

Managers: Saga Battaglia

Wrestlers Managed: Saga Battaglia

Debut: 2020

Debut Match: Odin Rhydderch VS Fionn Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2020-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Rotating Punch To The Stomach, Backbreaker, Running Knee Lift, Belly To Belly Suplex, Diving Shoulder Block, Dropkick, Gorilla Press, Lariat, Scoop Powerslam, Spinning Spinebuster, Three Point Stance Tackle, Tiger Suplex

Finishers: Boston Crab, Senton, Sitout Gutwrench Powerbomb, High Angle Belly To Back Suplex

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Odin Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Fionn dies Odin will have a 1/432th ownership of the promotion. Odin is an 'Ogre Style' (Grappler) trainer. He's mostly Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

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nightwarn · 2 years

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what's your favorite thing about the batman? is there anything that you feel that they missed, or wished they focused on a little bit more?

omg thank u sm for this?? honestly i’ve seen this movie 5 times and it’s super special to me. my fav thing would truly have to be Our Prince robbie pattyson -- i honestly feel that robert captures the character of bruce and bman quite well, at least one that is obvi early in his career; we’ll ofc see more change within him as a person as the movies go on ( ree,ves pitched it as a trilogy and even tho it was expected, it was nice to actually get confirmation on said sequel since i don’t trust wb or dc in general ://// ) also bruce is Incredibly Dramatic and i�� think robert is just *chef kiss* fills that vibe

and tbh i’m not for sure if there was anything they missed within this movie, but there’s some things i’m not too wild about one being j--ker is his year 1 villain which is just kind of super fucking weird imo ( also the deleted scene has ..... left much to be desired, im glad it was just that: deleted. ) and as much as i love the whole ‘this is his 2nd year as bman’ vibe, really the whole mob corruption shit should’ve been bruce’s year 1 stuff paired with maybe more of an unknown rogue villain ( i’ve been meaning to write this but i like the concept of mad h--tter being his year 1 villain instead )

one last lil complaint is the lack of mentioning harvey tbh, even more so since the whole salvatore maroni case coming and going. maybe he’ll pop up since mr. DA lost his head and there’s a spot opening but still imo harvey should’ve at least been name dropped once to just establish his existence briefly

#OUT.#ASKS.#LONG POST CW #everything else tho??? i think was super duper solid #hmm maybe not having carmine die???#but that was kinda needed for Plot Sakes #but maybe him being Shot and Surviving could have sufficed ???#that way his whole Prosecution could have been led by harvey ??#and someone ( like VINNIEEEHHHHH ) could have disfigured harvey during #the trial?? but idk im rlly just spit ballin here

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petervc88 · 2 months

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Cappelle Calling - 26 februari 2024

Deze uitzending schoof een radio dj van een ander station aan uit de kop van Noord-Holland: Pieter van Ree. In december was ik bij hem te gast, en nu kwam hij bij mij langs met een door hem samengestelde playlist. Als LP van de Week koos hij 'It's My Life' van Talk Talk uit 1984.

Terugluisteren kan hier.

Dit was de playlist:

Uur 1:

The Waterboys - A Girl Called Johnny Nothing But Thieves - Oh No :: He Said What? Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb Talk Talk - It's My Life (LP van de Week) The Beloved - Sweet Harmony The Killers - Ultraviolet (Light My Way) (DisCovered) Bruce Springsteen - Burnin' Train Ilse DeLange - Tained Chris Stapleton - Starting Over (Filmplaat - uit 'Dog' ) The The - Uncertain Smile Talk Talk - Tomorrow Started (LP van de Week)

Uur 2:

Phil Collins - Something Happened On The Way To Heaven Niels Geusebroek - Say Goodbye Talk Talk - Renee (LP van de Week) The War On Drugs feat. Lucius - I Don't Live Here Anymore K's Choice - Not An Addict U2 - Ultraviolet (Light My Way) (DisCovered) Keane - Everybody's Changing Talk Talk - Dum Dum Girl (LP van de Week) Stevie Wonder - For Once In My Life Young Gun Silver Fox - West Side Jet Quinn Sullivan - Dark Love Fleetwood Mac - Sara

Cappelle Calling is iedere maandagavond van 20:00 t/m 22:00 te horen op Radio 90FM. Iedere woensdagmiddag wordt de uitzending herhaald van 18:00 tot 20:00. Suggesties voor DisCovered of De Filmplaat zijn welkom via de Facebookpagina van het programma of via [email protected].

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temerchanshirt · 6 months

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Then reflect on the situation we face. We are in perilous times and need a government that shows integrity and honour. So how is your local M P measuring up to honour and integrity. As with the Owen Paterson mess, Johnson only activates Rees-Mogg when he’s plumbing the lowest depths of shamelessness. The calculation is that the plebs will swallow anything delivered in pantomime patrician tones. The tragedy of the English class system is that it’s often true. We live in s two tier society, everyone knows that, the have and the have nots this is no different. The wealthy don't pay that much tax on their income businesses who turnover billions don't pay their way with tax.

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thebakedcat · 1 year

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 year

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Autopsy of Devotion

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by BrideofCrixus

The events of the film have transpired; bodies have been tagged and bagged. Gotham City is in the early stages of healing. The presumed dead return to the land of the living, hearts that were declared dead will beat again. Offensive stuff afoot, sex, violence and triggering words galore. I hope you enjoy Bane and OC Jane Bell.

Words: 2151, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Bane - Fandom, Nolan Bane, Nolan Batman - Fandom, DCU (Comics), The Bane Chronicles - Sarah Rees Brennan & Cassandra Clare & Maureen Johnson, Batman (Movies - Nolan)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bane (DCU), Talia al Ghul, James Gordon, John Blake, The Tumbler (Batman (Movies - Nolan)), Selina Kyle, Catwoman, Bruce Wayne, OC - Character

Relationships: Doctor and patient - Relationship, captive and captor - Relationship

Additional Tags: Autopsy, Body Bags, power, Dominance, Violence, Grey consent, Foul Fucking Language, offenses afoot, getaway, cremation, morgue, Gotham City - Freeform, Gpd, Abuse, Pain, Suffering, Torment

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petnews2day · 1 year

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Sam Smith: 'Getting some dog poo is the best grounding method' - Music News

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Sam Smith: 'Getting some dog poo is the best grounding method' - Music News

Sam Smith carried out for BBC Radio 2’s Piano Space on Ken Bruce’s program. From Maida Vale Studios, Sam sang Stay With Me, Unholy– signed up with by Kim Petras, and a cover of Des’ ree’s I’m Kissing You. Here are some quotes from Sam Smith’s interview … On making music after their fast success […]

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donotscratchyoureyes · 2 years

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A Sailor’s Tale

Many seasons ago I used to be one of those lads that threw balls back to players. It wasn’t a particularly arduous task unless you were placed on the Lower Rous in which case you would have to jump down into the void that existed between the two tiers in those days and take a lucky guess as to where you were throwing the ball back.

This was a role without any pay, but you did get a polystyrene cup of mystery soup at half-time and a programme which you could get signed by both sets of players (and Sir Elton) if you were lucky. If you were unlucky you could get shoved out of the way by an irate Bruce Grobellar or have Brian Clough insist you move the away bench a few inches to the left for no apparent reason. Further anecdotes from this period of my life will be revealed in a forthcoming autobiography ‘What Flavour Is This Soup…Anyone?!’ and any appearances on The Graham Norton Show that follow on from it’s Sunday Times Bestseller success.

It wasn’t just on first team matchdays that our services were required. Oh no. We were there for reserve and ‘junior’ (now known as under-23s) matches. You really haven’t lived until you’ve sat in a puddle for 90 mins on a Tuesday night, watching Jason Drysdale and Barry Ashby stretch in front of your face whilst looking forward to being bollocked the following day for not having done your maths homework. ‘But Miss, I was throwing goal kick balls to Mel Rees last night’ isn’t a reasonable excuse for not being able to calculate the area of a circle as it turns out.

The ballboys were organised by a chap called Arthur and his father-in-law, Percy who was affectionately known as Grandad due to his grandson, Richard, also being a ballboy. Rarely seen without his grey trilby hat on, Grandad used to always have a large white bag of Extra Strong Mints with him that he would offer us as we lined up to clap the teams out. “Keep ya warm that” he’d say as you took one.

One of the other characters that used to be around at every match was an old boy known to all as ‘Sailor’, who was slightly bent over, always wore a tired old suit and, as I recall, had what I would describe as a country burr when he spoke.

Sailor’s sole job at The Vic was to fly and take down a huge flag from a mast that was positioned in NE corner of the Vicarage Road end.

On 85 minutes he would make a slow walk along the main stand, up the stairs of the Vicarage Road end, lower the flag, fold it neatly and make his way back. This ritual was more obvious at reserve and junior matches as there wasn’t a crowd on the terrace to obscure his work. Being kids we teased him about this errand taking longer to undertake each match but he didn’t seem to mind, a big gummy smile used to spread across his face and he’d put the flag away for another day.

Fast forward a few decades, I wasn’t prepared for how strangely moved I felt upon seeing it in all its glory at the 100 Years At The Vic exhibition at Watford Museum last week. Whilst others were oohing and ahhing over bricks and The Observer clock, it was this large piece of yellow cloth that brought back the strongest memories for me. When I took a picture of it and sent it to my brother who was also a ballboy with the text ‘Sailor’s Flag’ he replied ‘Awesome. Fond memories of that’. It probably seems peculiar that something as seemingly innocuous as a flag can bring back ‘fond memories’ unless you also remember the person and the ritual behind it.

On a recent podcast with the curators of the exhibition, I was asked if I knew why Sailor was known by his nickname. I assumed that as a man of a certain age he had served in the navy. This however is not the case. It turns out he was left at an orphanage in a sailor suit as a baby. You have to love the fans of our club for knowing (and passing on) things like that.

So when it comes to writing my book, chapter three (which will be titled ‘Can’t I stand down The Rookery tonight, Arthur - it’s raining’) I’ll talk about Sailor and his flag, and how it’s one of my strongest memories of being a ballboy. That and when one of the Janaway brothers patted and then whistled loudly into one of the long shaggy microphones they put out on the side of the pitch for televised matches. It was cruelly amusing to see a technician tear off a pair of headphones whilst swearing loudly.

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D.U.D.E Bios: Quirino Marino / Rino Marino

The Third of Damien's Hounds Rino Marino (2020)

The brother of Billie and one of Damien's Hounds, Quirino Marino, is a very athletic man. Quirino is a wrestler and a third generation wrestler, being part of the youngest generation of wrestlers in the Marino family.

"Rule five of wrestling, Refs are made of glass, don't harm them."

Name

Full Legal Name: Quirino Gabino Marino

First Name: Quirino

Meaning: Italian, Portuguese and Spanish form of 'Quirinus', which is possibly derived from the Sabine word 'Quiris' meaning 'Spear'

Pronunciation: kee-REE-no

Origin: Italian, Portuguese, Spanish

Middle Name: Gabino

Meaning: Spanish form of 'gabinus', which possibly referred to the ancient city of Gabii in central Italy.

Pronunciation: ga-BEE-no

Origin: Spanish

Surname: Marino

Meaning: Derived from the given name 'Marino' which itself is the Spanish and Italian form of 'Marinus'. 'Marinus' comes from the Latin word 'Marinus' meaning 'of the sea'

Pronunciation: ma-REE-no

Origin: Spanish

Alias: Rino Marino

Reason: Ring Name

Nicknames: Rin, Rino, Gab, Gabe, Gabi

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 28

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Cuban

Ethnicity: Hispanic / Latino

Birth Date: August 27th 1992

Symbols: Athletic Wear, Hair Gel

Sexuality: Bisexual

Religion: Catholic

Native Language: Spanish

Spoken Languages: Spanish, English, Portuguese

Relationship Status: Engaged

Astrological Sign: Virgo

Theme Song: 'Regulate' - Warren G, Nate Dogg (2012-)

Voice Actor: Adam Rodriguez

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Current Location: On the road / Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Hometown: Bayamo, Granma Province, Cuba

Appearance

Height: 6'2" / 187 cm

Weight: 190 lbs / 86 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Shaves when wrestling

Facial Hair: Clean shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 4

Piercings: Navel

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Laurence Winter, Eira Pritchard, Desmond McDougall, Bruce MacGregor

Colleagues: Too many to list

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: Matrona Volkov

Mentor: Yago Marino

Significant Other: Matrona Volkov (27, Fiancée)

Previous Partners: None of note

Parents: Yago Marino (57, Father), Florencia Marino (58, Mother, Née Palomo)

Parents-In-Law: None (yet)

Siblings: Bienvenida Marino (37, Sister), Urbano Marino (34, Brother), Judith Marino (31, Sister), Natividad Marino (25, Sister), Macario Marino (22, Brother), Rosaura Marino (19, Sister), Isaac Marino (16, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Hortensia Marino (35, Urbano's Wife, Née Lozano), Xavier Ibarra (32, Judith's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Emperatriz Romero-Marino (17, Niece), Antonio Huerta-Marino (14, Nephew), Triana Santos-Marino (11, Niece), Lorenzo Marino (14, Nephew), Paz Marino (11, Niece), Casilda Ibarra (11, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: The Underworld

Trainer: Sabas Marino, Yago Marino, Tercero Marino, Ramiro Marino, Pastor Marino, Olegario Marino, Nicanor Marino, Jair Marino, Heliodoro Marino, Facundo Marino, C.R.C Wrestling School

Managers: Florencia Marino

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 2012

Debut Match: Rino VS Eira. Rino won via pinfall

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables: The Lucifarians (2012-)

Teams: The Hounds (Rino & Bano / Judi / Natividad / Macario / Rosaura / Isaac)

Regular Moves: Hangman's Neckbreaker, Knife Edge Chops, Moonsault, Multiple Punches, Short Armbar, Snap DDT

Finishers: Piledriver, Sleeper Hold, Spinning Toe Hold

Refers To Fans As: The Watchful Eyes

Extras

Backstory: Quirino is the second eldest son of 'disgraced luchador' Yago Marino, wrestling is in his blood and he grew up around luchadores. He joined the Lucifarians as one of Damien's hounds in 2012, being a hound means he's mindless and does everything Damien orders him to.

Trivia: Nothing of note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Marino #C.R.C Wrestling School #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion #Los Marinos

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