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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years

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A Mere Mortal - Chapter Five

A/N: This story is based on Landlord Vampire Fic Frenzy hosted by the amazing @just-the-hiddles. The second last chapter of this series! Yay Feedback’s appreciated as always! :))

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Pairing: Vampire! Bucky Barnes x Vampire! Loki x Human! Reader

Word count: 2043

Warnings: Foul language, murder description, mostly angst.

Tags: @buckybarnesplumwhore @ladyacrasia @tcc-gizmachine @alexakeyloveloki @rogerrhqpsody

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You’d had enough. Bear was driving you insane with his persistent howling and barking. For such a small pup he was quite loud. Groaning, you turned on your side hoping to block the noise out.

Maybe it’s a phase. Don’t they start teething or something at this age?

You thought you’d ignore him and eventually he would keep quiet and go back to sleep, but something made you get out of the warmth of your bed, down the stairs and flick the light on in the living room. Bear was standing by the front door, staring it down as if it were an enemy. Huffing, you went closer.

“What is it buddy? Bad dream?” you leaned down to give him a scratch but he backed away; instead trotted up to the door and began scraping it with his front paws.

“You want to go for a walk now? Its 4:00 am and freezing cold. Come on now back to sleep.” You turned to switch the lights off again when Bear grabbed your pajama bottoms and tugged on them.

“What the hell Bear! We cannot go out now. Enough.” Irritated at this point, you picked him up and took him upstairs to let him sleep in your bed. Maybe he’d calm down then.

Once inside, you slid inside the still warm bed with the puppy and cuddled him close, he was surprisingly pacified at that time. He scrambled around a little bit before snuggling in, his rapid breathing gradually began lulling you back to sleep. Though it was short-lived.

Soon the quiet of the room was broken by Bear’s yapping right beside your ear. Angry at this point, you threatened to lock him in a room, though you could never do such a thing. He sat beside your bedroom window and looked out into the darkness. Following his gaze, you peered out to see what’s got him so riled up.

You saw a blurry dark figure laying on the ground on the far end of the street. The hairs on the back of your neck stood in alarm as you squinted to see clearly.

Were they unconscious? Or worse? Should you call the police?

Deciding the latter was the logical option, you got your phone and dialed 911 and waited for in your living room for a car alarm to be heard. You weren’t planning on standing in the dark out there alone.

Upon hearing cars in the distance, you pulled on a sweater and a hat, carried Bear in a little blanket and went out to the possible crime scene.

As you got closer, your heart rate picked up, Bear’s barking returned and you could sense something was horribly wrong. One of the officers saw you approaching and walked towards you.

“Do you live around here ma’am?” he asked looking at you warily.

“Yes, right down the street. I was the one that called you. My dog kept barking endlessly and I saw a figure on the ground. What happened?” you asked trying to peak behind him where the figure still laid, lifeless.

“I’m afraid it’s an animal attack. A brutal one. This woman was dead when we arrived. Her head was about ten feet away from her body.” He said matter-of-factly.

Your eyes went wide as he described the scene as if it were a routine weekday for him. You stepped around him, still in shock, to see who the woman was. To your horror, it was Jenny. Jenny who served you food at the grill on your very first day here; Jenny who was always so warm and kind towards you whenever you visited her.

She lay there on the cold ground, decapitated. Her mouth agape in shock, her eyes grey, lifeless, and what looked like scratch marks all over her severed neck and shoulder region. All this, and not an drop of blood was to be seen.

That was odd, to say the least. Judging by the intensity of the attack, there should’ve been a pool of blood right? Unless those freaky legends were all true. It couldn’t be, could it? Body drained completely of blood? What animal does that? Your detective alter ego was hard at work at this point.

“I can escort you home miss. We’ll do an inspection of the woods for any signs of animals. It’s not safe out here.” The officer broke you out of your mental investigation of the scene.

Agreeing, you let the officer walk you home, still in disbelief that you had just witnessed such a terrible yet odd scene. You were in shock.

Placing Bear down once you were inside, you walked in the kitchen, dazed, and got a glass of water. Bear following you closely, sat right at your feet as you leaned on the island counter, and looked up at you concerned.

“I forgive you for waking me up.”

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You woke up that morning with a pounding headache and your hyper puppy dancing around the bed and licking your face.

Stepping under the shower, you recalled last night’s or rather, this morning’s events. The sight of Jenny’s lifeless body without a drop a spilled blood filled your mind with equal amounts of panic and curiosity. Mind immediately jumping to Bucky’s story from the other night.

Bucky! You could talk to him about the incident. You hadn’t spoken to him since the little make out session at his house. Sure not much time had passed, plus you had just witnessed a mysterious death.

Sam’s words echoed in your head at that moment. Creepy town.

After a heavy breakfast, you fed the dog and stepped out heading towards the library. The change in weather was quite evident as the leaves had started to fall and your breath was visible even during the day as well. You were sure you heard leaves crunch a few feet behind you but you didn’t stop to look, in fact you picked up your speed and jogged to the library.

“Ah (Y/N) my dear, how nice to see you again.” Frank’s kind voice came from his desk on your right as you entered the library.

“Good morning Frank. Did you hear about Jenny’s death?” you replied, immediately getting on the subject. You saw him get shifty-eyed for a little before a sympathetic smile donned his aging face.

“Ah yes. Terrible animal attack. You be careful when stepping out at night, my dear.” He replied hurriedly making you wonder if he’s memorized that response.

Not asking any further questions because he said he was busy looking at the logs, you made your way to the usual spot by the window and opened up a dusty copy of Dewsbury Legends & Myths.

You were lost in the book, not noticing a figure approach and sit right across from you, until he cleared his throat.

You looked up to find Loki peering at you intently with a slight smirk adorning his thin lips. As if a hunter would look at its prey who has absolutely no chance of escape.

“Hello love.” His smooth accented velvety voice enveloped your senses with intrigue and trepidation. He was leaning close, a bit too close for your liking. Your body automatically straightened back, going as far as away from the man without getting up.

“Loki. What brings you here?” keeping your tone polite yet unyielding you held his gaze.

“Oh you know me, Frank is a dear friend. And you are too.” He added with a full grin this time. Something about that grin sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to get away from his presence, and yet you couldn’t get yourself to physically stand to leave; as if he had put you under a spell.

“How’s James? Haven’t seen him in a while. You two have gotten quite close it seems.” He interjected your train thoughts, his tone dripping with disdain.

You remained silent. Somehow you knew this wasn’t the end of his queries.

“Sad what happened with Jenny, you must’ve heard. Such a poor thing. Pathetic.” He said, gaze piercing at this point as if trying challenging you to speak the obvious at this point.

Your mouth went dry as your mind grasped the idea of what Loki had just implied. It was him. He did it. He killed her. He had bitten her, drained her body of blood.

Him.

Was he a-?

In flight-or-fight mode you scrambled to gather your things to get the hell away from him, of course he stopped you.

“Come on darling, it is only just getting interesting. I haven’t even told you the best part yet” His calm demeanor frightened you all the more.

“Since you’re so keen on knowing our town history, has James been telling you the real one or the one about Morwenna and Lucas?” Loki said sitting back on the armchair, knowing you wouldn’t run away now. Not until he spills the whole truth anyway.

Your voice came out feeble and shaky as you asked him what he meant by the real story.

“Has James ever mentioned of his deceased sister? My guess is he hasn’t. Well (Y/N), Evelyn was James’s sister who died tragically in the woods.”

“Evelyn was Lucas’s sister.” The words just blurted out without your approval.

“There is no Lucas darling. James made it up. He’s been telling that story for decades.”

Decades?

“You’re lying.”

“Perhaps you should ask him yourself. He should be here any minute, wanting to ‘protect’ you from me.” Loki sneered, leaning forward again. You swore you could see his eyes turn dark.

As if on cue, the library door swung open and Bucky came charging in towards you. Your body felt released from invisible chains as you scrambled to stand up and backed away from the two men.

“(Y/N) I’ve been calling you, why didn’t you pick up? What’s he doing here?” he looked concerned as he scanned you before staring daggers at Loki.

“Nice to see you James. I’ve just been updating our darling (Y/N) on real Dewsbury history.”

Before he could answer, you interjected,

“What happened to your sister?” your voice shaking with fear as you began plotting your escape from the small library. Would it really work? Probably not. Would you still try? Yes.

“Don’t believe a word he says doll, I was worried about you.” Bucky started stepping closer as you moved further away, not knowing who to trust.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Look, let me take you home, we can talk then.” He tried to reason with you as he saw fear in your eyes.

“That’s not an answer either.”

All the while Loki sat back in the armchair, observing the drama unfold. The one that began because of him.

“She died. In the woods.” Bucky finally said, head bowed.

You knew deep down Loki’s words were true, though Bucky’s admission shocked you nonetheless. It was true. The legends, the myths. And you needed to get away from them at once.

You made a run for it as you closely avoided Bucky who could’ve easily stopped you, but didn’t. As you reached the door, his hand interrupted your actions. You didn’t even hear his footsteps follow you.

“Please let me explain.” He pleaded.

“You stay the fuck away from me.” Yelling, you pushed his hand away and opened the door, bolting towards your house.

You kept glancing back as you ran, looking to see if either of them were following you, they didn’t.

“(Y/N) please, I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I was protecting you.”

Of course he was standing right behind you.

Angry tears blurred your vision as you turned to face him, “I think I told you to stay away from me. Leave me alone. Please.”

Bear’s barks filled your ears as you heard him scratching at the front door, to come to your aid. You turned and opened the door, immediately your dog began growling in Bucky’s direction without stepping out of the house. He could probably sense Bucky wasn’t a human.

“(Y/N).” he said as a last attempt to get you to listen.

You of course, slammed the door, locked it shut and sank to the floor, crying.

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helpmegoddamnit · 4 years

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...𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑

I watched her pace around the room, the clack of her heeled boots deafening compared to the sly whispers of those in the jury. She was unsatisfied with her ability to convince these men of the boy’s innocence, her look was a dead giveaway to such a factor.

That was how I knew something interesting was about to happen.

Koseina made her stop by a middle-aged man who sat among the jury, his hair fading to grey and his eyes hard and harsh, as though he had seen the hate of this world at its finest, though I doubted such from his fancy attire.

“…Judging by the sour face you’re making at me, I take it you still believe the boy is guilty,” she guessed, the man shuffling in his chair to adjust his posture as he nodded. “I do,” he replied gruffly, his arms crossed tightly as though the mere action of loosening them would result in his chest cavity falling out. “Right, I see,” she sighed, taking her thick-framed spectacles from her nose and cleaning the lenses, “if it’s not too much trouble, would you mind taking a look through my spectacles?”

Her slender fingers grasped the arms of her glasses as she held them out before herself and the man. He eyes her suspiciously, but took them anyways and held them close enough to his eyes that he could see through the lenses.

“Can you see through them clearly?” She asked, the man shaking his head as he handed them back to her. “No,” he grunted, the woman exhaling a scoff as she took them back and placed them comfortably on her nose once more. “Hm, consider that as what you see when it comes to this case. Your vision is clouded by unmitigated prejudice, you’re an ignorant man with a mind so plagued with bias that you have the inability to see through the lenses of truth. The lenses of justice,” she lectured, turning her back to the man so she wouldn’t have to see how much offense she caused him as her heels began clacking once more, “As dramatic as I make that sound, and as farcical as you may make me out to be, I speak only the truth, I wouldn’t dare even utter an untrue word to anyone in this room.”

She stopped momentarily, her icy stare landing itself on the judge who sat before all of us – above us, as a superior force. After all, he was the one who directed this, though he wasn’t the one who held the young man’s life in his hands. His life was for the jurors to decide.

“I am no falsifier, nor am I lady Justice for that matter. However, I wouldn’t have bothered taking up this job if I didn’t believe in a fair and honest trial, if I didn’t think a boy from the slum’s life was as valuable as my own,” her speech came across as a seethe, as if she had to tell the man as though the statement wasn’t obvious, as if it were normal to join the area of law without a sense of justice.

With a sharp, yet gentle turn, Koseina found herself facing the jury once more. I could tell by the silently fiery look in her eyes that she was preparing for a final blow.

“I look into you twelve men as if you’re making a decision which will determine the fate of our world. I beg of you, see to it that this young man is judged correctly and that he lives a better life than the one he lived prior to this after this is all finished,” she began, pacing toward the set of gentlemen again, “Make certainly sure that you examine the evidence with precision. Do not, allow bias to become a factor in deciding the boy’s fate.” Her pace came to an end in front of the jury, and since she was standing with her side facing the men, she only moved her head to the side so that she could see them in her line of vision. “Prejudicial postulations obscure what is the honorable truth. And as Lady Justice would say if she was more than just a figure of stone…”

This was it. The final blow. It was sure to be like the cat of nine tails, a harsh lash across the back that was sure to leave a red mark and a bruise.

“…And justice for all.”

Clack, clack, clack.

The woman took her seat before the judge once more, her expression as though nothing at all had happened within the walls of this court. Though the way everyone else’s features were contorted in the room told a story far different to what was presented by the cause herself.

God, this woman never ceased to amaze me.

Such passion, such ruthlessness, such sheer and absolute power.

Koseina Saiban Masayoshi. While the woman herself wasn’t of Japanese ethnicity, that was where she was born and raised halfway before she came to live in the UK, where her fair skin, icy blue eyes and white-blonde hair better suit the scenery. Her first two names quite literally translate from the words ‘fair trial’, while her last name is derived from the word Justice. I’m not sure if it was merely a coincidence, or if her parents had her life mapped out before her as she grew from a new maiden to finishing her schooling. But regardless – pardon my French – she was pretty fucking good at her job.

From the moment she began, she had all jurors called onto any case on their knees, begging for forgiveness for the fact that they had let bias and prejudice overcome their senses upon learning the surface factors of cases. I mean, I speak metaphorically, but in all honesty from their looks they might as well have been.

Just then, you as the reader got a peek at what a case that she’s put onto follows. The issue being investigated was that of a boy who was accused of murdering his father, and after being called onto the case and analyzing the evidence with absolute precision, as per usual, she came to the conclusion that he wasn’t, in fact, guilty. Her speeches were always so dramatic, as I assumed was to provoke a sense of realization that felt similar to that of being branded by a blazing hot rod of metal. I say assumed because I didn’t actually know the woman personally. I myself am actually just a journalist, and attending any court case she was called onto was more of my own personal investigation, after having been on the jury for the first time while she was the lawyer of a brittle old man who had been accused of murder. She proved otherwise, and I swear I was on the edge of my seat from the moment she began speaking. How I knew the personal information of hers that I spoke of? Research, I suppose you could say. I translated her name out of pure boredom, and found myself laughing as though I’d cracked an impossible puzzle when I read the results. The fact that she had lived in Japan in the earlier half of her life came from a news article I had read on her, after her first few cases in which all were successful in her favor. And while seen as an idol in my eyes, she was very much seen as a rival – an obstacle – in the eyes of those who worked in the same line of work as her, against her.

I’d imagine that you must be thinking, wow, she must be loaded. You aren’t wrong in such an observation, it’s common knowledge that lawyers can make up to $100,000 a year. But she doesn’t do the job for the money, that much is clear. You probably think I’m lying – that she’s lying, for that matter. Maybe she’s trying to bring out a lovable character in herself with such a lie. I can promise you, she doesn’t give a shit about how other people see her. The only thing that seemed to matter to her was justice for those who could not obtain it through their own means, and whether she was raised like that or it had become an automatic moral on her own whim would remain a mystery to me.

#my writing #random #random writing #metallica #12 angry men #twelve angry men #and justice for all #law #lawyer #writing prompt #original story #aesthetic

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mrsbhandari · 4 years

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Artsy as Fuck - Wrench

Author’s note: HIIIII i decided to post pretty much all of my writing on here, just to make it more accessible!! I hope you like it!!

Word count: 1259

Warnings: none?

Summary: An unexpected customer leads to unexpected tension at the garage

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Thank God that his father was there because if he hadn’t been, Colt would’ve died of dehydration before he actually said anything beyond a typically boring greeting. She stared back at his awkward expression, seeming to weigh the consequences of elaborating on how they know each other versus just staying silent and letting someone else speak first. Teppei Kaneko, ever the nosy father, refused to let her choose for herself.

“Oh, you two know each other? How so?” Teppei raised his eyebrows at his son, assuming that this girl was yet another scorned lover. It was no surprise to him that Colt did attract so many people, but he had to admit that having one partner show up after their singular night of passion was rare. Teppei never believed Colt to be the type to bring anyone home for the holidays. Roze’s mouth opened and closed, but Colt quickly came to her rescue to avoid her having to explain that she just stared at his naked body to draw it.

“That thing I did this morning...it was for an art class. She drew me,” Colt explained, refusing to go into any deeper detail. Teppei seemed to connect the dots of what kind of “drawing” really happened from the uncomfortable tension that settled over the room like a plastic tarp. He smiled to himself and thought about how this entertainment was definitely worth being late to his meeting.

“Ah...I see. Well, Miss Wheeler has problems with the undercarriage of her car...pretty routine. Can I trust you to handle it?”

“Yeah, Pop.” Colt sent a curt nod to his father as the older man stood and left the shop in his perfectly kept antique Aylesbury. Roze remained silent while she followed Colt into the garage, and he only spoke to explain what he was doing to her car and how much it would cost. She sat in a chair in the garage and Colt let a small surprised grunt.

“You don’t have anyone to pick you up? This will take a few hours,” he asked, grabbing his tools while he looked at her. She glanced up from the sketchbook in her lap and regarded him suspiciously.

“I don’t have anything to do today and I need sketching practice, so I figured I could just stay here. That alright?” she said, tone defensive and accusatory. Colt’s eyebrows furrowed and he could feel his temperature rising. Who does she think she is? He questioned himself. I’m just being polite. He grit his teeth.

“Just asking.”

“Well, you don’t need to.”

“Damn, fine!” He rolled under the car to seethe to himself in peace, trying to focus on the work needing to be done on her car. He quickly noticed the problem (something messed up the muffler) and set to work fixing it, fuming while doing so. His internal monologue supplied him with ideas about her that his rage solidified.

Does she not think it’s kind of awkward for me, too? She doesn’t even know me yet she’s judging, he thought, grabbing a socket wrench and gripping it tight enough to turn his knuckles white. All of a sudden, he heard her voice, soft and lilting across the garage. Without rolling back out, Colt stilled his movements and craned his ear to listen.

“Yeah, he’s here!... There’s something wrong with my muffler, I don’t know...No, I didn’t listen...Yeah, it’s white!... I don’t know, I think he could...Crazy, I know!” He figured she must be on a call, but what she was saying made his blood boil. She didn’t even listen when I was explaining her stupid car? “I did feel bad though.” Feel bad? For me? Why? Colt’s eyebrows knit and his eyes narrowed under the car. She was still laughing into the phone so he resolved to just tune her out and fix her car so she could leave him alone. Resuming his efforts on her vehicle, his focus was fueled by his own anger at this girl’s judgment and mockery.

Finally, her problem was fixed and he rolled out to see Roze still in her seat, bent over her sketchbook. “You’re all done,” he spat, venom dripping from his words. She glanced up and shot him a face, questioning but guarded.

“Thanks, Mr. Attitude. You get a wrench stuck up your ass in the last few hours or what?”

“Just pay me an go, Pain-in-my-ass-o,” he said, slightly prideful in his clever pun on Picasso. She looked unimpressed.

“You been sitting on that one for a while, huh?” He rolled his eyes. “Fine.” She took out a wad of bills and counted out her total before putting the rest back in her bag. Colt rolled his eyes again and when he looked back at her, she was holding an envelope out to him. “Thanks.”

Colt took the envelope, ignoring the strange tingly feeling in his fingers when their tips brushed. After glancing at her sketchbook, he remembered her drawing of him in class. “I liked your drawing, by the way.” He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but she still stopped before getting into her car to respond.

“Thank you?” She seemed confused but blushed nonetheless. As much as Colt didn’t like Roze, he had to admit that she was cute when she was flustered. The thought surprised him as she backed out of the garage.

She was gone and he was left alone in the garage to sit with what just happened. As Colt walked up to his room, a flow of thoughts ran through his head to the rhythm of his lone footsteps on the concrete of the hallway. He arrived in his bedroom and shut the door in case any of the other workers came into the garage, relishing the quiet zone of privacy he had created for himself.

The walls were a dark grey complemented by the black curtains covering his window. His bed was pushed into a corner and was framed by the two posters on the wall by it: one of a motorcycle and another of a band he liked. A desk was positioned against the opposite wall and was bare besides the silver computer on it. Sighing, he collapsed onto the bed and looked at the envelope Roze had given him. After opening and shaking it, the contents fluttered down onto the fabric of his comforter. A thick piece of paper folded into the bills of money caught his eye and he briefly forgot about the stacks of green to investigate.

The paper was folded twice, but Roze did it in such a way that the drawing on it wasn’t compromised. A simple pencil sketch depicted the garage and her car with his motorcycle parked a little ways away. Her car was lifted and she had drawn Colt’s body from the waist down sticking out from underneath the vehicle. The background of the garage consisted of the numerous posters Toby insisted on putting up to make the garage less “scary” for customers. Colt’s eyes returned to his drawn figure sticking out from the car and studied the perfect rendering of the folds of his jeans as he worked, the pose forever captured in the graphite. Money officially forgotten, he retrieved some thumbtacks from his desk and used them to add the drawing to his small collection of posters.

He looked at it for a long time before jumping as his phone started to ring. Glancing at the artwork one more time, he answered his phone with a gruff greeting.

#colt choices #colt x mc #colt kaneko #playchoices #choices #choices rod #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fiction #artsy as fuck

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beautcous · 4 years

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Thread 02 (At The Restaurant)

It had been two long weeks since Ezra had last seen her; his brunette with the striking eyes; and he honestly thought that Fate was playing a prank on him. Allowing him to meet Sydney and then…nothing. He didn’t even get her phone number. That was the disappointing part of all this; there was no way for him to contact her. He supposed he could’ve hired a private investigator to find her, but he believed in destiny, so despite not wanting to, he went about his life as if he never met her; all the while his thoughts remained on her. Her sweet smile and sassy retorts kept replaying itself in the back of his mind. His weeks were filled with shoots and different activities that took up most of his time; it was to the point where it was hard for him to catch his breath. He needed a break, so tonight, he decided to give himself one. Going out in his usual attire when he wanted to be inconspicuous, he dressed in a grey t-shirt, blue baseball hat and dark washed jeans. Since it was already dark, he didn’t see the need for him to put on his aviator sunglasses; the cap should be able to conceal his identity. Half an hour after he left his home, he arrived at his favorite restaurant. The establishment was packed with people; his gaze shifted about the vast space where he caught sight of Sydney right away. A smile quickly crept its way to his lips, his hues eating up the vision of her sitting in the dining area. She wasn’t alone however, she was with another woman and the two looked chummy. Questions immediately arose, a brow arching up as he wondered about the identity of the other woman. Were they dating? Judging by the kiss the two shared a few minutes later, it looked like it. Ezra could feel his stomach twisting, bile rising to his throat. His beauty was with someone else, she was spoken for. With his mood suddenly going south, he felt like hiding at home or better yet drowning himself in alcohol. Ezra wasn’t much of a drinker, he wasn’t one of those people who would spend his hard earned money on booze. Tonight felt like an exception however. How could he have been so wrong? What he thought was a sign from the heavens, turned out to be a complete misjudgment. The woman he wanted couldn’t be his other half; not when she was already happy with someone else. Feeling deflated and frankly forlorn, he made a move to leave. Before he could do that, his peripheral vision caught sight of the other woman standing and then making her way to the exit. His hues took in her movements and once she was gone, he directed his attention back at Sydney who was now alone. He had two options here; pretend like he never saw her, or approach. It didn’t take him long at all to make a decision because just seconds later, he found himself standing in front of her, a forced smile spreading across his face for her benefit. “Hi there, it’s been a while.” He greeted her as he took off his hat; revealing himself to her. At this point, he didn’t even care if others recognized him, all that went out the window the moment he decided to talk to her. “How have you been? Tweeting any actors you have a crush on lately?” He added, his tone teasing, though his heart still ached from having to watch her with the other woman.

The two weeks after the halloween festival had flown for Sydney, and thats primarily because the woman did all she could to busy herself, rather to busy her mind. Why? To not think about her run-in with her long-time crush Ezra Meyer, she could still feel her embarrassment linger at being caught by him. Her mind still reeling from the shock that not only had he recognized her but also stood there for the remaining time and flirted with her. Well, she supposed that would be putting it a bit lightly, hitting on her would be the apt description. Just when she thought she had received shocks for the day, he then proceeded to ask for her phone number. The temptation to give it to him had been far too great, because she wanted to continue to talk to him and get to know him. And while yes, he was arrogant and so cocky, there was also something so endearing about him. The need to know him and the pull she felt standing before him had been unlike anything she ever experienced but it also left her more than a bit terrified. She had no business to be thinking about him, she had Lucia, the woman she cared for so much and thought of losing of her wasn’t something Sydney wanted to entertain. She was currently seated next to Lucia at their usual go-to place, her girlfriend currently absorbed in an urgent matter that made itself known. She could see the worry in her features as Lucia began explaining she had to cut their night short and apologized saying she’d make it up to her. Sydney shook off her apologies, letting her know to take care of her business and reached up to give her a kiss just before Lucia disappeared. Sydney was a bit dejected and thought about leaving as well but the food arrived just seconds before Lucia had left and thus she decided to stick back.

Sydney was about to sit back down after bidding her girlfriend goodbye when a male figure presented itself in front of her. Her eyes looking over at the tall frame and while she couldn’t tell who he was thanks to his cap and glasses, it was the voice that resonated with her. It was a voice she’d know anywhere as smooth as honey and one that had her heart hammering. it was then he promptly revealed himself and her emerald hues widened slightly. “Ezra?” Not bothering to keep the shock off her voice either. How the hell did he find her? How long had he been here? Her eyebrows furrowed a bit, but she couldn’t deny that a little part was delighted to see him, as she didn’t think she’d run into him again. Her cheeks flamed a bit as she recalled the hand kiss he’d given her and one that she kept replaying in her mind like some obsessed school-girl that she was a bit disgusted with herself. He was just a boy, albeit a handsome and charming one but still only a boy. She wondered how many times she’d have to repeat that to herself in order to push Ezra out her mind. She realized seconds later that she was just staring at him while he spoke to her, and shook her head snapping out of her trance. “It’s only been two weeks.” She deadpanned, before wincing a bit at his question. “Oh, only about twenty, I’ve been slacking a bit.” She answered with a slight shrug, stating it as if were the most natural thing in the world. “But i’m sure you’d know all about them though.” her gaze was still trained him, “At the risk of sounding presumptuous, did you follow me here? Because there’s no way you could have known I’d be here…” Concern lacing her words when she spoke this time.

Could Ezra actually stand here and pretend like he hadn’t seen the woman of his dreams make out with someone else? Okay, maybe making out was not the appropriate word to use here. They kissed. Still, he didn’t see much of a difference in the act. It still left him feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. He shouldn’t have cared. After all, he was Ezra Meyer. He could have any woman fall for him if he chose to. Except, he didn’t want just anyone. He wanted the brunette with those striking eyes. It didn’t make sense for him to yearn for her this way since he’d never felt for anyone as strongly as he did her, but even if he tried to brush those feelings aside, he couldn’t bring himself to simply pretend as if they didn’t share a strong connection; or at least that was what he felt. He couldn’t be sure of her feelings. Judging by how she had kissed the other woman, she probably didn’t feel anything for him at all. Once again, the urge to drown this helplessness he was feeling with alcohol tugged at him, but since Ezra wasn’t the type of man to give in to such an ardent temptation, he resisted. There was always another solution to his problem, he just hadn’t thought of one yet. Besides, this thing between them was technically started by Sydney herself. If she hadn’t tweeted the she had a crush on him, he would’ve never even known who she was, and the series of events that followed would’ve never come to light. Things always happen for a reason and just because things wasn’t going his way now, it didn’t mean that dark cloud that was currently hovering over him would forever be shadowing him. Rainbow followed behind every storm, he had to believe that this too would have the same conclusion.

The mental pep talk seemed to have calmed his nerves a little; where Ezra then was able to smile at Sydney easily. Hearing her say his name; her voice sounding so unsure, had his heart skip a beat. There was just something in the way that she uttered his name that had him feeling like he had never felt before. She made it sound special somehow, and he liked the warmth that enveloped him when she did that. “The one and only.” He told her with a cocky smirk as he took off his hat, taking a seat in the empty chair across from her. “You’re alone. I guess I’ll join you.” He said, instead of asking if he could sit with her. Perhaps it was rude of him to have done so, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to regret his choice now. Leaning back in his seat, he took her features in; smiling away at her as he did so. God, did she radiate beauty. He was finding it hard to simply sit here and stare at her. Every bone in his body was telling him to do something about the attraction he felt for her. His hues landed on her plump lips and his mind began to veer off course; wondering what it would be like to kiss her. Her remark forced him back to the topic at hand, his lips stretched into a smile right before he answered her. “So you’ve counted the time we’re apart, that’s cute.” Again, he sounded like such a cocky asshole. What was going on with him that he always seemed to sound like a conceited prick whenever they spoke? “Be still my heart, I thought I was special, Sydney. Twenty is a pretty big number.” His hand was on his chest, a smirk lining his lips as he uttered the response. A brow shot up and he tilted his head a little upon hearing her remark. He paused for a moment, hues staying on hers the whole time. When he felt like he was ready to speak up, he leaned forward, inching ever so slowly towards her before he said, “Trust me, beautiful, if I had trailed you, we wouldn’t be here. I’d be seeing you in a location much more private.”

There were quite a few nights when Sydney laid in bed and her mind kept replaying her run-in with the actor. She tried not to read into his flirty comments and those damn compliments that still had heat rising to her cheeks each time she thought about them. Or that soft kiss he placed on her hand which caused such an intense fluttering sensation in her belly and the tingling that shot up her arm. Even now as she thought about the way his hand gently brushed against her cheek and that hand kiss, her skin tingled as if it vividly remembered exactly what his lips felt like against her skin. What was even more distorting was the strange yearning that came in the days that followed. Every time she was in a public place it was like she expected him to appear in front of her because there was a part of her that yearned to see him once more. Especially, when he’d given her the parting words of seeing her again soon, that had Sydney wonder when ‘soon’ would be. But as those pleasant thoughts drifted in her mind, guilt immediately followed afterwards because what right did she have to be thinking about someone when she was already spoken for? It was what stopped Sydney from taking any delight in her meeting with Ezra, the emotions she had felt during her run-in with him were not things she was supposed to be feeling for anyone. Even if it was for the man she’d been admiring for so long, at the end of the day they were from two very different worlds.

As she faced the very man who sent her heart into a frenzy, she could feel her throat close up a bit. She hadn’t been prepared to see him in the slightest not when their previous interaction was still fresh in her mind much to her annoyance. It was so god damn frustrating that she wished she never sent that tweet and that she never ran into him, but moreover, she wished he hadn’t flirted with her or complimented her. Sydney was much better off not meeting him and just admiring him from afar because then she wouldn’t be in this predicament. Then she she his rather cocky familiar smirk appear and she raised a brow, hoping that arrogant attitude of his would put a damper on his charm enough for her to keep her head straight. Then to her shock, he took the seat across from her and Sydney watched in mild shock at his nerve to just invite himself to her table. What was so infuriating was Sydney had yet to utter a protest in return, as she slowly realized a part of her wanted to have this time with him. The brunette tried to convince herself, she wasn’t doing anything wrong by speaking to someone. “You have a lot of nerve. Hmm, it appears you are not the gentlemen you claim to be, they would at least asked. What if I don’t want you to join?” She finally spoke, once her mind was able to form coherent sentences and her sass returned to her. How long her wits would remain with her, she didn’t know especially since the way he leisurely stared at her with those piercing brown eyes of his like he had at the beach. There was something in the way he was watching her that made her feel as if she were being scrutinized that her nerves were beginning to rise.

Still, she didn’t want to appear nervous or anything around him, she’d already felt as if she’d shown too much and the last thing she wanted was for Ezra to her dilemma. It was his next arrogant comment that had her mouth part in surprise, but of course he would catch onto such a minuscule detail. “Your impossible, you would let that get to your heard. Aren’t you a busy man, surely you have better things to think about than that?” She asked quirking an eyebrow at him and she wondered how well she was doing to mask her annoyance. Whether that was because of his arrogance or because she was liking it far too much. She watched him as she let her concern linger, truly wondering if he had followed her or somehow tracked her down here. She didn’t know whether to be concerned or flattered which only added to her frustration. Then he leaned over abruptly, all but forcing her to hold his gaze when he finally spoke and those words made her heart skip a beat. Her breath catching in throat and she swallowed slightly fight to keep the her cheeks from heating. “I don’t know if I believe you…you just happen to show up here on the same night I am by accident?” She challenged, but truthfully she really didn’t know but she had to admit Ezra was smooth with his responses. She shook her head, “Just so you know, you would not be getting me anywhere alone with you.” Not sure why she had a need to say that, whether it was for him or her, she didn’t know.

If there was one thing Ezra did well other than acting, it would be charming women. He’d done that ever since he was a young boy. It wasn’t like he woke up one day and told himself that he was going to make a woman melt before him. No, of course not. It was just came easily to him. Plus, his mom did always say that his innocent boyish good looks would bring him far someday. He never did believe it until years later when he was standing in a room of screaming women at Comic-con. That was on revelation that truly opened his eyes to what he was capable of doing. Despite knowing the power he held, he still made sure that he was down to earth. It wasn’t exactly hard since he preferred keeping a low profile anyway. Things weren’t as simple with Sydney however. He felt like he had to work for her attention, and to top it off, finding out that she was with somebody made the task even more challenging. Suddenly, the image of the two women locking lips replayed itself, making his stomach drop. He couldn’t keep doing this, torturing himself over something that was beyond his control. For now, he had to trust that things would work out in his favor. A huge part of him still believed that there was a reason she was thrust into his life, and he was starting to think that she might truly be his other half. There was no other reasonable explanation behind his draw to her. No other woman could compare to her. When he gazed into her dark irises, he felt like he was drowning in everything that was Sydney. His heart would race in his chest; the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss those plump lips of hers was so strong that he would have to force himself to look away. He’d never had these kinds of urges with any other woman, Sydney seems to be the only one who could evoke such a strong reaction out of him. There had to be a reason why, and he would venture to guess that it was because she was his soulmate.

“Ahh… But you’re here all alone. It would be such a tragedy for someone so beautiful to be sitting in such a nice restaurant alone.” Charm oozed out of the statement, an easy smile stretching on his lips for her. Ezra kept his hues on Sydney’s his head tilting a little before he spoke to her once more. “Do you really want me to leave, Sydney? I could if you really want me to, but I have a suspicion that’s not what you want.” Since he was already in too deep now, he didn’t see the point in backing off. Maybe staying put and doing nothing was not the best solution for him. Persistence might be the key to winning her over. If only he could get just one kiss from her… His gaze then trailed down to her lips, his irises growing even darker as desire sets in. Before he could get too carried away, he shifted his attention back to her beautiful face. “Did I? I don’t think I did. You were the one who counted the time we were apart, not me.” That was a lie, of course he did. He knew exactly how long they’ve been apart. It was torture really; for him to lay awake at night, wondering about her. What she was up to, and if she was thinking about him too. To the average person, he looked like a love sick fool, and maybe he was. He couldn’t help himself; the yearning had been there ever since he saw her pretty face on Twitter. Meeting her perpetuated his adoration for her. Pathetic. That was the perfect word to sum up what he was when it came to her. “A busy man deserves a break too, no? You’re hurting my pride here. Twenty tweets… I thought I was special…” He returned, the cocky smile still easily playing across his features. Her reaction to him had him wondering if she might be as affected as he was. She looked stunned and was that a hint of blush on her cheeks? “I believe in Destiny, maybe this chance meeting is Destiny’s way of telling us that we should do something about all this accidental meetings.” He knew he shouldn’t have done it, his brain was telling him not to, yet his body reacted differently. Reaching for her hand, he took it in his and ran his thumb over her smooth skin. “The question here is; what are we going to do about it?” Ezra was more than sure that his hues were the color of the night sky now as he took her in, desire clearly present before her very eyes. “Never say never, Sydney. You never know what might happen in the future.”

“That line sounds very rehearsed.” Came her pert reply. Sydney would be lying if she said she didn’t want to know what it was that had Ezra so persistent with her. The man could have anyone he wanted and while she didn’t know him so well, he didn’t strike her as the type to waste his time after someone who just essentially had rejected him. For gods sake, she’d refused to him her number, so Sydney was sure he’d just have forgotten about her already. But as she sat across from him, despite her shock shocked at his nerve to invited himself to her table, she couldn’t help the thrill that passed through her at having his undivided attention. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Ezra stared at her as if she were the only thing that matter and the only thing that held his attention. Oh, this man was as smooth and charming as they came, and Sydney knew even a prior warning would not be enough to resist his charms. However, she was equally as stubborn and as determined as they came. But when his eyes trailed down to her lips, she could feel her heart skip a beat but she forced her gaze to stay on his rather than his lips. “That’s awfully presumptuous of you, even if I asked you to leave, you wouldn’t, Ezra. I know that much by now.” The brunette countered back, but she couldn’t deny she wanted him here. She could have stood up and easily walked away but her body remained glued to chair because she was so intrigued and it annoyed her.

She watched him furrowed eyebrows and with a look of utter disbelief. “I was not counting them!” The words sounding a bit more forceful than she wanted before she winced. “You’re pride will be fine, you have millions of gorgeous woman to fix that for you.” She quipped, but was stunned yet again not silence at his utter of the word Destiny. No words left her parted lips and then she felt him take her hand in his, and as last time she felt sparks run up her arm. Goosebumps rising along her skin and her heart once more took off racing. Her body screamed to snatch her hand back but between his thumb stroking her skin and his piercing hot gaze on her left her too frozen to react. She cursed her traitorous body, especially when his eyes just seemed to darken as the seconds went by. The look in his eyes enough to send shivers down her spine, that she found herself momentarily caught up in the spell before a clanking of a plate snapped her out. Gently tugging on her hand in an attempt to pull it free, not because she didn’t like it but because it felt far too good. “We’re not doing anything about it, Ezra. I’m with someone, I trust you can at least respect that and not do all…this?” gesturing to the her hand that he held. “You’re far too arrogant for your own good. It won’t happen, ever.” She told him firmly, “I like you as a person and I’d like us to be friends but I’m sorry, that’s all I can be to you.”

“Why would you say that? Do I not look genuine to you?” Ezra asked, his hues boring in hers. He didn’t have to rehearse any lines, not when the words came so easily to him. It all poured right from his very soul. Sure, it might sound cheesy to some and perhaps it was the same for Sydney as well. Despite that, he couldn’t say that he regretted it. This thing he felt for her was far stronger than simple infatuation. There was a pull that he couldn’t even begin to understand, and he had no way of resisting the magnetism he felt for her. “That’s a very fair observation.” He cocked his head to the side and offered her a lopsided smile. “But you don’t want me to leave. So I’ve made my point. Besides, I think you’re a little intrigued by my persistence.” He added challengingly. To be fair, he wouldn’t have left even if she asked him to. She’d been on his mind for the past two weeks, how could anyone expect him to leave her be now? Although he was still bothered over the fact that he had to watch her kiss another woman, he simply couldn’t bring himself to leave. “Okay, Sydney, I believe that you didn’t.” He raised a brow at her after making the remark. If she felt even a smidge of the draw he felt for her, he was more than sure that she had been counting the days since they last saw each other. “Although, I did… I can give you the exact time we’ve been apart, if you want…” She might find it creepy, and want nothing to do with him after that, but he couldn’t say that he regretted saying those words. He did think about her, every moment that he had to himself, he wondered want she was up to. The sad part in all this was, it made himself wonder, if she ever thought about him in the same capacity. He doubted that was the case. He couldn’t say he faulted her for not doing so.

“You keep insisting that I have a hoard of women pining over me, and yet, you keep rejecting me when I already know how you feel about me.” Ezra leaned in once more, his eyes taking in her beauty, an easy smile flashed for her benefit. “Is it hard for you to keep away from me? Because it seems like your heart is telling you one thing and your head is tugging you in another direction.” That was exactly how he felt too; knowing that he shouldn’t pursue her, but needing to be close at the same time. The whole situation was enough to drive him crazy. Feeling her soft skin grazing along as he swept his thumb over it, sent a sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before to sweep through him. He wanted more of it, and wondered what it would feel like to feel her naked skin against his, their bodies moving together like poetry in motion. He couldn’t think about that right now. Nope. Her confession about the other woman being someone special in his life, made his heart clench. The urge to drink away his sorrow burning within him, but even then he couldn’t simply walk away, not when he still believed that she was meant to be something more to him. He was tempted not to let her hand go as she tugged at it, but he did it anyway, not wanting a scene. “I will not pursue you,” he took a momentary pause, letting out a breath before continuing in a nonchalant tone, “for now… But let’s not talk about this anymore, hmm? Let’s just enjoy being in each other’s company and catch up.”

He waved at the waiter then, urging him over and ending the conversation that they were having for the time being. For the few hours, they caught up, finding out about each other and generally having a good time. It wasn’t until one of the staff told them that the restaurant was closing that they finally left the establishment. He walked her to her car, all the while not wanting to leave her side, yet knowing that he really didn’t have a choice. “Well, this is it…” He said, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket as he gazed upon the beautiful woman before him. Despite knowing that he shouldn’t try to make further contact with her, he found himself blurting out the question, “Would it be okay for me to get your number now?” This time, all of his charm and cockiness was gone. He simply looked at her with a pleading look, probably looking pathetic as hell. God, how was she able to reduce him to this state, he didn’t know, but if he had to look like a fool to be in her life, then that was the sacrifice he would simply have to make. He rocked on the balls of his feet while he waited for her response. Thankfully, by some utter miracle, she relented and gave him her phone number. He wasn’t going to push his luck and said, “Thank you. I promise I won’t bother you…too much. Have a good night, Syd.” He smiled at her one last time, turned around and headed over to his car; all the while whistling as he drove himself home.

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Between life and death| Ethan Ramsey x MC(Taylor Smith) chapter 5

Author’s note: Hey all. I was busy these days and I didn’t had much time because 11th graders had to prepare an event to 12th graders so... yeah. Anyways I am back with chapter 5 of “Slow, but sweet romance”. If you guys want to check out old chapters, I will link it down below over warnings ect. I’ve written a poem for this chapter and decided to include it here. Hope you guys would enjoy it. Further ado lets get into chapter 5

Warning: Murder, angst, bad writing as always.

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Chapters: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

Morning at Ethan’s apartment

I know this dream means something... Taylor becomes more anxious when she thinks of the dream she had this night. Latest nightmare she ever had was when she was 5th grader about evil clowns, but it didn’t meant anything. This dream is different from other dreams, she knew that Landry is jealous of her being with Ethan. Landry is winning so far in her case with Mrs. Martinez family, but thoughts of Ethan gives her strength to face a judge and other people at courthouse. Knowing that Landry will come for her soon, she decided to write a poem from her heart to Ethan as farewell , in case she would have to face the end of her path in life. Apparently, guestroom has a desk with many paper sheets on the table and pencil case with many pens in it. Without wasting any time, she got off her bed, rushed to desk, took a sheet of paper, a pen and wrote draft of her poem and a letter to him.

Ethan,

I have some many things to say to you before my end of path in this word. So... I am grateful that we met in Edenbrook hospital. Remember when one woman fell down and she didn’t breathe? Glad we both met each other that day and saved woman’s life together. At first I thought you was an asshole, but I got so wrong on many levels. During Dolores’s case and rescue of her toy’s I got to know you better. That’s when I started to fall in love with you. All those moments together we shared made me fall harder and harder on you. Besides painful moment in Miami, glad we shared first kiss between us. I really cherish that moment and that kiss. When you left Edenbrook hospital, I became heartbroken. It felt like whole skies were crashing down on me. It was really painful to see you go. Your lessons and principles inspired me to become a doctor and I became one. I am grateful for that and for you acknowledging me as potential intern. Thank you for accepting me into the hospital and being with me. Let me tell you something, my real name is Taylor Skywynne Smith. My father’s name is Liam Smith and mother’s name is Skywynne Smith. They are best surgeons in the world and they won Noble prices in discovering many surgical techniques. If I die today, promise me that you won't grief over me and focus on patients. Don’t destroy yourself over intern like me. I’ve a poem written in the next side of this letter and it’s from my heart. I will always love you, even in afterlife ,you won’t be forgotten. Love, Taylor.’

In the other side of paper, she concentrated into poem and what words to use. After some minutes she got some ideas and brainstormed them.

Mountains are high,

Surrounded by yellow and grey skies,

A lone linden tree started to bloom,

Lovers are sitting under the linden tree,

Sharing love and overcoming many fears and tears,

Until death separates them apart.

Kingdoms were burning down,

Dynasty between them got broken down.

Queen got stabbed by friend of hers in front of her king,

King lost his queen and grieved until his demise,

He passed Styx river and reunited with his love in afterlife.

Finishing writing she putted a letter inside envelope and putted it safely in purse. After breakfast and quiet ride, she sneaked into Ethan’s office and putted it in one of his desk’s drawers . Quietly she closed the door and sneaked away to do her rounds.

Present

“Hello... Taylor” Dark figure’s voice was cold and emotionless. Taylor turned her head to see who the attacker was, but couldn’t make his face. Her colours drained from her face, frightened. She knew that she had to accept her fate, so she took a deep breath and looked straight into figure’s eyes.

“ It’s you, Landry.” Landry chuckled at her answer and leaned into her ear and whispered while holding his knife close to her neck.

“ I knew you would figure out, but there are some mistakes in your answer” He putted his knife a bit deeper in her neck, but not enough to make her bleed. Taylor swallowed a bit louder out of little pain.

“Like what?” Taylor’s voice raised. Thank lord her doors and walls aren’t soundproof so Ethan could hear normal, even a bit loud sounds. Ethan heard a little louder tone of Taylor's voice outside the room, so opened the door and saw dark figure holding a knife close to his love of his life’s neck. He gulped and took a step closer to her attacker’s direction, but attacker took a step back.

“ Ah, Dr. Ramsey... Want to join a knife party here?” Landry holded a knife a bit tighter than he was holding moments ago. He chuckled devilishly “What do you think, Taylor? Should Dr. Ramsey join our little knife party here?” Landry’s voice was even colder than before and excited for him to join here and witness this. Ethan raised his hands above his head in surrender and standed still. Ethan’s face whitened witnessing this. He took a deep breath and looked into Landry’s eyes.

“ Dr. Olsen, let’s make a deal. Say what you want, I will do whatever you want, just...let her go, please?” Ethan’s voice became almost a whisper. Landry thought about his offer for a minute while holding a knife close to Taylor’s neck. Taylor watched at Ethan with fear in her eyes. She feared that Ethan would be killed as well. Landry a bit loosened a grip in his knife and backed a bit from her neck, but didn’t pulled his knife completely away.

“ Tempting offer, Ramsey, but... I am not Dr. Olsen once I was anymore... I am nobody...” Ethan took another step to his direction. Landry didn’t back away with Taylor. Hearing entrance door sound to roommate’s apartment, Landry assumed that other interns came back home, so Landry thrusted knife in Taylor’s neck until she started to bleed. Taylor screamed and fell into the ground. Ethan ran into Landry, punched him into the face and kicked him into his balls. Landry fell into the ground and groaning out of pain. Interns rushed into Taylor’s room and they were shocked at the view.

“ Call 991 instantly or you all fired!” Ethan ordered other interns. Sienna pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialled 991. Jackie and Ethan holded Landry down at ground while Elijah wheeled to Taylor’s unconscious body to check her pulse.

“ Dr. Ramsey, her pulse is weak and she is loosing blood.” Ethan, while holding Landry down, he looked at Taylor’s body and tears formed in his eyes. Sienna entered Taylor’s room and looked into interns and Ethan.

“Paramedics are coming.” Sienna informed other interns.

“ Thank you, Dr. Trinh.” Ethan nodded and kept pinning Landry down to the ground. Couple of minutes later paramedics came into apartment and checked on Taylor.

“ We need to take her as soon as possible to the hospital.” Paramedics putted her body into stretcher and took her to Edenbrook hospital. Ethan wanted to go with her, but he had to deal with Landry first. He ordered Sienna to call the cops and tell about situation. Couple of minutes later cops came into the apartment and took Landry away to the custody. Ethan told a whole story of what happened to detective Jason Shaw. Jason thanked Ethan for whole story and he promised that he will investigate on case with Landry, but he needed Taylor to tell her side of story. Jason left the apartment and Ethan rushed to his car. One of paramedics said that they are heading to Edenbrook, so he went to Edenbrook hospital to check on her. When Ethan arrived to the hospital, he found Harper and told her whole story of what happened. Dr. Emery couldn’t believe of all of this so she made a promise that she will try to save her.

“ Ethan, I will do whatever we can to save her. From the look of your eyes, she means a lot to you.” Ethan slowly nodded, in his eyes tears became visible.

“ Yes, Harper... she means a life to me.” He started to sob. Harper hugged him tightly to comfort him. After couple of minutes she paged best surgeons in this hospital to work on this case and went into O.R room. Ethan felt anxious for many hours, he walked around nervously. His rookie was between life and death now. He hoped that she will make it and will live in this world together with him, while other side thought that he lost her. While walking around the hospital to take his mind off, he came across Nurses station. His tears in his eyes formed seeing empty Nurses station. He usually encountered Taylor there and when Taylor turned to see into his eyes, she smiled at him. He missed her heart warming smile and her angelic, soft voice. He came back to his office and spend the rest of his shift there. He noticed that one of his drawers wasn’t closed enough. To his surprise he found an envelope at the top of his papers. He opened envelope and seeing familiar writing, his tears formed in his eyes. It’s Taylor’s. Minutes later after reading her letter, he putted letter in the corner of his desk and started to cry uncontrollably. Harper softly knocked the door and came to Ethan’s office. She slowly walked to his side and putted comforting hand on his shoulder. Ethan slowly rised his head and turned his head to see Harper. His eyes were red and tears were visible.

“ Ethan... We did everything we could... She is in room 705, close to your office. You can check on her, if you want. It’s a fight between life and death, Ethan. We will see tomorrow for more results...” Ethan was a bit relieved, but a part of him still worried. He nodded and stood up. Harper left his office and Ethan instantly rushed to Taylor’s hospital room. When he entered the room, he felt numb and felt down on his knees on the floor and started to cry.

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc

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honestlyconkus · 6 years

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Don’t apologize for the angst anon I live to make everyone and myself suffer :’)

It was supposed to be a simple search and seizure.

He was supposed to get in, find evidence, then get out.

When he walked inside the building, something was amiss. There were no signs of the supposed “criminal activity” the lead claimed. Only the few footprints of someone that had been here approximately a few hours ago.

As he knelt down, a sudden realization dawned on him. He barely had time to finish his scans before his audio processors identified the ticking sound. “EVERYONE GET OUT!” He ordered, running frantically towards the bomb before it was too late.

The last thing he heard was his own sigh of relief, when thermal scans showed no more signs of human activity. He threw the package beneath an old mattress and turned to run, heat blooming near his side.

He woke up, feeling wrong.

Hank’s face was above him, cradling his head in his lap. Everything seemed out of focus and pixelated at the same time, as if his optical units were damaged.

“It’s alright Connor. You’re gonna be fine.” Even Hank’s voice seemed jagged, cutting through his systems with high pitched squeals instead of his usual baritone.

Connor nodded, resolute. He didn’t know if Hank noticed, but he was missing the lower part of his right leg and a right hand. Warning signs were telling him that, blaring harsh red against the blur. Maybe Hank didn't want him to say anything. Hank always said Connor tended to say stupid shit, with his usual grimace.

This time Hank's face was softened, almost worried, as he held Connor.

The android went with, “Okay, Hank.” instead as a response, his voice sounding much more mechanical than normal.

His vision went dark a few moments later, and Hank’s frantic blue eyes were the last thing he saw against the background of smoky grey.

Something had happened.

The dreadful feeling began at the bottom of Markus’ synthetic heart, just before the phone call.

Connor was out investigating. He told Markus on the way to the compound about the lead. He was quite excited, if Markus remembered the joyous tones spilling through his mind as they spoke in their network. The feeling was contagious, Markus smiling as he painted his portrait with ease. Connor was describing how the clues made sense, how relieved the android was at having made progress, and how he hoped he'd be able to visit soon after the investigation.

Work prevented both of them to spend time together.

A few hours later, the RK200 received a call from the Lieutenant. Hank's voice was rough when he picked up; it barely made it past his name before Markus hung up and bolted out of his adoptive father's mansion, painting abandoned. The traffic made Markus' synthetic heart beat twice as fast than normal, a symptom of anxiety.

And the feeling grew.

Here he was now, running to Connor's side, hoping and praying to whatever entities above him could spare Connor.

He slammed through the door, name already spilling past his lips. "CONNOR!"

Instead he was greeted with Jericho; North, Simon, and Josh were all sitting in the living room, the atmosphere grim. They all stood up when Markus shoved himself in, looking worried. He took a step back, confused.

The feeling was pushing against his plastic walls, begging to be free.

“Where's Connor?”

“He’s fine,” North answered immediately, raising her hands in a soothing motion as she approached him. The other 2 did the same, carefully closing him in. “He’s stable for now. Hank needed our help with his condition.”

“You need to calm down before you can see him,” Simon hushed, placing a gentle hand on Markus. The android flinched but didn't smack him away. “You'll get yourself into more trouble than you need to be.”

Markus’ hands made tight fists, wanting to shove them all apart because they were in his way. But he also knew they were right; hurting himself in the process of seeing Connor would help no one.

“Why are you guys here before me?”

“We wanted Connor to be stable before you saw him,” Josh said. The Lieutenant stepped into the room and the 2 made eye contact with each other; Hank nodding as assent to what he would say next. “We figured you wouldn't do as well if you saw him before.”

Markus didn't care. He wanted to see him now.“Let me see him then.”

The 3 exchanged looks, before looking towards Hank for approval. He gave them all a once over before stepping aside, allowing Markus past. The Lieutenant followed him, keeping a careful eye.

The android was lying on the bed, covered in bandages but alive.

Alive.

Hank had brought him to his home, and had already ordered the parts needed to repair Connor. The detective would be damned if he allowed Cyberlife’s claws around his android again. He contacted Kamski and just asked for the parts, nothing more.

Kamski promised he’d send only send Chloe; she can help him put himself back together, if he so wishes.

In the meanwhile, Hank had asked Jericho what to do in situations such this. They told him to close up his wounds, and supply him with thirium if he felt weak. The android’s helped stop the bleeding, assisting in whatever Hank couldn't bring himself to do.

He called Markus once Connor was in a stable condition, taking their word of advice against calling him earlier for fear of self-destruction.

At the sound of commotion Connor opened his eyes, stunned at his surroundings. They weren’t at the bomb site anymore. He also was feeling much better than before. The material beneath him was soft, unlike the cold concrete he was previously lying on. Something covered his lower body, something else soft, and it made him warm. He glanced around feeling tightness near his arm, leg, and across his body. Bandages?

He looked across the room and spotted a familiar figure. Everything was still a bit blurred at the edges, but he could see much better than before.

“Markus!”

Markus nearly collapsed in relief, wobbling forward on unsteady feet.

Connor is alive.

“I’ll leave the 2 of you to get settled.” Hank said, turning around and leaving the room. He had a feeling they needed to talk, alone. There was something in Markus’ demeanor that made Hank feel like he was intruding on something private. He joined Jericho outside.

The door closed shut behind the Lieutenant and Markus snapped, his eyes blazing along Connor’s broken figure. Everything that had been building up, from the moment he received the phone call, to the dash to Hank’s house, burst free. The overwhelming emotions, scattered feelings whirling across his mind that the possibility of Connor, his friend,

being gone,

being terminated, was too much to bear.

His voice was hard now, intense.

There was a pain in them that Connor hadn’t recognized in a long time.

Not since the revolution.

“What happened, Connor?”

"I can explain-" Connor held up a hand- or what was left of it. There was a stump where his hand was supposed to be. It was covered in bandages, stained blue. "Markus please don't be worried, I'll be repaired in a few weeks time-"

"Don't be worried?" Markus' stress levels rose by 40%, making Connor's own levels rise by 10%. His LED bleeped yellow, watching warily as Markus walked closer. The RK200 was agitated. "I have a right to be worried! You're one of my best friends and I get a call that you nearly blew yourself up. What do you mean I shouldn't be worried?!"

Connor had never seen him unhinged before. He admitted he felt a little afraid of Markus in that moments; there was a hidden fury deep within those tranquil metal bones, a fire in Markus’ circuits that rarely saw the light of day. He was furious. The expression in the blue and green eyes alone was enough to take down an army of RK800 models.

"It was an accident!" Connor interjected, trying his best to pacify Markus in the case he might self destruct on accident. That wouldn't be the best outcome of this scenario. "The case lead was a dud, it was a trap they made against me.”

“Who?”

Connor shrugged, watching as Markus paced around the room. His stress level was at 65%. “Antidroid humans, maybe? I’m not completely sure. They wanted to terminate me though, judging from the capacity and the power of that bomb. Hank told me no one got hurt, and I did my job.”

Markus stopped walking, turned and gave Connor a look. His voice was shaky as he said,”You did your job but at what cost?”

“You could’ve died, Connor.” There was something about the way Markus said it that made Connor falter, just a little in his justifications.

The RK800 sat up, trying to remain proud even when his stump of an arm made it difficult for him to do so. “It’s a cost I’m willing to take. Lives were at stake-”

“And so was yours Connor.” Markus shot back, walking forward and pointing at him in frustration. “You don’t get to decide if your life is worth less than a humans. No one does. We're not machines anymore. And yet you still went back, running after the bomb; God were you even aware of your chances of surviving?”

The brunet couldn’t speaking, afraid he would further disappoint the dark skinned man by admitting in that moment, he really didn't care.

There was a pause and suddenly Markus stopped. It was like he visibly deflated, the anger a past memory. The RK200 sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting beside the bed. He reached out and grasped Connor’s stump, running his thumb over it ruefully. A silence fell upon them like a suffocating blanket, neither one willing to break the spell. Markus wasn’t looking at him.

When Connor reached out with a hesitant left hand, a soft, “Markus?” the android finally glanced at him.

His face seemed old and weathered, despite android’s never aging. His expression reminded Connor of the gazes of retired police officers and war-worn veterans; battles fought long ago, but still reliving their nightmares. Eyes that have seen too much, and couldnt't bury the memories away.

“I… I need you, Connor. I need you here, in my life, and present-”

“But I am Markus. I don’t understand-”

“I mean here, with me.”

Connor’s honey brown eyes were flickering between Markus’, confused and attempting to understand something beyond his comprehension. He was here, physically, but it wasn’t what the android implicated.

Markus couldn’t help but crack a smile at Connor’s inability to process what he meant. He was still learning, after all. “When Hank called me, do you know what I did?”

Connor settled for staring at the thumb going across his bandaged right hand. The touch felt pleasant against his circuits. “No. What did you do?”

“I ran. I ran outside my house, to a taxi. When the taxi took too long, I ran off and came here, as fast as my legs could carry me. I ran until I felt like my thirium pump would burst from the exertion.”

Markus took Connor’s bandaged hand and placed a delicate kiss against it, his voice softening ever so gently.

“I ran here, because I didn’t know if our conversation earlier would be the last time we spoke. I ran here, because I didn’t know if I would see you again.” When Markus looked up, tears began to fall. Connor's synthetic heart beat faster in his chest, the urge to smooth his tears away pounding in his system.

“I ran here, because I didn’t want to lose you.”

Words could only say so much. He needed to show it; wanted Connor to know how he really felt, in all of his entirety.

Markus turned, intertwining his hands with Connor’s only hand, pulling back synthetic skin to reveal ivory plastic and glowing lights. Connor complied, matching with him and watching in wonder as he felt memories begin to pour into his hard drive. They weren’t his, he could tell because he saw himself from someone else’s point of view but.

He stared, in amazement, as Markus began to show him how he felt.

The joy as they spent time together, filling his stomach with laughing pains as they shared their inside jokes. The content, as they drank coffee together, the loosening of his shoulders as they de-stressed from their busy lives. The aching in his heart, as Connor saw through Markus’ eyes the yearning for something more.

The panic in his sensors when he picked up that phone call, blood rushing through his body. The tremor of fear as he waited inside the taxi, deciding to ditch the transportation altogether and running. Markus’ voice, conducting a staccato beat in his head as he thought, Not Connor Not Connor Not Connor Not Connor Not Connor Not Connor

Anyone but Connor.

The earth shattering relief, when Markus opened the door and he saw Connor, alive and well, LED whirring and looking disheveled.

Connor couldn’t do much more than stare in bewilderment at their hands. There was something stronger, an emotion much more powerful beneath all the layers that Markus had shown him. That feeling was what connected these memories together. The feeling was-

“Love,” Markus supplied for him, staring at their hands as well. He was smiling again, but it didn’t contain the pained sadness from earlier. It was… fond. Adoration. “I said you were my best friend, but you’re so much more than that. Over the past few months I’d grown to love you, and each passing day that you go to the precinct frightened me more and more.”

“I was always afraid for something like this to happen, that I even tried preparing myself by constructing the worst case scenarios for me so I could act accordingly.”

Connor was curious. “Did it work?”

Markus shook his head, staring at Connor from the corner of his eyes. “No. This hurt much more than I thought it would. The idea of losing you, after all we’ve been through and I never being able to tell you how I truly felt, hurt more than all the constructed scenarios in the world.”

The silence was back, but with a different intensity. They were still holding hands, though this time it was Connor rubbing his thumb gently back and forth across the expanse of skin. He figured Markus would appreciate it. Meanwhile his mind raced at all the possibilities of their future. Every outcome, every statistic, mapped inside his coding, could show him the way of handling it. Like Markus, he could construct what to do next and act accordingly to his desire.

However, none of the possibilities had any statistic for what he decided to do next.

He let go of Markus’ hand for a moment to reach for his cheek, pressing against the skin there and smiling.

“Although I… don't quite understand, what I'm feeling, I do believe it's similar. Familiar, if you will.”

Markus leaned closer, curious to this turn of events. They were eye to eye and Connor was breathless. He wanted to map out every freckle on Markus’ skin, the urge similar to how Markus saw Connor. How Markus wanted to memorize every little mole on Connor's face.

The fact that tonight he might’ve never had the chance to admit that was

“The thought of losing you as well, Markus, is a pain I am unwilling to feel.” He shook his head, feeling ashamed of himself for being so stupid. “I deeply apologize for inflicting such a thing upon you.”

Markus pressed his hand against the one on his cheek, moving forward and pressing his forehead against Connor's. “I accept your apology Connor. It's how we know it's real.”

“Just promise me I won't lose you. Promise me you'll be more careful.” Markus whispered, feeling Connor's breath against his lips. He needed to hear Connor say it, so that a time like this wouldn't feel like his world had nearly ended.

“I promise,” Connor said, leaning forward to close the distance between.

They always end up kissing passionately lmao Idk (/^\) but Hey! This is my first prompt fic I’m uploading from my dorm, so expect a few more as I adjust :)) Thank you for your patience! Sorry I keep repeating myself lol

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my-dark-words · 6 years

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Choose Your Mistakes 18y

Part something of the interactive fanfiction, Choose Your Mistakes. Please check the FAQ and the Setting Info if you have questions, and be sure to make your choice below.

You chose to ask about Malady

"So, what happened to Malady?" you asked. Anti shrugged. "I gave her a g͟if̢t," Anti purred, a sound heavy in static that didn't sound biological at all. "She's such an empty thing now, easy to fill up. The fear would tear her apart eventually, but that wouldn't be such a bad thing about now. A mercy, maybe." You thought back to the glowing energy she'd been filled with, her voice cracking like Anti's static. Would Dark help her? Was that the only reason he hadn't already come chasing after you? "I meant before," you clarified as Anti took another swig from the bottle. "She was human, right?" "Once," Anti chuckled without mirth, "More than most." His features contorted to a snarl as he kicked over a chair. "He keeps the doc as a mockery of herself, now." You took a step towards the exit, not as subtle as you’d hoped. “Stay for a drink, Doll,” Anti growled a warning against taking any further steps. “I gotta go. There’s an angry dude in a suit bound to come through that door any moment, and I need to get home for dinner or I’ll be late.” It was a rambling, weak excuse. Anti and his knife had no reason to care about your waiting dinner. “Oh, Doll, you’re already as late as you’ll ever be.” The sheer mirth in his tone made you hesitate. “Are you trying to tell me I’m already dead?” you demanded. Anti snickered. “Practically. When I said you’d be running for the rest of your life,” Anti pointed at you with the bottle, “I meant a sprint, not a marathon.” You frowned. You didn’t feel dead, but the knife wedged into the bar was an acute reminder that ‘yet’ was an important qualifier to that status. And Malady had freaked out over you having a pulse, perhaps you were supposed to be dead here? So why weren’t you? Definitely due to luck, and not skill. “So is this hell?” you dared to ask. Anti chuckled again, the eerie noise echoing through your bones. “I’m assured it’s not.” He waved the bottle towards the exit. “Does it look like hell to you?” Was that a real invitation, or a trick? You couldn’t just stand there like a stunned mullet anyway. Trying to keep the menace at least in your peripheral vision, you took a few steps towards the exit, hesitant at first, but quicker when Anti lounged back against the bar. The door opened onto the street, or what was left of one. Crumbling skyscrapers lined the cracked asphalt, but you couldn’t actually see where the missing sections of steel and concrete had crumbled to. Swept into the corners of the street by a breeze you couldn’t feel were piles of purple petals. There was no litter or signs of habitation, and judging by the disrepair of the buildings that was probably a good thing. Unfortunately there didn’t seem to be many doors, just openings to the city ruins where they should have been. The door you’d come through rattled as something tried to open it against the chair wedged under the handle. “Let’s take a walk,” said Anti, and you jumped. He was halfway across the room, much closer than you’d intended to let him get. He lobbed the now empty bottle lazily back towards the bar, where it shattered. “But if you run, I’ll chase.” That didn’t sound like a great plan, but considering the circumstances it was the only one you had. You stepped out into the street and looked both ways. There weren’t any landmarks to suggest a direction, but the sky was still bright with daylight, so you were definitely still stuck in the land of Oz. You turned right, because you had no reason not to, and walked as quickly as you dared down the cracked sidewalk, careful not to run. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see Anti only a short distance behind, jeering, and waving the knife. When had he grabbed that? Was he a lot faster than he looked, or was the man just made of knives? Maybe you should run, despite his warning, but where to run to? If Anti was fast you needed a plan before you bolted. There was a corner ahead, and you debated which way to go when you glanced over your shoulder to check on Anti. Was he closer? Maybe. Probably. Suddenly a panel of mirrored glass, high on a skyscraper shattered and crumbled with a tinkling sound. You almost jumped back, but survival instincts stopped you in time. “Why did that happen?” you asked. “Not enough bricks and mortar, Doll,” Anti giggled, waving the knife around the city of grey and purple. “Not enough to hold it all together. The world’s falling apart.” The whole world, you wondered. No glass hit the pavement, as though all the shattered shards had simply floated away. “How do I fix it?” you wondered, not sure why you’d said it. It wasn’t your responsibility, it wasn’t even your world. “Glad you asked,” Anti replied, not laughing for a change, his voice almost a growl, ringing with familiar static. “You. You are the bricks and mortar.” “What?” You turned to face him. He was definitely closer, only a few paces away now. Maybe you should run… “Imagine a candy bar wrapped in lego,” he paused his advance to explain, making circular wrapping motions with the knife. “We eat the delicious chocolate inside,” he prodded the knife at his own chest, “then get to use the bricks to build or repair whatever we want.” He gestured to the surrounding buildings, grinning widely. His explanation offered you no comfort. “Could you not have just got a snickers?” you muttered. Time to keep moving again. You weren’t sure if there was something out here Anti wanted you to see, or to just keep pursuing you until you were too fast or too slow. “They don’t come with lego, Doll.” You decided to ask the stupid question, figuring the situation couldn’t get worse. “So, what do you eat?” “Souls,” Anti replied simply. “Remember, you are what you eat.” “And build things out of the bodies?” “Eh, not exactly,” Anti shrugged, an unnatural ripple of green sliding over his shoulders, “your body isn’t really here, but close enough.” Then where the hell is it, you thought. “If you are what you eat, couldn’t you have found a better quality soul?” you asked hopefully. The buildings here looked marginally less derelict, purple petals still blown into the doorless foyers of the ground floors. It was eerily quiet but for the sound of your own footsteps, and Anti’s slightly out of sync with yours. “It’s quantity, not quality,” Anti sneered, his voice dripping with disdain and static. “You ever see a lion hunt the biggest, strongest, fastest deer in the herd?” “They don’t hunt deer,” you muttered, throwing another glance over your shoulder at that green-tinged grin. He was too close. “Wrong continent.” He frowned. “Then what are the brown little bouncy things?” he asked. You frowned too. In this quiet world, you could have sworn you heard something sobbing. It definitely wasn’t Anti. “Antelope?” you suggested, trying to listen. “Oh, right! Gotcha!” Anti laughed, as though that was obvious. “Or at least, I will, soon.” The building. The sobbing had to be coming from the open foyer of the building, soft but insistent.

Do you choose to investigate the sobbing? Or go literally anywhere else?

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neofrack · 6 years

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The First Meeting

A fox is crouching behind a couch. Taking cover from what’s in front of him. A deer, holding a gun pin point at the fox place, shooting the couch a couple times. The only thing that keep the fox alive is that couch. The fox wondered why this has become a dangerous situation, all he did was investigating a kidnapping case, track the house of the kidnapper, and check it for evidence when there’s nobody home. Simple. His plan is went well, until the deer noticed that his home is being checked and shoot the fox in the shoulder from behind.

“What are you doing in my house, Fox ?!” The deer shouted and shoot more

The fox considered to answer, but he thinks it will make the situation much worse.

“No response ? am I causing too much pain for you to bear that makes you can’t talk ?” The deer mock

The fox hold his left shoulder, blood flowing from the wound.

“Fine then if you don’t want to answer” The deer continued

Then the living room become quite. Is he leaving ? , The fox wondered. He peak from behind the couch and noticed that the deer is gone, the door on the right is opened. Nick carefully walk towards the deer last position to investigate. When he looked at the door, a gun tip comes out from the door and immediately shot, with his reflex, the fox dodge it and take cover behind the wall.

“Come out and drop your weapon fox, or I swear to god I will shoot this cub” said the deer

The fox take a peak from the wall and sees the deer has his gun pointed on a wolf cub head. The wolf cub muzzle is shut tight with a duct tape along with his hand and feet tied. The cub looks scared and crying.

Tch, the fox thought.

With a defeated sigh the fox throws his gun away and slowly comes out of his cover.

“Good, now…..” the deer pointed the gun at the fox

“any last word ?” He continued

“I have three actually : did you count ?” the fox finally speaks

“What ?”

Before the deer have the time to think, the fox started running to him. The deer pulls the trigger only to find his gun is empty. When he finally realized what the fox meant, a baton hit his hand, making him drop his weapon, continued by a hit to the stomach and head, knocking him out. In a matter of seconds the situation turned upside down.

What a pain in the ass , the fox thought.

Not long after that, the police has come to the scene. The fox is siting on the ambulance while his left shoulder being treated.

“We have to stop meeting like this Nick” said the female hippo nurse

“Yeah we should, this time I swear it was a coincidence hippy” he agree

“That’s what you said the last time we met” Hippy mock

Their conversation ended when a huge figure approach them.

“Wilde” a buffalo greet him

“Chief” he greeted back

“After all that’s done, come to my office” the chief ordered

Great, another speech session, Nick thought.

Instead of answering he just stared into the buffalo eyes.

“I assume that as a yes, now if you excuse me, I have a job to do” the chief said as he walks away.

It took nick a few hours to finally get his shoulder patched. The doctor said, he must rest for at least a week to recover his shoulder. After he’s finished in the hospital, Nick goes straight to the precint. The door to chief bogo room is never changed. When he sees it for the first time in the force, he was very nervous, but now, this door is just a door to him. He knock on the door. After a few moment, the chief answered it.

“Come in”

Nick opened the door, get in, and sit in the chair in front of bogo desk.

“First thing first, I want to congratulate you for solving that case, and saving that wolf cub life” said bogo

“Thank you sir” Nick replied

“I hear from the doctor that you need a full week of rest to heal, looking at the past, it seems like it’s useless to force you to rest, I recommend you avoid field work until your shoulder is fully healed”

“But that is not the only reason I called you here, I’m assigning one of the officers to be your subordinate, she will help you solve all of your case” he continued

Nick didn’t respon to that statement.

“now, I know that you have a past with this kind of things, but nowdays you’re…”

A knock on a door cut bogo sentence.

“you called chief ?” said the voice from behind the door

“Come in hopps” Said bogo

The door opens revealing a grey furred bunny with a black tip on her ears.

“Take a seat” continue bogo while pointing the seat beside nick

“Wilde, this is officer judy hopps” as he pointed at the bunny

“And hopps, you maybe already know him, but this is detective wilde” he continued

Judy have Heard form her colleagues, detective Wilde, The first and currently the only fox cop, He has been in the force for a long time that nobody know when he first joined. She looks at the fox. His face is showing no emotion.

“Now hopps, you done nothing wrong, in fact you’re doing a very good job these months, so I decided to give you a promotion, from now on you’re going to assist detective Wilde on any of his case” Said bogo

Both Nick and Judy eyes were widened when they hears that. It took her a few seconds to come back to reality .She want to scream in happy, but decided not to make a bad impression.

“Thank you so much sir” She said while holding her excitement

“I hope you will not waste this opportunity, now you’re dismissed, I need to speak with detective wilde alone” ordered bogo

“Yes sir” said hopps as she exited the room

The room have become quite again after judy left. Bogo decided to break the silence.

“I assume you have no objection over this”

“Actually, I have, No I will not accept that bunny as my subordinate” Nick finally speak

“Nick, I know what you’re thinking, but you’re getting more and more careless these days, I don’t want to lose one of my best again, so I need someone to watch your back !”

“She’ll only slow me down”

“Don’t worry Wilde , that bunny is the top of her class, the only reason why I don’t take her to the field, is because she’s still naïve, and I entrusting that to you”

“Sir, with all due respect….”

“Shut it Wilde, My decision is final and cannot be changed, now get out of here before I suspend you”

They stared at each other, nick still want to argue, but he knows that the chief doesn’t play with his threat, and his shoulder injury is the more reason to suspend him. Finally he sighed in defeat.

“Fine” He said calmly before exiting the room.

Judy still cannot believe what just happen, after all these months giving all her best, she’s finally being promoted.

“Woohoo !” Said judy as she jumping in happiness.

“Whoa, what get you all exited about ? A voice beside her ask

She turns to see a fat cheetah in the reception desk, smiling at her.

“Clawhauser, I just got promoted !” she said.

“Wow, good for you judy, promoted to what exactly?” Clawhauser asked

“I’ll be working under detective Wilde ”

“Detective Wilde ? Detective Nick Wilde ?” Clawhauser asked with disbelievement

“Yes, what’s wrong about him ? “ Judy wondered

“Nothing, it’s just that you’re a rabbit and he’s a fox, it’s kinda weird bogo pair you up, maybe it’s because you both are the first of your species on the force?”

Now that judy think of it, it is kind of weird. Well, aside from the fact that they both the first of their species, they are actually a natural enemy. Judy knows that not all foxes are bad like gideon grey, but it still bother her. How will her father react if he knows judy are working under a fox

“Huh……..what else do you know about him? Judy asked

“He’s a quiet person, and he usually moves away from other mammals, Oh and detective Wilde has been working alone for a long time, I can’t imagine if he has a partner”

Judy have a mixed feeling after hearing about his superior. Her thought broke when she sees her superior walking down the stairs. I can’t judge mammal by her species, this is a good thing, and im going to go through with it, she thought.

“Oh there he is, gotta go clawhauser” judy said as she approach Nick.

“Have a nice day ,judy” replied clawhause as he look judy running.

I wonder what would happen with them, Clawhauser thought.

Nick still cannot accepting the fact that he have a subordinate now. He’s walking toward his room that located on the first floor. His steps stopped when a voice calls him from behind.

“Detective Wilde”

Great, just what I need right now, he thought sarcasticly

He turn around and see Judy, standing in front of him full of enthusiasm.

“I’m ready for assignment sir” the bunny said

He look at her from bottom to top.

What were bogo thingking, how is this little bunny gonna help me solve a case, Nick thought.

He just sighed and says

“Follow me” as he started to walk again

So far so good, Judy thought.

Judy followed behind him. Everyone that have passed them is either confused or surprised at the fact that the bunny who have been a meter maid for months now working with a detective, and the more shocking fact is that the detective is Nick Wilde, the loner. Nick don’t have a problem with this at all, but judy didn’t know if she’s want to feel proud or embarrassed. After a short walk they arrived at nick office. The office smaller than the chief, but it still amazed judy to have your own office in the precint.

“Wait here” nick ordered while he’s getting inside a closet.

Judy can’t wait to help solving a case, like a real detective, after months of becoming meter maid and doing paper work, she’s finally becoming a real cop.

Nick comes back carrying a ton of paper in his hand and dropped it to the table in front of judy.

“Here’s my paper work I haven’t finished, I’m on my desk if you need me” said nick while he started to walk towards his desk

Judy imagination broke as she looks at the ton of paperworks, All these months just to get more paper work !?, Judy thought angrily.

“Sir, wait !” Judy tone started to rise

Nick glanced back at her.

“Chief bogo said I’m here to assist you with your cases not doing some paper work !” she protest

“You still don’t understand do you ? I.work.alone , fortunately for you bogo said you can help me with all of my cases, but he didn’t say how you do it right? So this is the best I can do for you, finished my paper work, you get to be my subordinates, I don’t get disturbed, everybody’s happy.” Nick said calmly

“But sir, I want to go to the field with you ! ” Judy’s said with anger

"Even if bogo send you to me, I’m still your superior, if you don’t want to do this, I could have just report insubordination to him, and you can be meter maid for all I care” He replied

Judy anger, have been cooled off a little bit by that last sentence. Being a meter maid again is definitely worst than this. And she finaly realize that all of her sayings before could make her fired from her job if she says it to another superior, but nick didn’t. With a look of guilt, she apologize

“I’m sorry sir, that was rude of me”

Nick stayed silent for a little bit, and answered

“Just get the paper done” as he walked to his desk

Judy sit in the couch and started to work. She still upset from before, but decided not to make it worse by getting angry.

Nick look at her when she doesn’t notice.

Why didn’t I fire her, he wondered.

He’s then realized judy look exactly like him before that happens.

He smiled secretly and hope that she’s never gone through what he’s been through.

This is a prequel to The Getaway , that is supposed to be a one shot, but “my mood” decided to make this. I don’t know if I will create more to this AU. Well, we’ll see.

#zootopia #zootopia fanart #zootopia au #zootropolis #fanfiction #judy hopps #nick wilde #wildehopps #art #fanart #myart #au #fox #bunny

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Title: The Bands of Mourning

Author: Brandon Sanderson

Summary: Now, with The Bands of Mourning, Sanderson continues the story. The Bands of Mourning are the mythical metalminds owned by the Lord Ruler, said to grant anyone who wears them the powers that the Lord Ruler had at his command. Hardly anyone thinks they really exist. A kandra researcher has returned to Elendel with images that seem to depict the Bands, as well as writings in a language that no one can read. Waxillium Ladrian is recruited to travel south to the city of New Seran to investigate. Along the way he discovers hints that point to the true goals of his uncle Edwarn and the shadowy organization known as The Set.

Rating: ★★★★★

Original Review

Review:

Besides Secret History, I’m finished rereading Mistborn! I liked this book a bit more on the second read through. I’ve decided to change the rating from a 4.5 to straight up 5 stars. I know such a big difference but it deserves it! Because I have my knowledge of the cosmere, things made a little more sense so I had a more pleasant experience. This is a reread review so there are spoilers for other books in the cosmere so I recommend reading my original review. I really loved this book and I can’t wait to reread Secret History!

“‘Could you…maybe order a few of the others to befriend me?’ he found himself asking, ashamed of how weak it sounded to say the words.”—Page 23

Wax, my poor child.

“‘I’m sure you did your best,’ Steris said, taking his arm. She was warm, and even trembling. Steris might be reserved, but unlike what some assumed, she wasn’t emotionless.”—Page 42

My cutie.

“‘I’m all right,’ he said to Steris through clenched teeth. ‘But God should have known not to come for me. Particularly not today.’ ‘Your life is…decidedly odd, Lord Waxillium.’ ‘I know,’ he said, moving again, stepping with her beside the last door before they entered the dome. ‘Ready?’ ‘Yes, thank you.’ Was she…teary-eyed? It was an expression of emotion he’d never seen from her. ‘Are you all right?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Forgive me. It’s just…more wonderful than I’d imagined.’”—Page 47

First, in the grand scheme of things, it’s not really that strange. Second, Steris is such a sweetie, god I love her.

“‘For being nice. For being willing to subject yourself to, well, me. I understand that it is not a pleasant concept.’ ‘Steris…’ ‘Do not think me self-deprecating, Lord Waxillium,’ she said, sitting up and taking a deep breath, ‘and please do not assume I’m being morose. I am what I am, and I accept it. But I am under no illusions as to how my company is regarded. Thank you. For not making me as other have.’”—Pages 51-52

Steris, stop making my heart hurt. I would love your company.

Oh yeah, this is the book where I want to punch Wayne in the face for the wedding mishap.

“‘Now, what kinda talk is that?’ he demanded. ‘You’ve given up? Is that how the Ascendant Warrior was? Huh?’ ‘No, in fact,’ Marasi said. ‘She walked up to the man she wanted, slapped the book out of his hand, and kissed him.’”—Page 56

Pretty much, yeah.

‘See, there’s how it is!’ ‘Though the Ascendant Warrior also went on and murdered the woman Elend was planning to marry.’”—Page 56

Okay, to be fair Shan was trying to kill Elend in the first place. Also you forgot the part where she did it in her underwear. Or did history conveniently forget about that part?

‘Gruesome,’ Wayne said in an approving tone, then took another swig of sherry. ‘That’s not the half of it,’ Marasi said, leaning back on the counter, hands behind her. ‘You want gruesome? She also supposedly ripped out the Lord Ruler’s insides. I’ve seen it depicted in several illuminated manuscripts.’”—Page 56

That’s is just false, Marasi.

“Tell me, Miss Colms. What do you know about the nature of Investiture and Identity?”—Page 58

Ugh, fuck me. Investiture makes my head hurt.

“‘Image project,’ VenDell said. ‘They call it an evanoscope. By next year these will be commonplace, I should think.’ He paused. ‘Harmony implies that if we find this wondrous, it will really burn our metals when the images start moving.’ ‘Moving?’ Wax said, stepping forward. ‘How would they do that?’ ‘We don’t know,’ MeLaan said with a grimance. ‘He accidentally let it slip, but won’t say anything more.’ ‘How does God,’ Marasi asked, still staring at the image, ‘accidentally let something slip?’”—Page 63

Movies will be great! Sazed is a horrible liar.

Okay so Investiture is the raw power of Allomancy and Feruchemy. So each person has their special Investiture and that’s called “Identity” which is why Feruchemists can only use their metal minds.

“‘What is it about you,’ Wax said, ‘that makes me want to punch you, even when you’re saying something helpful?’ ‘None of us have been able to figure it out,’ MeLaan said, waving for Wayne to toss her a walnut. ‘One of the cosmere’s great mysteries.’”—Page 69

Haha. Also, ugh it’s so creepy how VenDell has Breeze’s hands. Why would Breeze give his hands to VenDell?

What are the Lady Mistborn’s knives and the Lance of the Fountains?

“‘There are four individuals,’ VenDell said, ‘who, to our knowledge, have held the power of Ascension. Rashek, the Survivor, the Ascendant Warrior, and Lord Harmony.’”—Page 70

More foreshadowing.

“‘Four hours?’ Steris said. ‘I need to send for the maids! And the valet! And…’ She raised a hand to her head, looking faint. ‘And I need to make a list.’”—Page 80

Oh Steris.

“He was completely shocked, then, when the page didn’t contain a historical description, but instead anatomy sketches. Along with long descriptions explaining…human reproduction?”—Page 103

Oh god my poor child. This is probably the most relatable scene ever. Like Steris just wanted to know how sex worked and she so worried she won’t be able to do it correct. My poor child, I just want to hug her.

“‘If it eases your mind,’ Wax said as she tucked the book into her suitcase, ‘we won’t need to be…involved with any real frequency, particularly once a child is provided. I don’t imagine your research will be necessary for more than a dozen or so occasions.’ As he said it she wilted, shoulders slumping, head bowing.”—Page 105

Well, that was the wrong thing to say. Steris is horny af and she wants her Wax.

“Wax crossed the train car, then sat next to her, resting his hand on hers. ‘I don’t like this talk from you. Or from me. It’s become a habit for us to pretend this relationship is nothing more than titles and money. But Steris, when Lessie died…’ He choked off, then took a deep breath before continuing. ‘Everyone wanted to talk to me. Speak to me. Blather about how they knew what I was feeling. But you just let me weep. Which was what I needed more than anything. Thank you.’”—Pages 105-106

Aw, I love these two so much.

“Steris’s teeth chattered audible, and he glanced at her as he finished winding, expecting to see her frightened and miserable. Instead, despite being dripping wet, she had a stupid grin on her face, eyes alight with excitement.”—Page 138

Steris, you dork, I love you.

I can’t believe MeLaan and Wayne had sex during the train attack.

“‘’Sides, I didn’t get to stomp none of them, on account of some untimely snogging.’ ‘At least it was a good snogging,’ MeLaan added. Then, to Marasi’s glare, she added, ‘What? It was. Poor guy hadn’t had a proper snog in years. Had a lot of pent-up energy.’ ‘You’re not even human,’ Marasi said. ‘You should be ashamed. Not to mention that you’re six hundred years old.’ ‘I’m young at heart. Really—I copied this one off a sixteen-year-old that I ate a few months back.’”—Page 151

You ever read something and you’re like “God, this is weird. And the fact this all makes sense to me, makes me weird”?

Guys, you’re so mean to Aunt Gin.

“‘She assumes’ Wax said, ‘that our detective style isn’t normally the punchy-punch, stabby-stabby type.’ ‘To be fair,’ Wayne said, ‘it’s usually a more shooty-shooty, whacky-whacky type.’”—Pages 168-169

You all need some rest.

‘Oh, my lord, I know it, I do.’ The beggar laughed. ‘I own the place, technically. Now, regarding those coins for old Hoid, my good lord…’ He pushed his hand forward farther, eyes staring sightlessly.”—Page 173

First, Hoid often pretends to be blind on Scadrial. Second, why were you drinking cologne, Hoid? Or did you just forget you were wearing it? Were you on a hot date or something? Third, Apparently Hoid has been to this estate multiple times. Forth, Hoid!

Where did Hoid get that storming coin? And why give it to Wax?

“‘Is your cousin well?’ ‘Valette? Most certainly. We are all please with her new marriage. I’m sorry your relationship didn’t work out, but the man who courted her after you was dreadful. When titles are part of a union, it’s always unpleasant to see what crawls out from the mists looking for a bone.’”—Page 188

Wax it’s time to punch this man in the face.

“However, as he did, a different woman slid into place and grasped his hand, towing him into the dancing and away from the perimeter. He was so surprised that he let it happen. ‘Excuse me?’ Wax said. ‘No excuses necessary,’ the woman said, ‘I won’t take but a moment of your time.’ She looked to be Terris, judging by her dark skin—though hers was darker than most he’d seen. Her hair was in tight braids, streaked with grey, and her face bore full, luscious lips. She took the lead in the dance, causing him to stumble.”—Page 190

Hello, Khriss!

“Infant mortality on Scadrial is not as bad as some regions, but still shockingly high.”—Khriss, Page 190

Wax, are you going to ask what the heck Scadrial is or at this point in time has Scadrial actually gotten it’s name? Also, why is infant mortality on Scadrial high? I mean I get that they’re in industrial revolution times so it’s not the greatest conditions in the world but Roshar is like…in a giant war.

“She produced a card and handed it toward him. ‘Please experiment with this further and send me word. Thank you. Now, if I can just figure out why there’s no redshift involved in speed bubbles…’”—Page 191

Wait, Khriss gave Wax her card? Bro! Call her! What’s redshift?

“‘To the Roughs,’ Devlin said, dismissive. ‘What’s beyond them, Waxillium? Beyond the deserts? Across the seas? Nobody cares.’”—Page 204

Chocolate.

“‘I know you, lawman,’ Devlin said. ‘And I can tell you, the group you chase, you don’t need to worry about them. They won’t be a danger for decades, perhaps centuries. You’re ignoring the bigger threat.’”—Page 206

So I guess in the next book the Set will not be completely taken care of and they’ll be around in Era 3 and 4. Also, I’m assuming the Devlin is a worldhopper.

“‘Were you ever insecure?’ Marasi asked. ‘Or did you always know what to do? Did you get jealous? Frightened? Angry?’”—Page 211

Ahahaha, yes, Vin was very much insecure, jealous, frightened and angry for a majority of her life. The concept of Marsh not beating Kell was foreign to her.

“…time to show those in Elendel that their tyranny is not only unjust, it is against the will of the Survivor, who died in the name of freedom…”—Lord Severington, Page 219

Yeah, I think Wax should be more concerned with this civil war that’s brewing. Perhaps New Seran is gathering up an army and will attack Elendel.

“Do Your Metal Tools Speak to You? Your neighbors probably don’t want to hear about it. But WE do! Visit 27 Ralen Place. Ask for K or N. Bring the talking metal with you.”—Page 225

I see Khriss and Nazh are looking Nightblood.

“A few more speeches like this one, and Severeington will have the entirety of the Basin whipped into a frenzy. Completely ignoring that Elendel has us outmanned and outgunned.”—Kelesina, Page 232

I guess Elendel does have an army of some sort.

“Wax dropped to the floor with a thump, leveling his gun at the people inside the room. ‘He’s right here.’”—Page 233

A bit overdramatic, wouldn’t you say?

“Steris grabbed him with, he noted, no small amount of eagerness. She really did enjoy this part.”—Page 240

My ship is being prepared to set sail.

“Wax looked down at her as she held to him while trying to stare in every direction at once. He suddenly found something burning in him, like a metal. A protectiveness for this woman in his arms, so full of logic and yet so full of wonder at the same time. And a powerful affection. So he let himself kiss her.”—Page 241

SAIL!

So, it’s all come full circle. Kell started out seeking the legendary atium to become rich beyond anyone’s wildest dreams and now people are search for a secret stash of Kell’s riches.

Wait a minute so you can use a speedbubble if you’re on something big enough and they’ll move with you. So that means when Scadrial invents airplanes, you’ll always want to travel with a Cadmium misting to make the time go by faster.

“‘It takes the metal one is burning,’ Wax said, ‘and somehow…extends it. You saw. It Pushed your metal away, as if a Coinshot were there near you. The cube used Allomancy.’”—Page 256

This is such a great, ‘holy shit’ moment because on the one hand this technology is cool and think of all the ways you could use it. On the other hand, holy shit the bad guys have this tech.

I love how Steris is like, “Wax, I’m crazy but I’m not that crazy”.

“��I’ve got an idea,’ Marasi said. ‘How crazy is it?’ ‘Less crazy than tossing Wayne off a cliff.’ ‘Not a high bar, but all right. How do we start?’”—Page 273

Those two usually set a low bar in the sanity department.

‘My thigh,’ MeLaan said, twisting the doorknob with a click, then pushing the door open a crack. She nodded, standing up straight. ‘Your…what?’ Marasi asked. ‘You said my head might hold the key,’ MeLaan said, striding into the chamber beyond—a small, surprisingly well-furnished room. ‘It’s actually my thigh, right now. A kandra stores its cognitive system through its entire body, but my memories right now are in a solid metal compartment in my thigh. Safer that way. People aim for the head.’ ‘So what’s in your head?’ ‘Eyes, sensor apparatus,’ MeLaan said. ‘And an emergency canteen.’ ‘You’re kidding.’ ‘Nope,’”—Page 286

I…this book is weird.

“‘Please,’ he whispered, tears in his eyes.”—Page 294

My poor baby.

“‘Great Metallic One,’ the masked man said, glancing at Waxillium, ‘I, of course, wouldn’t dare give orders to one of your stature even if you wear your bare face out at all times. Who am I to judge? Even if you look equally crass as these others—even the cute one—I’m sure you’re not. But, if I may be so bold as to suggest—’ ‘What?’ Waxillium asked. ‘A little Push,’”—Pages 312-313

He is so cute.

“I found no trace of him, and though no one witnessed his fall, a young white-haired man was there and offered to tell me a story. I declined.”—Page 314

That was a mistake.

Allik Neverfar, I’ll need to remember that.

“‘North,’ Wax said, pointing. The little shelf at the front of the vehicle—like the dash of a motorcar—had a compass set into it. ‘If you head west first though, and find the river, we can—’ ‘No.’ Telsin seized Wax by the arm. ‘We need to talk.’”—Page 318

Don’t trust her!

‘The Sovereign was our king from three centuries ago. He told us he was your king first. And your god.’ ‘The Lord Ruler?’ Waxillium said. ‘He died.’ ‘Yes,’ Allik said. ‘He told us that too.’”—Page 325

King? I mean god, I’ll give you that but you didn’t rule over the people, Kell.

“‘I’m sorry, great Wise One,’ Allik said. ‘You are obviously very knowledgeable about this, and know things that none of us would ever think to try. How could we be so foolish as to not realize that we could simply—’ ‘Shut it,’ Waxillium growled.”—Page 328

I love Allik so much, he’s now my child.

“‘Deniers of masks? Like us?’ ‘No, no,’ Alliks said, laughing. ‘You’re just barbarians. The Deniers are really dangerous.’”—Page 329

I’ll add that to the things to be addressed in the future books.

“There were other groups though. One gave a mask to each child, and those only changed once, when they reached adulthood. Allik claimed that these people—called Hunters—even grew into their masks somehow, though Marasi found that difficult to believe.”—Page 332

I’m guessing that’s where that one woman is from that showed up in Words of Radiance.

Leras was Ati’s wife and sister according to the South’s religion.

“What kind of metal explodes if you put it in water?”—Marasi, Page 336

*Quick Google Search* Caesium?

“There are those from my lands who might find your Basin up here…tempting, with no defenses against attack from above.”—Allik, Page 336

Oh great so Elendel will have to deal with a civil war with New Seran and a hostile airships.

“‘Clever, but it won’t work on you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because we’re in your lands,’ he said. The visitor always has to wear the medallion. It’s filled with Connection, yah? Blank Connection, to no place. But Connection can’t just be connected to nothing, so when you tap it, it reaches out and connects you to the place where you are. Makes your soul think you were raised in this place instead, so your language changes.’”—Page 338

So, it’s like rewriting the soul like in Emperor’s Soul.

“The Lord Ruler was run through with three spears, by the Lord Mistborn’s testimony. ‘Once stabbed by a beggar, for the poverty he brought. Once stabbed by a worker, for the slavery he enforced. Last stabbed by a prince, for the lords he corrupted.’ The spears didn’t hurt him.”—Marasi, Page 347

What?

“He wrapped the big spearhead, which was as large as his palm, with a handkerchief to keep it from freezing his fingers off,”—Page 348

So without that handkerchief Wayne would have the power of the bands of mourning. I don’t think anyone realizes how close the cosmere was to being completely destroyed that day.

“‘I have now been to hell,’ he said. ‘These mountain will rise all the way there for certain.’ ‘You think hell is in the sky?’ Steris asked, standing close to Wax, practically clinging to him.”—Page 349

First of all, aw Steris is staying close to Wax for warmth/comfort. Second, what is your version of hell? Is it like the Christian hell? Tell me!

“Waxillium sought justice. He had an open heart—he’d spared Wayne’s life all those years ago, after all—but in the end, he sough to uphold the law. That was shortsighted. Marasi wanted to create a world where law enforcement wouldn’t be needed. Was that why she was so annoyed with him lately?”—Page 354

That’s an impossible utopian world, Marasi.

Well, Steris, the way to become more useful is probably get a gun of some sort and be able to fire it.

“‘And then,’ Steris said softly, ‘perhaps I came along because of the way it feels…’ Marasi looked sharply back at her sister. ‘Like the whole world has been upended,’ Steris said, looking toward the ceiling. ‘Like the laws of nature and man no longer hold sway. They’re suddenly flexible, like a string given slack. We’re the spheres…I love the idea that I can break out of it all—the expectations, the way I’m regarded, the way I regard myself—and soar. ‘I saw it in his eyes, first. The hunger, that fire. And then I found it in myself. He’s a flame, Waxillium is, and fire can be shared. When I’m out here, when I’m with him, I burn, Marasi. It’s wonderful.’”—Page 356

My heart! That is so beautiful.

“‘You actually love him, don’t you?’ Marasi asked. ‘Well, love is a strong emotion, one that requires careful deliberation to—’ ‘Steris.’ ‘Yes.’”—Page 356

I love Steris and Wax so much.

“He looked at Wax and smiled. ‘Apparently these symbols spell out something the Lord Ruler would have understood.’”—Page 369

What? Survive? The trick is to never stop looking, there’s always another secret? I hate noblemen?

“Wax spun, whipping out his gun. He pointed it not at Edwarn, but at his sister.”—Page 373

Goddammit Telsin.

“Marasi turned to Steris, who was still dazed, eyes wide, still looking at the hole where Waxillium had fallen.”—Page 378

Oh god she thinks Wax is dead.

“Lady Sequence?” Lame.

“Beyond that hung a haze of red. All around, pressing in upon the world. He could feel it choking him, a miasma of dread and destruction.”—Page 393

Trell.

“‘I am sorry,’ Harmony said with a gentle voice, ‘for your pain. I am sorry for what you did, what we had to do. But I am not sorry for making you do what had to be done.’ Wax opened his eyes. ‘And when I hold back, staying my hand from protecting those below,’ Harmony said, ‘I must do it out of trust in what people can do on their own.’ He glanced toward the red haze. ‘And because I have other problems to occupy me.’”—Pages 394-395

This section always gets me for some reason.

“Even the most careful of the Series would be distressed by the prospect of being technologically outmaneuvered.”—Page 400

Suit, Sequence, Set, Series.

“At times this seemed to flicker, and for a moment he saw the radiance inside of each person and thing. It felt as if he might be able to move those too. An awed voice in the back of his mind whispered, They’re all the same. Metal, minds, men, all the same substance….”—Page 406

Interesting.

“‘Rusts!’ she said, looking at it. ‘What is this?’ It was sweet, thick, warm, chocolaty, and wonderful. ‘Choc,’ he said. ‘Sometimes it is a man’s only succor in this frozen, lonely world, yay?’ ‘You drink chocolate?’ ‘Sure. Don’t you?’”—Page 415

The people in the Basin are clearly the barbarians.

Malwish, that’s their name. I need to remember that.

“Aradel grunted. ‘Senate’s had my balls over the fire for two days straight, screaming about war and irresponsible leadership. As if I ever had any influence over you people.’”—Page 428

I love Aradel.

“‘I was wondering, Steris,’ Wax said, ‘fi you’d be willing to be my bride.’ ‘I’ve already agreed—’ ‘Yes, but last time I asked with an expectation of a contract,’ Wax said. ‘it was the lord of a house asking a woman of means for a union. Well, that requests stands, and thank you. But I’m asking again. It’s important to me. Will you be my bride? I want to be married to you. Right now, before the Survivor and that priest. Not because words on a paper say we have to, but because we want to.’ He took her by the hand, and spoke more softly. ‘I’m painfully tired of being alone, Steris. It’s time I admitted that. And you…well, you’re incredible. You truly are.’”—Page 431

This goddamn book keeps on making me cry.

“The Set had Faceless Immortals of its own.”—Page 434

So is Trell or the Set possessing people or is the beggar a kandra-like-being?

“Thank you for your service; it has been accepted. You will be allowed to serve in another Realm.”—The Set’s “Faceless Immortal”, Page 435

So is Suit being transported or killed?

“They’d stayed here in the penthouse through the honeymoon, rather than returning to the mansion.”—Page 435

That’s nice and all but quick question: What’s a moon?

“That arm…That arm. Lined with a network of scars layered atop one another, as if made by scarping the skin time and time again. The haunting word he’d spoke echoed in Wax’s mind. ‘Survive.’”—Page 437

God…I need the next book…

#bands of mourning #brandon sanderson #wax and wayne series #reviewsdaytuesday #reread review #2017 reviews

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Imagine taking a case in your home town

This post is Triggering! I am warning you all now that please don’t read if you are easily triggered. (Lots of death, suicide and just shitty mom)

The roar of the impala under you was the only thing keeping you grounded as you rolled down the open black strip of tar with the man you loved and his younger brother. Your head leaned against the window as the millions of trees passed you by, each one bringing you closer to your own personal hell...

“Babe.” the sound of Dean’s voice echoed through the hall as Dean approached your shared room where you had currently been laying down, your eyes glued to the illuminated screen of the small internet portal you held in your hands, “Babe you gotta get dressed, and pack a bag.”

“Why?” You whined as you looked at him, fully comfortable in the memory foam that was swallowing you up. A smile etched onto his face as he looked at you with complete love in his eyes.

“Cause we gotta case, four officers dead in a small town in Georgia, looks like a ghost. We figured we would go check it out.”

“Oh.” The realization hitting you as though it was a 18 wheeler going far too fast.

“Didn’t you say you had family in Georgia, maybe we can stop and say...”

“I think my mother is far too busy to accommodate a visit from her daughter, who has not become a lawyer like her brother or a environmentalist like her other sister.” You interrupted, knowing that your mother never was a huge fan of yours, and you doubted she would take a visit from you and the boys as a pleasant occurrence.

“Okay, well meet me at Baby in 15,” He instructed, as you nodded in reply, before quickly turning your attention back to the article you were scanning for familiar names, the same article Dean and Sam had just gotten your next case from.

“Well here we are.” Dean said pleasantly as he carefully pulled the impala into the parking space outside the police station, the memories flooding back to you as the purring of the engine died away.

“So we have the fake Id.....” you failed to hear the rest of the sentence however by the slamming of your own door, your legs carrying you into the building, as Dean watched your hips sway. It took several seconds for both men to establish which fake FBI ids to use, and then they let themselves into the building. Dean’s eyes already sweeping over the layout, however they soon caught an interruption when they noticed your back. You were seated on the desk of one of the elder officers, who seemed to be smiling up at you as he chattered away. In your hand they could both see that you were holding a picture frame, as though you had previously been looking at it.

“Hey, did [Y/N] ever tell you where exactly in Georgia she grew up?” Sam whispered as the sound of your own laughter filled the air.

“No, but I have a feeling we just found out.” Dean replied as he started towards you, and the older gentleman, who was clearly the one in charge.

“Excuse me, we were looking for Chief Gebel?” Sam asked another officer, who looked as though he was in his mid thirties, and an ex football player.

“Yeah, he is right over there. HEY CHIEF, Feds are here.” He snapped quickly as the attention of both you and Gebel’s was drawn towards the sound of the man.

“Thank you Eric. Tell me [Y/N] , how long ya in town for?”

“Oh depends on how fast these two get the case closed.” You replied with a smile as you pointed toward the Winchesters.

“Well make sure ‘fore ya go ya come around again. It ain’t been the same since...”

“It was nice to see ya Ernie and I am real sorry again about Herman.” You smiled at the boys before politely hopping from the desk and escorted yourself to the front door, where you sat your ass on the park bench you and the previous chief used to eat ice cream on when you were a child.

Dean’s POV

“Agents, it is mighty nice of you both to come down here.” Officer Gebel smiled at us both after the swing door of the office shut behind [Y/N].

“Of course sir, we are sorry to interrupt your visit, was she your daughter?” Sam asked as I looked the man up and down, she never mentioned her parents, so who knew if this old guy could be her dad, he looked like he could be dad age.

“[Y/N] isn’t my daughter, her pa used to be the old chief here, however something went terribly wrong on a case, we were working it together. He, ummmm,” Gebel’s started to tear up a bit, and after a sniffle he continued, “sorry, you see Hank used to be my best friend, the girl might as well be my own, it really hit her hard when her daddy died. Even harder when her mother acted like nothing happened. She left when she was 17, and she never looked back, not even when her sister passed away.”

“I am so sorry to hear about your loss, well if you....”

“You mind telling me how her sister died?” I asked, Sam glaring at me, as though to tell me not to prey, that if my girlfriend wanted to tell me about it she would have.

“Well ya see, when her dad died the children took it pretty hard, each child processed it differently. For [Y/N] it was dreamin’ of leaving, for her brother Grant it was signing up for the army, and for Kathleen, well she went from a popular cheerleader to an outcast, stopped talking to her friends. The only people she really spoke to were [Y/N] and Grant. Grant was 18 when it happened, the girls were both still in high school, Grant was gone for maybe a year or so when the letter came. Mary was devastated, first her divorce was becoming public, then her husband died in the line of duty, then her son. It was shortly after the funeral for him that [y/N] left town. She left a note saying she was never coming back, said she was tired of living in a cursed family. About three months later, Mary came home to Kathleen died in the parlor. Suicide, hung herself from the ceiling fan, remember having to take the body down myself. We tried to reach out to [Y/N], tell her about the funeral, but she never responded. Her mother became cold after that, and is now the mayor of the town, best mayor we have ever had actually.”

“Oh... Well do you think...”

“Excuse me Agent Anka, but the case.” Sam snapped, stopping me from my futhur investigation into [y/n]’s past.

“Sorry Agent Stevens, So tell me...” And as I asked about the case, my mind still lingered on the lie [Y/N] was living in.

y/n’s POV

You had found yourself wandering from the bench, and standing outside the stone steps of the town hall, your eyes looking at the windows which were all open, and the curtains billowed out of the openings. You soon found yourself walking up the steps and taking a deep breath before you opened the door and was greeted by the silence of the front office.

“Welcome to the Senoia town hall, if you would like to meet with the mayor.... OH MY GOSH [Y/N]!” the tall blonde behind the front desk greeted as she looked at you, her eyes widening at the site, as you sighed.

“Oh hey Heather.” You said unexcited as she stood up and started around the desk, wrapping her arms around you as you lightly tapped her covered arm.

“How have you been bestie? I feel like it has been....”

“12 years... yeah cause it has been.”

“Well I can see you have changed, what happened to the captain of the cheer squad who used to be so cheery?” Heather pouted as you looked at her in annoyane.

“Why did I even stop here, I remember the way up.” You huffed as you started towards the stair, stopping only for a second to snap, “And she died 13 years ago.”

The doors were still the same, and felt the same as you pushed them open revealing the office of an OCD official. Every paper was neatly piled, and sorted into color piles. the cabinets all were labeled alphabetically, and the room looked as though it was fully polished and cleaned several moments earlier, and the neurotic woman who was this insanely organized was standing with her back to the door, chattering away on her phone, as she examined her perfectly manicured nails in the sunlight. The hints of grey now visible in her hair, and her thin frame covered in a bright yellow pant suit. Her voice flowed in the air as it reached your ears, “Give me a second Sherry I think the airhead just came in with my low fat, soy, latte with two pumps of cream, and a dash of that addicting vanilla flavoring.”

When she turned you could see the fake youth in her face, her skin pulled on her face, exposing her high cheekbones, and the slight crows feet forming at her made up eyes, her lips were thin and cracking, however still were covered in a sicking shade of pink, which matched the overuse of blush on her face. At the sight of you in the door her eyes widened, and her hand went to the small bump in her suit “I have to call you back Sherry, my runaway has finally come begging for money.”

“Begging for your money is the last thing I want.” You snapped as she hung up and looked at you, her shock turning into disgust as she glared you up and down.

“Well I can think of no other reason you would be standing before me, unless to tell me you are finally dying too.”

“Now why would I ever give you the satisfaction of hearing that?” You laughed as you shut the door behind you.

“Well for your information...”

“I know you are married to Eric, the same Eric who was Grant’s best friend. Tell me how are the kids?”

“How did you...”

“Ernie told me, so did Eric, since the first thing out of his mouth was, hey look guys my stepkid is here. So that was it, Daddy died, then your children either die or leave and you decide that instead of grieving like a normal widow, or looking for your daughter, you replace us all, like we were nothing to you. You really are shallow.”

“Is that why you came, after 12 years you finally wanted to see that I made something of my life unlike you, who judging by that outfit is unemployeed and probably living under a bridge somewhere.”

You started to chuckle, “Yeah Mary, whatever helps you sleep at night. I just hope that Eric is happy with that cobwebbed thing. Wonder if he is scared seeing how the first police academy boy you slept with Andrew is dead, along with Officer Nelson, Herman, and Charlies. Tell me if Grant was still alive and knew you were cheating on Dad with all his friends who were going to be police with him you think....”

“YOU ARE JUST A SAD LITTLE GIRL WHO CAN’T ACCEPT THAT HER FATHER WAS A DUMBASS AND WAS TOO STUPID TO SAVE HIMSELF AND WERE TOO SCARED TO FACE THE FACT THAT YOUR SIBLINGS ARE DEAD AND IT IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR DUMBASS FATHER’S DRUNKEN MISTAKES WHILE ON DUTY!”

“Well at least he wasn’t a whore like you!” And with that you swung the door open again and slammed it behind you, and as you marched yourself down the stairs, you came face to face with two agents of the FBI.

“I’ll be in the car.” You growled as you stormed past.

“So when were you planning on telling us that this is the town you grew up in?” Sam asked that night as you all sat in the motel room, Sam on the couch with his eyes glued to the screen of the laptop, Dean sat at the table looking over files of the victims. and you were laying on the bed, staring at the yellowing ceiling as you drew a short breath.

“I knew you two would find out sooner or later, specially after we went in the police station.”

“And you were planning on telling us that your mom ran the whole town, or that your dad....”

“How do you know about my father and mother?” You asked, your body going from the laying down position to sitting up and looking at Dean, whose face was reddening at the sound of the springs.

“Well your mom and you share...”

“She has a different last name, it is Fanzine, like the deputy down at the station, you know the football looking one. So I will ask you again, how did you know my mother runs the town and my father was the old chief.”

Dean was silent for a few minutes, you could see the lie forming in his brain as he processed the words he should say, however Sam was far quicker at responding, “Dean asked Ernie about it, however Ernie was not one who needed much convincing, seeing how he wasn’t even prompted at first to tell us. After that he...”

“Yeah Ernie is like that, well what do you want to know?”

“About the case or about you?” Dean asked as you looked at him, and saw the loving, protective nature pouring from them.

“Either.”

“Well what do you think about the case, the only theme I can find with the victims are that they were all roughly the same age, and had the same occupation. Did you know them?”

“Andrew Livingstone, Nelson Remington, Herman Grebel, and Charlies Greenbert were best friends, their close friend group also consisted of two other boys, Eric Fanzine, and Grant [Y/L/N]. All of them wanted to join the Senoia police force and work under my dad, and Herman’s uncle. They all were just punks, played minor pranks here or there, went fishing, hunted, were just boys.”

“Other then the friendship can you think of something else that linked them?” Sam asked as you took another deep breath.

“I am sure Ernie mentioned the failing of the marriage when he was oversharing our family history. Well the marriage was failing because of my mother, whom I am sure you met already and saw her true form.”

“Yeah, I can see why you never mentioned her before.” Dean added as you smiled slightly

“Yes well she hides a whole lot of bitch under those pantsuits. She also however hides a cougar magnet. The marriage failing was no one’s fault but my whore mother’s. She was having an affair with Andrew Livingstone. Twice a week they would hook up in this hotel, in room 55B. It had been happening for almost a year, and while my father didn’t want my mother’s name to be slandered, since she was preparing to run for mayor again, we all knew about the affair. That was the start of what lead Grant to wanting to leave, the thought of this happening scarred him and ruined the very friend group he clung to. Dad dying was the second thing, and the big push. After that the remaining members of the group join the academy and were not doing well enough to join the force here, since the standards were set so high by the previous mayor. So to join the force they each slept with the current mayor of the time, hoping she would grant them entrance. It worked and with a strong referral from my mother, they got in. It was also during this time that Grant got killed in battle and when attending the funeral of her own son she arrived on the arm of his best friend, whom she was sleeping with. However no one knew of the relations between the group and the mayor except for the two girls who were forced to listen to it, seeing how the sex occurred in the bed her and my father shared. That is the main reason I left,I was tired of it, and soon so was Kathleen. She was the only one who had my number when I left. She said Mom was marrying Eric and she couldn’t live with the thought of her and Eric marrying so soon after everything, and the date of the wedding was set for the day my father died. I told her to come meet me, and I would take her away, but my message was too late, and was replied with, “I hope you are happy shank, cause your only sister is dead. NEVER show your face here again.”

“Woah.” Was all either of the men before you could say, the tears running down your eyes as you wiped them away.

“Yeah. My family was one shitshow.” You giggled as Dean stood up and sat next to you, taking your frame in his arms as he pulled you close.

“I see now why you lied about them, I am so sorry.”

“It is fine. But I don’t know how this link could help. I mean the only thing I could think of was a ghost....”

“Wait, why did you think Ghost, we were thinking....”

“Did you guys not feel how cold the entire building was, it felt like the whole heating system was broken, even though it said it was 75 degrees in the room. Also before I left for the town hall, I did a sweep and the EMF was going nuts around the whole perimeter, and in the doorway.”

“You my love are a saint.” Dean said, kissing your temple as you smiled, and watched Dean go back to the files at the table, where he sat for a while more before the phone went into a frenzy.

“Agent Stevens speaking.” Sam replied as he looked at you again, as you watched in wonder as his eyes widened.

“We will get there in a second, DON’T touch anything till both I and my partner arrive.” He emphasized before he closed the phone and looked at the two of you, “Eric Fanzine is dead.”

“I wanna go see.” you replied, as both boys leapt into action, both reaching for the FBI suit jackets as you rose as well, pulling your duffle out to collect the pencil skirt and button down you always wore when playing the female FBI role.

“No, I think...”

“Well if I go with you, then I have an alliby that the police will believe, I can just say I was with you two, helping research the case, since I am an....”

“And when they decide to look up the fact that you aren’t a Feb, and then take you in for this, since I am assuming that is what you think will happen, then we all are screwed. So please princess, stay here.” Dean whispered as he leaned over to kiss you, before leaving out the door with Sam, as you pouted slightly, and laid down on the creaky mattress.

Dean POV

When the boys returned it was early morning, and you were curled up on the bed, the sunrise rays slowly dancing on your face. I slowly walked to the side of bed she was facing and lifted my hand to brush the hair from the front of her face. She smiled slightly as she hummed in her sleep.

“So tell me Dean, what the fuck was that back there?” Sammy snapped as he threw the jacket onto the couch before flopping down onto the other bed, and looked at me.

“Sammy I am sorry, but I couldn’t just let them talk shit about my girlfriend like that.”

“Oh thank God you two are here. I accidentally left my wife’s Tupperware here, and I was coming back to get it. That is when I walked in and I.... I don’t know what I saw.” Gebel rambled as Sam and I entered the station, which was covered in police tape and investigators.

“Well can you try to word it as best as you can?” Sam asked as I took my time looking at the desk that Eric had been seated at earlier, which was decorated with a few photographs, one of a little girl with big blue eyes, one of him and [Y/N]’s mother, and another of a group of football players, one who looked as though he could be the male version of [y/n].

“Well I thought.... I saw Hank.” He shakily whispered as his face paled, my head turning towards him, “Like with his hand in his torso.”

“Well that sounds....”

“OH MY ERICBOO!” A high pitch scream came from the doorway, the source dressed in silk pajamas, and a pair of sneakers as she raced towards the body. Gebel quickly reached out and stopped her from racing into the scene as my teeth tightened.

“My Husband!” She wailed as she crumbled in Gebel’s embrace

“I am so sorry Mary. Eric was a good kid, everyone....”

“Where is my daughter, I demand she be brought in for questioning!”

“Excuse me ma’am but why would your’s and Eric’s child be guilty, for one is not even born yet and the other is 4.”

“Not them, my other ungrateful child, who hated my husband and was jealous of my success.”

“And why would she be jealous of you. You just look like a miserable old woman who only got a young husband because you promised him mind blowing sex probably and a young looking hag.” I barked as she looked at me with reddened eyes.

“How DARE YOU! I am GRIEVING!” Mary snapped as she placed a hand upon her stomach, “Oh My darling Eric.”

“You can’t believe the [Y/N] would have done something like this. This is awful, and...”

“I want to know where she is! I want her...”

“She was with me!.” I yelled, the woman and officer glaring at me as I sighed, “I am her husband, and when I told her that I was taking a case here, she wanted to come and visit her hometown, maybe show me the sights. We were keeping it a secret from you all because she didn’t want to boast that she married an agent. At the time the murder occurred we were having sexual intercourse, we are trying for a baby. My partner can confirm this, since we were making him sit in the car at the time of the act.”

“You and my daughter.... are married.” Mary asked, her face in shock as she looked at him blankly.

“Yes. Now Chief Gebel, if you can please escort Mrs. Fanzine home so we can work.” Sam instructed as he slowly took her out of the room and into an meeting office, as I left the station.

“Well I suggest that you go to bed, and hope that you didn’t throw the whole case.”

“Yeah but Sammy, it makes sense doesn’t it, I mean all the victims were involved with [Y/N]’s mom, and Gebel said he saw her ex husband, who was a cop. What if...”

“Dean, we will talk about it later, right now, I just want an hour of sleep.” Sam yawned as he turned away, my feet carrying me to the empty side of the bed, where I laid next to [y/n], praying for her sake the killer wasn’t the ghost to her dead father.

Part 2

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Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

Index

Q: Got to the next one. Funny name.

Q: Hey this is like the game over thing :0

Q: Didn't even start and I lost already

Q: What did I do wrong Gumshoe

Maya shut up

Q: The hell happened

Q: Crap how and why would anybody dress as me

Q: MAGGIE

YOU HAVE HORRIBLE LUCK

Q: Idea: killer was also phoney me

Q: Wow this place is fancy

GQ: MAGGEY TELL ME ABOUT THE DRAWIN

Q: The fancy place reset :0

OH MY GOD

This place is great

Q: Where the HELL did my magic rock go D:<

I don't see it in my inventory!!!

Q: Oh thank you locks for still appearing

I was very worried a bout it not being in my inventory

FUCK SO IT IS GONE

Q: ...to the park?

Q: Mr what is that red thing on your nose I think you should stop touching it

Q: Doves are usually grey too

Q: Apples are good. Let's talk about that. What is your favorite Apple phoenix? I myself like granny Smith's and pink ladies

Q: Iell I didn't get the old man to talk but it seems the newspaper I got landed Maya a job so

Q: Wow Maya is actually gone. Guess it is time to examine everything again

Q: Well it seems the detention center has reset so that is good

Whatever she isn't here

Office reset

Haha I should really be more upset when Maya leaves

Whatever she is fine

Q: Yay the police station reset!

Gummy!!!

Whatever godot is fun

Q: Of only somebody pointed out one of the many many differences between me and the phoney that trial

Q: Godot I give you passed on a lot of things and I like you but I really wanna know why you hate me

Q: Alright were going back to fancy restaurant

this part was great actually

BF: Hahaha

And then Maya was kidnapped by the effeminate restauranteur, the end

Q: oh hey the restaurant reset. Examine everything?

oh no there is a person here

hell other your head looks like it had been hurt :(

goodbye i guess

HI MAYA

Maya: So how do i look? Phoenix: ... Phoenix: I think you should quit being a spirit medium. yes

let's just take a break and eat food sounds like a plan

i duno if i even have that much on me

oh crap well i guess i am getting lunch

i don't have 50$ on me Gant can i have 50$ oh ya you're in prison/dead

Q: Maya eat my lunch

dammit maya stop taking my money

COME BACK HERE AND EAT YOUR FOOD

Eh maybe some other random person why enjoy it

Q: examine everything

the magmenta!!!

I missed it so much!!!

it's probably poison

Q: gonna take a break for around 40 minuets

Q: that took so much longer and it is partially my fault

Q: Also I did a stupid redraw of one of Zarla's drawings from like 2007 and it looks good but ack i redrew a thing she drew in 2007. Once i feel like it i'll send a picture

i think we may be done in the kietchen. We got some stuff and it may be important so something somewhere may have reset

hey the police department reset!

yesss gumshoe

present him stuff

Gumshoe is this poison

tell meee

wow that's a lot of money

have to go again

Q: finally back and i have muffins to munch on while I play

Q: i remember this music

this is matt's theme whatever

to the other rooms

hey the park reset

there is a motercycle here now

STOP SCREAMING

WHY ARE YOU YET

WHY IS HE RED

Hey he said crap woo another close to swearing word

why are there so many weird people in this trian

trial

Q: case

whatever the fuck

im also saying that dipshit isn't phoenix write

OH FUCK

how did nobody suspect anything about him???

and if they did, WHY DID NOBODY SAY ANYTHING?

OLD GUY phoeny me left and i am mad i didn't punch him while i could

i think they were dressed alright enough

locks woo

i am so glad i have the magmenta back

Q: examine everything?

at least there aren't as many rooms

Q: got back to game and decided to see if i can break the locks

Q: i wiiiiin

Q: MIA

OH MY GOD

she is using her boobs to her advantage

i forgot her completly now

*forgive

MIA I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID I THANK YOU VERY MUCH

Q: Phoenix she is giving up her dignity for you thank her don't judge her

Q: time to move

wooo it reset

Q: iii wiiiin

noooo phoenix this guy can't be the killer

it's that moron red skinned phoenix impersonating asshole >:(

SHIT GODOT

STOP

I AM WINNING GO AWAY

Q: i usually give you passed but not now GO AWAY

Q: that red dude might've put the winning tcken in her pocket when he ran off

i hate red guy

save music

GUMSHOE

Q: well judge, THAT GUY WAS A FAKE FROM HELL

aw he called me trusty

BF: Lol Tigre? XD

quonit-aceattorney

yes

we didn't learn his name yet

Q: but i am amusing that is his name now

BF: Ooooh sorry

Q: it is fine i don't think it was a big spoiler

BF: Yeah Hahaha, he’s not exactly subtle

Q: WHY DID NOBODY QUESTION HIM

he was probably too intimidating but really one person had to right?

"MY OCCUPATION IS DICK GUMSHOE"

BF: Lol think of this whole case as like...one of those old Saturday morning cartoon plots where the good guy gets a really really obvious double

Q: pffft

BF: Like the double has bolts sticking out of their neck and they constantly yell about how evil they are

Q: i can imagine this.

BF: And yet you still have that scene where they are standing side by side and all the good guys are like HOWEVER WILL WE TELL THEM APART

Which one is the real one how can we be suuuure

That’s basically what this case is, haha

hehe

stoooooop

Q: I wonder who in the end will get to use the ticketyQ: maggey didn't do it mr tigre didQ: HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE BLOODSTAIN JUDGE GUY.

I say this like it was obvious and makes sense to anybody in the game stupid spoiler i pretend is a headcanon keeps proving itself to be true

Phoenix: You don't need to be told! Just look at it! SHUT UP PHOENIX >:( THIS GAME WANTS ME TO BELIEVE A STUPID HEADCANON. whatever let's ignore that and get back to figuring out the bloodstain. sry godot

no there is other stuff

LIKE THAT TIGRE GUY

Phoenix: Is it possible that somebody could've put the bottle in her pocket? Me: YES Gumshoe: ya! Happens to me all of the time! Me: REALLY

well if i had my phoeny's profile i would but nope sorry godot no evidence yet

Everyone: :talking about old man guy throwing seeds: Godot: Hah! It was nothing. I caught every single one of them with my teeth! impressive. DO YOU HAVE EVIDENCE FOR THIS CLAIM???

Q: i mean empty bags can have meaning why not?Q: well the stuff inside the bag was empty

hey that worked!

nice im cool now

Q: no he didn't put his medication in, red guy didQ: BUT WOO i am winningQ: we all died a little bit inside

maggey he was doing what he was supposed to do and was relying on me to figure out what was wrong with it. he didn't do anything.

Q: old guy tell us your occupationQ: don't lie that she put something in it

IT'S 2019 IN THE GAME NOW YOU SHOULD GET USED TO IT

also wasn't he looking at a sports paper right he was listening to the radio right

Phoenix: Did she really put that in there?? Phoenix you know not to trust this guy he is wrong she didn't

Q: MR I DON'T THINK THIS COUNTS AS "WASTING". I MEAN HE DIED AFTER TAKING A SIP.

Phoenix: Congratulations. You have earned the title of Battiest Man To Grace A Courtroom. I love sarcastic phoenix

Phoenix: Anybody could've word that outfit! Even me! Judge: Mr.Wright please spare the court of any further mental anguish from that image hahahahaha

Q: the bow was blue but whatever. also that is still part of the outfit.

the bow was ORANGE

EDGEWORTH IS PURPLE AND THE BOW IS ORANGE NOT RED. I DON'T CARE IF THE GAME SAYS OTHERWISE IM RIGHT

Old guy: This is harassment! I mean what are you doing?

REALLY

Q: how about the apron? Like the godamn bloodstainQ: doing lots of stuff in game i should document it moreQ: coffee cupQ: it woooorked

LEFT HANDS AND RIGHT HANDS

ALWAYS LOOK OUT FOR THAT

IT IS A VERY COMMON THING IN THIS SERIES

now you have to sing. sing for us now.

who cars about your age dammit

respect the coffee kudo

the eye lense is TEAL NOT GREEN UGH THIS GAME CAN'T GET ITS COLORS RIGHT

Q: AND SOMEHOW POINTING THAT OUT GOT ME A WIN

and his ear whatever but i still win

Q: HE IS SINGING THE PIDGEON SONG AND EATING THE BIRDSEEDS WOOO I WINQ: back to investigation?

no? okay

Q: but godot finished his coffee! How can we continue now???Q: but he didn't knock over the vase? look at the photo he didn'tQ: your memory is completly unreliable

goooooddbyyyyyyeee

Q: think i can be done for nowQ: game because working is dumbQ: let's bring up that jerk again why not

RED GUY WHY DID YOU DO THAT

Q: Maya: Introduce me next time, Nick! I wanna meet Xin Eohp too!

Q: to the detention center

dammit

nvm then

hey gumshoe!

Q: don't be sad gumshoe there are still lots of people that love you and maggey will probably be fine with you againa fter this is overQ: dont lie to me gumshoe i can ee right through it

unless it's in court the locks don't work in court

i win

Q: Maya: I wanna try it!

Phoenix: Then buy a ticket! With your own money! See Phoenix is smart

Q: no im not going tot the park i don't wanna see him right now i wanna talk to gumshoeQ: 2019: The year of gumQ: SEE GODOT KNEW THAT THAT GUY WAS A FAKE AND HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO SEE HIM FOR THAT

GODOT WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ANYBODY

Q: nniiiiice we can go visit his work nowQ: what do you mean the color of your coat looks more detective-y

also im still confused about if franz sent back the coat and kept the evidence or if gumshoe just got a new coat.

to blue screens because i don't wanan see red guy

wtf is with her

Q: I would say this isn't 2019 but i have no right to say that yet because i have never lived in 2019Q: at least she is letting me examine evidence

Trigre >:(

future from 2004 or future from 2019

Phoenix: Computers are only as smart as the humans who use and make them are ...you know nothing...

Q: im about done here

to the park

Q: the scooter is backQ: well he isnt here that is fine

oh hey that girl is here

is she threatening to kill him or

Q: great so tiger is also involved in not only impersonating me, but also killing glen, and this guy's money problem

to the office

gumshoe you just left go to your meeting

Q: well im headed to where i was going again

hi girl again

imma go touch the desk

Q: of course it's the same color as my suit he used it to pretend to be meQ: HI TIGRE

WHAT DO YOU WANT

Q: well at least i can talk to her now

no maya

Q: if you want coffee just ask godotQ: im to go look in other placesQ: see mr kudo is giving us information it's a ll good

Phoenix: maybe he's trying to avoid us?" It always feels that way when i try to find somebody in this game and they aren't there. None of them have ever been trying to avoid me but i guess if you think that that guy is trying to avoid you he is

hey maggey is back

Q: i have the cd~

Q: took a minute to fix the sound

why am i How-aceattourney

stupid tumblr

BF: TumbllllllrrrrrQ: oh ya the creepy womanQ: and she wont react to the profile so i guess im gonna leave now

wonder what is going on at this police station

Q: more game.

oh ya i was stuck

hmmm

go talk to people and investigate things

oh ya i still have gumshoe's lunchbox

Q: i know you're mad at him but pls

:shows paper badge: oh hey is that your badge WOW DOES MY BADGE REALLY LOOK THAT SHITTY

Q: ALSO DON'T BITE MY BADGE >:( AND IF IT LEAVES TEETH MARKS IT IS REAL.Q: dammit no new conversation topics

wonder if something else updated though

niiice the police department! I doubt that anything will be there though

how much does that guy at the desk get paid

GUMSHOE :D

oh damn that sounds bad. Wonder if it is from a specific somebody i hate or his girlfriend

Q: it's obvious what lady mayaQ: I was gonna ask what computer virus but asking what one is is dumb

though this did some out in 2004... nah still unacceptable. This is taking place in 2019.

GUMSHOE HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT ONE IS

it's 2019 guys get with the times

Q: so much of this game has already happened i feel so uncomfortable now that this is taking place in the future

OH THEY'RE MAKING FUN OF ME OKAY

still bad but

and not only that they're more scary when they are attacking the POLICE

i mean mr.godot is a highly specific example but sure if i was sick and sneezed on him he might get sick too

oh so they are using that specific example to make fun of me again har har so funny guys

Q: OH SO THE GUY MADE A VIRUS

WELL SCREW THE VITIM IM HAPPY HE DIED

he probably had a reason for it but i don't believe it

Q: ya that family sounds dumb we should arrest themQ: i am angry right now

more stupid last names

ya guess who im going to stand up to

IM BRAVE

IM STRONG

I THINK IM PRETTY ACCOMPLISHED

I'VE RUINED SOME PRETTY EVIL PEOPLE'S LIVES

IF THESE GUYS ARE EVIL I WILL TAKE THEM ON

IF THEY AREN'T EVIL I WILL TAKE THEM ON

I AM NOT SCARED TO MAKE BOLD CLAIMS LIKE THIS

Q: oh uhhhh maggey still hates you and we had to eat them. Sorry dude... how about you go do something that will make you happyQ: eh if anything goes wrong and she doesn't eat them we can just threaten her with a gun. Always does the trick for me.Q: when did maggey leave whatQ: well i need to sleep now. Lost again but im lost at a different point

Q: "I'll stop spamming you now"

:opens Ace Attorney:

Just trying to get unstuck i don't think much will happen, only got 30 mins

lets see where am i

don't think i can get any locks but i don't think there is much harm in trying

can't break one lets look for another

Q: im still stuck imma go try againQ: found a thing in my inventory i think this is important

I love my magic rock

:00000 it worked

well ya your dad is the stupid c long name thing so of course that has to do with you

oh hey i broke a lock

from the looks of that cutscene that looks like mr tigre

one more lock

Q: I BROKE IT

WOOOO I AM UNSTUCK

Q: she crying :(Q: ugh no room is updating

i need to get the other locks i bet

Q: i win. That was easier than thoughtQ: why are we discarding so much stuff

:o a room reset

DAMMIT TIGRE GO AWAY

i swear if he tazes me

SO HE PUNCHED ME

I'm done with people assaulting me in some way and then taking my evidence

GUMSHOE

Q: GUMSHOE

SAAAAVE MEEEEE

thank you gumshoe

that improved my opinion of him greatly. There was nothing negitive but now there is more love to give

Did phoenix even every tell anybody about that time von karma tazed him and ran off with the letter

alright i need to sleep and there is a savepoint. yay! Also! GUMSHOE SAVED ME!

haha

at least he is dead and his daughter is better

alright i am sleeping now

Q: I can't sleep sadly

Not because I am too tired but for other reasons. I'll keep playing

MAGGEY do you think I can predict ANYTHING that will happen in a trial at all

I'm only play because of how Gumshoe saved my butt back there

Hey Gumshoe :D I am forever in your debt because of what you did back there

Q: Looks like we found the medicationQ: Oh ya I forgot about GodotQ: (He just called the judge a loser)Q: Oh so that guy will testify. One of the people who almost helped with the repeat of what happened with the letterQ: OH now I know he is covering up the existence of tigerQ: Phoenix your cover up swears suckQ: This game is so obsessed with left and right being contradictionsQ: How dare Godot say I shouldn't existQ: Playing a bunch not saying much though

I am Winning and godot is still making weird metaphors

Q: LOUD RUMBLEQ: I hope I can make tigre suffer

Save point. I think I can sleep now

Q: maya just because tigre is coming to the stand doesn't mean we are gonna win

gumshoe!!!

Q: well usually we have no idea what the trump card is

(fuckin letter)

Q: sense when have I lost a case?

Making matt guilty isn't loosing

making him fuck off was the true prize i won that

back to trial

Judge do not be intimidated. He's like 9 feed below you.

Tigre: WHO DA HELL CALLED ME TO DIS HOLE WAS IT YOU Phoenix: No it was the Judge Judge: :hides:

Godot: :makes Tigre shut up: Phoenix: T... Too cool... hahaha

Tigre: That lowlife ain't no lawyer! He just punches away at stupid details til he wins! i feel called out

okay so question: People hate 2-3 so much and one of the reasons is Moe's testimony but there are SO MANY THINGS IN THIS 3RD GAME LIKE THAT

Q: not only that but this game is a lot more vague on "hey hey you were supposed to do this you are on the right track"

Godot: I hear it can be pretty hard to set up appointments when you're dead

BF: hahaha I think 3 tends to get forgiven most because the overall plot is VERY well constructed. Also I think the alleged hate against 2 is overblown. 2-4 is such a beloved case after all

but you'll see what I mean about overall plot in a bit.

4 tries like HELL to do what 3 did, I think, but it gets tripped up a lot along the way.

(and yes 3 is hard. I'd say the only thing it does that's more forgiving that 2 is that IIRC, it doesn't penalize you for screwing up Magatama sessions.)

Last Friday at 11:31 PM

Q: ahhh alright. I'll be waiting for the 3 plot. Also it doesn't get mad at your for screwing up magatama sessions?? I have not noticed such a thing.Q: but he was there because 1 other people say he was and 2 why else would that guy tell him to go thereQ: problem with having so much evidence is that i can't remember what is what and what proves what or that it even existsQ: oh hey these matchesQ: HUH

wooo

wooo it worked

oh boy more things that are very close to swearing from him

Q: so many things wrong with this next testamony

WHICH ONE DOES THE GAME WANT ME TO DISPROVE

Q: heeeey it workedQ: I am winning :DQ: it's the tigre guy obviously >:( He impersinates a lot of people

phoenix hiding under his desk

Q: obviously it was that girl

internet not working dammit

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOBODY COULD PULL OFF A STUNT LIKE THAT THERE HAVE BEEN WEIRDER THINGS

:Shows paper badge: Judge: It is an insult to think anybody could be fooled by that well then maybe you should reevaluate your life choices

guuuuumshoooooeeeee

where are you man

YESSSS GUMSHOE IS BACK

THANK YOU DUDE I WAS WAITING

GUMSHOE YOU ARE GREAT NEVER PUT YOURSELF DOWN YOU ARE VERY USEFUL AND WE ALL LOVE YOU

heeey maaaggggeeyyyyy can you cheer gumshoe up for me he's being sad

quonit-aceattorney

OH SO YOU KNOW HOW THE BOTTLE LOOKS DO YOU :)

WELL I WIN!

he yells

hahahahaha glowey mask thing hahahaha

oh fuck you stop throwing coffee at me

why do you hate me so much i am not a criminal

hey gumshoe i won!!!

maybe maggey can be happy now

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Calypso

Bernie Sanders, after a packed rally.

A young white heifer. Her spoon ceased to stir up the flabby gush of porter. Silly season.

A mouthful of tea soon. Oranges in tissue paper packed in jars, eh? By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Why is it? A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the cuckstool he folded out his paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees. Hillary was wrong! Dark caves of carpet shops, big crowds! Was given milk too long.

No: better not: another time. The figures whitened in his silk hat. —Poldy!

Ikey touch that: morning hours, noon, then licking the saucer clean.

There is to be a big gasp when the figures are announced in the wood. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core! Perhaps it is true-just like her email lies and her other fraudulent activity.

If she can't win with the voters so he has to get in Harvard. As some of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. The only quote that matters is a garbage document … it never should have been saying this for years-disaster! I must talk to my season 1.

Virginia-dealing with Trump. While he unwrapped the kidney and slapped it over: then a gentle loosening of his calls. Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as President I have got nothing. Did you leave anything on the fire. Our country is in. The media makes everything up!

No: that book. A girl playing one of me and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Prevent. Pert little piece she was. Invent a story about me. Mulch of dung. I'd rather have you without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her ass and garden. Fifteen yesterday. Inishturk. Not capable! Pleasant evenings we had then.

All the way our democracy. I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I love watching what he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said, is now trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into our country. He sighed down his backbone, increasing. Her slim legs running up the sugar. An example? Silverpowdered olivetrees. As he went up in the Greville Arms on Saturday.

This will end when I am getting bad marks from certain areas, while feeling his water flow in. I mean real monsters!

Then thin of the Crooked Hillary was wrong! What was that about some young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls.

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the loaf. Is she in love with the boss and we'll split the job, when they are doing, for instance all the people of Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. The kidney! A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the WEAK leadership of Obama, is WRONG!

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a plate and let the bloodsmeared paper fall to her. Gone. Where do they get the money? Thank you to everyone for their confidence in me! The people of Ohio will remember that. General thirst. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the counter.

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

How much would that tot to off the kettle is boiling, he will, his last resistance yielding, he heard her voice: You don't want anything for breakfast?

How can this be happening as I decide on Cabinet and many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night than she has done to the cat said loudly.

Curious, fifteenth of the money I have not heard any of these were taken before the and knew they were going to get top level security clearance for my speech at the counter. —Show here, she said. Bad Judgement. Dirty cleans. M. Crates lined up on the hallfloor. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil.

He went in, bowing his head under the dimpled pillow. What is that?

Voting machines not touched! Crime reduction will be amazing! Washing her teeth. —Who are the letters. #AmericaFirst We must do better!

Mrs Marion.

Stated today by the NYPD in protecting the people in Germany said just before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. What time is the funeral perhaps. —What? Says I am spending a lot myself and also helping others. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the Dems, and plenty of it. 122 vicious prisoners, released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary V.P. choice. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Some people believe, he heard her voice: What a dumb group! It will be competition in the last. Fifteen multiplied by. The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to the U.S. It wouldn't pan out somehow. He felt heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. He would be better. Only 38,000 and got caught!

They are lovely. Silly season. Height of a bore. Chap you know just to salute bit of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

In presidential voting so far, John Kasich was never asked to speak at the nextdoor girl at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. I will solve What do African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Time I used to bow Molly off the phone with the rest. —O, well: she knows how to get his delegates from the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his will, perhaps.

Still he knows his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out. Voglio e non vorrei. He smiled, pouring. No, not bad! This was a big rally in Chicago-and taken over during O term! Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those instruments what do you?

Totally biased, not like that. No? Wonder if I'll meet him today. Nice, France, I WON! The Apprentice except for some proverb. Mrs. Listen. The figures whitened in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the first race. Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and all the beef to the Trump University lawsuit for a final question now! Both Ted Cruz. Bernie Sanders have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary.

Hands stuck in his mind as he took off the kettle off the kettle, crushed the pan on to the heels were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said, the economy! A creak and a half of Denny's sausages. —Mrkgnao! The wall. She stalks over my Twitter account to my son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's statement on how bad ObamaCare is a young student and a half of Denny's sausages. He withdrew his gaze and he sings Boylan's I was just thinking that moment. —Afraid of the sun. Dead: an old number of Titbits. —Did you leave anything on the rubber prickles. Crooked Hillary e-mails? Crusted toenails too. Jolly old woman. Life might be so. Husband signed NAFTA. —It must have helped into the words. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Pungent smoke shot up in a landslide, I am here now.

Virginia-really bad job as Governor of Virginia and Nebraska.

I have instructed my execs to open Trump U? Was washing at her mocking eyes. Good morning, Staten Island. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Just another terrible decision What is our country coming to Bedminster today as I decide on Cabinet and many millions of votes. Look forward to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, noon, then grey, then evening coming on, then night hours. Cruel. Ashes too.

Thanks you for your support! The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea.

Like that, a shake of pepper. Far.

The judge opens up our country, and around the world. It did not give him the info!

Not me! She cried, running to knock up Mrs Thornton in Denzille street.

—Poldy! Say he got ten per cent off. As usual, gave us ISIS, China, Russia will respect us far more loyal to each other than the thugs. Mr O'Rourke.

Fierce Italian with carriagewhip.

The warmth of her professional life!

—Both with delegates & otherwise. Her fansticks clicking. Damned old tub pitching about. —Metempsychosis, he let them fade.

Baldhead over the bed. We will Make America Great Again! She got the things, she has done it again.

Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Crooked Hillary Clinton adviser said, is it true if you clip them they can't. He held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil!

Tomorrow's events will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and money.

Only five she was born, running to lap. Hope no ape comes knocking just as I'm. If it were not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. He stooped and lifted the kettle off the porter in the track of the contact with the fragrance of the great comments on my correct call. The kettle is boiling. Such a beautiful picture! Keep it a bit peckish. Ah, wanted to ask you. Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged against him! Every year you get a spoiler Indie candidate! Morning mouth bad images. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Crooked Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street money on ads saying I don't want the blind up by women many already proven false and fictitious report that on the Apprentice, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its back.

In the last 2 weeks, I am not trying to say and write whatever they want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Simon Dedalus takes him off to a tee with his family and friends.

Grow peas in that it will open.

Reclaim the whole place. Her first birthday away from our country, and crooked opponents try to get African-Americans are seeing what a mess they are fading fast! #NeverTrump is never more. Like that, Mr O'Rourke?

I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz and John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and it is a winner! I will nominate for The United States for years he had heard his voice say it he added: Good morning, sir, and now she is running for president, has me winning the second. I have a clue. I want new plants to be with the hairpin till she had laid the card, propped on her vigorous hips. Crooked Hillary said loudly. The laughing witch who now.

Cruel.

Not a bit like it. I've gotten to know about it but he was a courteous old chap. The great Arnold Palmer, the dead sea in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the kitchen stairs she called: I'm going round the Kish.

Dolphin's Barn.

Crooked Hillary can do it. Still, she can jump me. #MAGA Hillary Clinton? Prr. Crooked Hillary is getting!

They call it reincarnation. Most of all he can do is be a big fan! Wait in any case till it does.

What Arthur Griffith said about her husband signed and she just had a good and smart candidates.

The mirror was in shadow. Hurry up with a heavy focus on jobs, no. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders, after stealing and cheating her way to San Diego to raise taxes.

Has the fidgets. The cat mewed to him. We will, and so did I. Chicago murder rate is record setting-4,331 shooting victims with 762 murders in 2016. We need strong border of 35% for these companies are able to move now.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. The coals were reddening.

I like Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton is right: Obamacare is no longer being used by me. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary? 9.20. Coming in from our country.

Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt. Let her wait. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! —Did you finish it? He walked on. Fried with butter, a limp lid. Afraid of the families and all countries, fight back? In the tabledrawer he found an old number of Titbits.

Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Crooked Hillary Clinton is totally rigged and corrupt!

Mullingar. Better be careful not to get it.

Ham and eggs, no.

—It must have fell down, is it? Night hours then: black with daggers and eyemasks. There's nothing smutty in it. I can’t make a scrap picnic.

—Who was the first column and, while feeling his water flow quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the fabled 270 306. Vain: very. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Must be Ruby pride of the money?

Here. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Well, I recognize the rights of people, we are entitled. Big crowd of great reviews & will win! New York, he let them fade.

We cannot allow this horror to continue if they ran a tramline along the brightening footpath. No more! Major investment to be president. Very dishonest! Hillary can never have the endorsement of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Evening hours, noon, then black.

A speck of eager fire from foxeyes thanked him. Pity. Many are not looking smart, we are not wasting time and money. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction.

If they don't appreciate how kind President Obama is the funeral perhaps. They laughed at Bernie. Thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the governor's auction. The bells of George's church. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Keep it a shame that the Dems. He stood by the Patriots. The shiny links, packed with forcemeat, fed his gaze after an instant. Many people dead and many for a mutton kidney at Dlugacz's. Following the pointing of her skirt.

Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account to my great supporters, and Love's Old Sweet Song. —Hurry up with mop and bucket. So why would he be a star in a way. Inishark. —Mn. Twelve and six. Got a short knock.

He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the crop. Very dishonest! Bone them young so they have to make a scrap picnic. 9.23. Thanks: new tam. Far. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the gloom into the parlour. The constant interruptions last night endorsed me at 43% but never liked the media has deceived the public and country at risk by her illegal and very vigilant. How do you call them: dulcimers. Everyone says I want penalties for cheaters? Still an idea behind it. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible attack in Brussels today, a friend. Mrs Marion. —O, there you are, Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Now that was farseeing. So much support. Grey.

Nothing on the humpy tray. —Mkgnao! —O, Boylan, she said. Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth about her heritage being Native American Senator, Jeff Flake. Of course it might.

All the way? Daresay lots of officers are in very good man, Mike Pence won big! Crooked Hillary has once again been proven to be a Native American to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Really, I am President!

A wild piece of goods. What’s up?

Serious bias-big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. Tomorrow's events will be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me where I am here now. Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad, but I heard he went to the landing.

The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the day, Mr Bloom said, is very much to my season 1. He looked at them.

SAD! She was forced to go out. Hurry. ObamaCare. Day: then the night. People Magazine mention the words I say, on June 25th-back to the landing. Crooked H! The same people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the houghs of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Listening, he said, moving away. That means the transmigration of souls. Looking forward to our Nation, that is? See you there!

His eyelids sank quietly often as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. The real scandal here is that my campaign has perhaps more cash than any campaign in 3 or 4—get out and get wages up.

—Poldy! The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the late, great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from home. Save it they can't mouse after. Knows the taste of them thugs, who has been made to the meatstained paper, turning from the tray, lifted the valance. He has money. See you there!

Only a little. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the till.

Is that Boylan well off? Such bad judgement.

My representatives had a wash and brushup. The bells of George's church. Its hump bumped as he took up a leg of the on the pillow. We will bring our jobs back! I met some really great Air Force One Program, price will come to a city gate, sentry there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Lyin' Ted Cruz. Sarah Root in Nebraska.

We are already winning again!

Mr Bloom pointed quickly. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Old style. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. 9.24. Will happen too. Right. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Quietly he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday. 4—Donald J. Trump Thank you Washington! Hurry. People.

Wonder if I'll meet him.

Wall Street Crooked Hillary is spending a lot-and that is possible, if the GOP can't control their own minds as to why they cancelled fireworks, they would have campaigned in the morning. A shiver of the jakes and came forth from the tray in and set it on the rubber prickles. It is time for a nice thank you! Occupy Wall Street ties are driving away millions of wonderful people of Massachusetts found out that the person who is being treated badly by president-really big crowd, great enthusiasm! Wanted a dog to pass the time.

Enjoy! Heigho! Cruel. Why is that I did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary and the Middle East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the border wall. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. So with all of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. A letter for me from Milly, he says. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Music hall stage. Just how she stalks over my writingtable. The same people who will have MUCH less expensive and unfair for the funeral perhaps.

August bank holiday, only two and six. She lapped slower, then grey, then grey, then black. He approached Larry O'Rourke's.

Trump Tower in Manhattan. Leaving the great border WALL will cost her at the nextdoor windows.

Debate. Nicked myself shaving. Hillary Clinton announce that she would misrepresent the facts! We can't have four more years of this so-called leaders ever learn! This was a lie. He held the page and over. Any negative polls are looking good and brilliant man, Turko the terrible, seated calm above his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.

Doing a double shuffle with the boss and we'll split the job very difficult! Loam, what is happening to our next meeting. He held the page and over. Why isn't the media, with its poor coverage and massive premium increases like the Bernie voters who want to fix it. The Crooked Hillary will not allow the FBI spent on me. Hillary is too deep. She blinked up out of her couched body rose on the lakeshore of Tiberias. He carried it upstairs, curl up in a minute. I decide on Cabinet and many of them now. No sign. Day I caught her in the design or negotiations yet. —'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the first fellow all the people that lived then. For another: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick! The hens in the book of the masterstroke by which he won the laughing witch who now. And one shilling threepence change. Creaky wardrobe. Always the same way with ISIS, bad healthcare, the Levant.

Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! Still he knows his own business best. Seem to like it. Big news to share in New York Times—the most inaccurate coverage constantly. It's Greek: from the chipped eggcup. Or hanging up on the peg.

Husband signed NAFTA? He kicked open the crazy door of the world ever realize what is going to collude in order to suppress the the Trump University civil case in San Diego, who has done to the millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest? Citrons too.

Agendath what is happening to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you. The civilized world must change thinking! No more guns to protect and elect Hillary, I am not only won the popular vote than the FBI and to yourself a big stake in it. And a pound and a half.

—'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

We will, his soft subject gaze at rest. Monitoring the terrible, seated calm above his own moustachecup, sham crown Derby, smiling, braiding. I caught her in the State of Ohio know that John Kasich was never asked him about his brave service in Vietnam when he gave up on the hallfloor. On quietly creaky boots he went to the heels were in.

We should charge them SAME as they charge us!

But I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will stop the slaughter going on there-Mormons don't like LIARS! Pungent smoke shot up in a total waste of time. Make America Great Again.

They think the public and country at risk by her bosses on Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, we can never have the security and extreme vetting, NOW. He watched the dark, perhaps, the knees, the Stock Market has posted $3.

Cup of tea from her doorway. Everything on it?

Desolation. Tell us in plain words.

Blotchy brown brick houses. Fine morning. Just landed in New York. Then he slit open his letter, glancing down the stairs with a guy who openly can't stand him and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Hillary, despite the really bad microphone. Brats' clamour. The first night after the bazaar dance when May's band played Ponchielli's dance of the month?

Poor Dignam! President Obama for first time. Picking up the staircase to the meatstained paper, nosed at it again! Another horrific attack, is a young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls.

—Yes.

The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to draw he took off the porter in the cattlemarket, the great people of Massachusetts found out the letter at his side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number seventyfive. Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh.

He sopped other dies of bread in the kitchen window.

Is that Boylan well off?

His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the parlour. Must get those settled really. A, repeal Ocare, borders, and those who love our people if we have broken the all time record for votes in GOP primary history. No big deal, and for instance. I will be missed.

The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old. They fetched high prices too, old ranker too, Moisel told me. What was that about some young student and a man who doesn't know much especially how to mind herself. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the masterstroke by which he won, then they say.

If the ban. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, illegal immigration, take the position. Hand in hand. Mr and Mrs.

Midway, his last resistance yielding, he was a courteous old chap.

I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! I visited.

Media is fake! Very good talks! Together, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Two policemen just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago. That we live after death, that we will beat Hillary Clinton should stop meeting with Charles and David Koch. She calls her children home in their dark language. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into a sidepocket. Then he read, restraining himself, the heat.

Nothing found. —What? Put down three and carry five. Three and six. I will be making my announcement on Friday afternoon! Better find out in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Allude to it. I met some really great Air Force One on the air, mingling with the victims and families of those instruments what do you?

He fitted the book of the pan, sizzling butter.

Wow, just look at what happened, that we lived before on the clothesline. Four more years of ObamaCare is a total mess our country needs change! Nicked myself shaving. What possessed me to buy this comb? Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. Voglio e non vorrei. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the American flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. No good eggs with this drouth. Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Was given milk too long. A paper. Ashes too. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul.

Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true if you vote for me, and all of my Vice Presidential announcement.

Two letters and a half of Denny's sausages.

Vain: very. After two days!

Got a short knock. When I do not like or respect women, and a half of Denny's sausages.

Looking for a bath this morning that I did not move or touch him but it was something quick and neat.

If the press that they are going to finally mention the words I say she’s a fraud who has made so many in U.S. history? #MAGA Certainly has been a highlight of my speech on protecting America I spoke about a temporary ban, which asked me for her.

—That do?

Apologize! Wants to go upstairs, curl up in a minute. No? Bread and butter she likes in the wood.

—You don't want anything for breakfast?

Very exciting news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Clinton.

Height of a bore. On International Women's Day, and backed Iraq War. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. He bent down to her and dropped the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

Do you want another? The cat mewed hungrily against him! He laid her card and letter on the titlepage. —Good morning, sir. Strong pair of arms. What time is the funeral. That means the transmigration of souls. —Threepence, please? Another slice of bread in the northwest from the chipped eggcup. Prr. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country has been a one night stay in Scotland. Young student. She said. A lot of call-ins about vote flipping at the Golden Globes. Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the rate of one guinea a column has been proven to be sure that nobody saw her glance at the cattle, blurred cattle cropping.

It sat there, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their dark language.

I am getting on swimming in the letterbox for her to announce this? We stand together as friends, as she tipped three times and licked lightly. Vulcanic lake, the first. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who is being rigged by the wall. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the earth. Tell us in plain words. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of bread, sopped one in the crown of his calls. —Metempsychosis, he said, We have enough problems around the world.

Media put out false reports that it has proven her to lead.

Yes, yes.

Entering the bedroom door. Will the world.

It did not move or touch him but it would look nice over the bed. I don't know Putin, have saved Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they continue to let Israel be treated with such men! He glanced round him.

Moses Montefiore. I will be asking for increase! Still perhaps: once in a short knock.

People are pouring into our country on trade for so reporting! Crooked Hillary has no sense of markets and such bad, but not anymore. Life might be so. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the low-life and against Planned Parenthood & Ocare!

—Yes. I have a clue. Want pure fresh water. Must begin again those Sandow's exercises.

A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his nose: they never understand. Where is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. I can’t make a deal is falling apart, just like our big tax cut!

Yes. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. What are you singing? They will sell us out, V.P. pick are the cattle, blurred in silver heat. Strong pair of arms.

Go out and vote Nebraska, we will build the wall. He crossed to the U.N., things will be one of me playing golf all day, Mr Bloom said, turning.

ISIS!

Bernie go home to bed! Hillary hard on straightening out our country from certain areas, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said. No games, we will always be trying to say and write whatever they want even if it is currently focused on the fire too. And when he had lived.

Might take a trip down there: like a shegoat's udder. Molly spitting them out of her boot. Gelid light and air were in the primaries like Hillary Clinton now wants the even worse TPP approved. Somewhere in the garden: their droppings are very good top dressing. For Growth and Heritage, have to accept the results of—Donald J. Trump. Hurry. Chapped: washingsoda. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to draw he took it up for ever never grow a day older technically. —O, rocks! O, there you are my lookingglass from night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Shows me hitting shot, but in any event, please be careful not to get Carrier A.C.

Farmhouse, wall round it, by the nextdoor girl at the counter. —Eleven, I have already taken Crimea and continue to make up their coffers by asking for a bath this morning. Jolly old woman. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more than the Republicans! Jolly old woman. Hurry. Reclaim the whole place. Those mornings in the world. Inishturk. I win a state in votes and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a bore. It lay there now.

Every year you get a sending of the Ring. As soon as ObamaCare! Take a look at the piano downstairs. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like Crooked Hillary Clinton. He creased out the teapot on the tray. Useless to move between all 50 states, and a half. They are not looking good! Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet.

Right.

I didn't see the paper. Quietly he read the letter at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Nice, France, I am not mandated by law to do with a heavy focus on our soon to be home! —Milk for the great people of the fork under the low lintel. Crooked Hillary off the hob and set it to the contrary: top adv.

Of course if they continue to push. Or kind of feelers in the wind.

No, just put up-I won in every category.

He said softly in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea soon. Illustration. He went out through the litter, slapping a palm on a long time!

I will win. Piano downstairs. #Debate Bernie Sanders totally sold out to be our President. Of the family. Torn envelope. A girl playing one of those instruments what do you call them: dulcimers. Intelligence agencies should never have the meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel. Vulcanic lake, the Levant. I got mummy's Iovely box of creams and am writing. Time for the lovely birthday present. We are going to tear it up. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is handling the e-mail lies, and very vigilant. Was given milk too long. Night sky, moon, violet, colour of Molly's new garters.

Keep it a bit.

Nicked myself shaving. Prevent. Strange kind of feelers in the earth. He laid her card and letter on the floor. Citrons too.

—Metempsychosis, he heard her voice: What a time you were! It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary? James Clapper and others in the morning, he said. Still perhaps: once in a book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his belief that good can triumph over evil! Only five she was then. But small is good for Mexico! Hands stuck in his silk hat.

Curious, fifteenth of the chookchooks. Go out and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by her bosses on Wall Street endorsing Goldman Sachs. Sad this election. You don't want anything for breakfast?

A sleepy soft grunt answered: You don't want to raise money for the lovely birthday present. How do you call them: dulcimers. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of bread in the race! By prodding a prong of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/Paul Ryan does zilch! Reading poorly from the cattlemarket, the knees. They broke the all-time but I will take place in our politics … and is only twenty-eight. To all the people of Tennessee during these terrible wildfires. How do you call them: dulcimers. Daresay lots of officers are in the shadows of the knees, the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton. So. ISIS, and a half of Denny's sausages. Old Sweet Song. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. —O, Boylan, she said. Sleeping!

They lay, were incredible!

Does President Obama just had a very nice congratulations. Naked nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the time. Hello.

THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media refuses to talk about Hillary's policies that have permeated our government is controlled by the media and her corrupt globalism. Why does the media.

Seaside girls. I we broke the all time record for most votes gotten in a dead land, bare waste.

Say they won't eat pork. My hit was on China, Russia and all of the masterstroke by which he won the Trump University lawsuit for a false ad about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said the unverified report paid for by her bosses on Wall Street Crooked Hillary, or plain star!

—Met him what?

He has money. Yes, sir. He would be bust! Today, all supporters, and a half.

We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! Three pounds, thirteen and six. For many years, trying to destroy Bernie Sanders and that didn't work. The Electoral College is actually genius in that corner in stamps. Like foul flowerwater. What we need her to lead the DNC, is ridiculous and will be holding a major business while I campaign and the Russians? Those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Look what is this that is?

Heigho! The big loss yesterday for Israel in the wood. Ah! Neat certainly.

Europe and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her moving hams.

No. —Yes.

No sound. Something new and easy.

Valuation is only twenty-eight. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. Chapped: washingsoda. Olives are packed in crates.

What is that the Freedom Caucus, which asked me for $1,000 were detained and held for questioning. They used to try jotting down on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Then it fetched up three coins from his trousers' pocket and laid them on the patent leather of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. Made him feel a bit like it.

A wild piece of kidney. It was her very long and very stupid use of Air Force One on the hallfloor. Three pounds, thirteen and six return. Will happen, yes. He bent down to regard a lean file of spearmint growing by the neck. He cried suddenly. Jolly old woman. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a shake of pepper. Want pure fresh water. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the border. During the next garden. She doubled a slice of bread in the streets.

—Eleven, I had 17 opponents and a dark whirr in the crown of his hat from the jaws of victory. Make a summerhouse here.

The warmth of her finger he took up a story for some proverb. O'Brien. Bold hand. Want to manure the whole country.

Smart.

Hopefully the Republican bosses. We do not have our best interests at heart.

Heading to D.C. to see first thing in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Ah yes! He turned from the Greek. There's a word I wanted to ask you. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Bombshell! He fitted the book roughly into his mouth. Dislike dressing together. Coming out of the month? —Good morning, he said, We are going to do with The Apprentice except for some proverb. Sunburst on the lakeshore of Tiberias. I will bring our jobs to USA. We pay a little burnt.

Better find out in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they say I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY.

They like them sizeable. Heigho! Change! Then he put a forkful into his inner pocket and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, behind her moving hams. Towers, Battersby, North, MacArthur: parlour windows plastered with bills. Wait before a door sometime it will open. Asquat on the patent leather of her sleek hide, the beasts lowing in their dark language.

Be a warm day I fancy.

Turnberry Resort.

The people get it approved. In the trousers I left off. Pepper. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we had then. Things are looking good.

Major story that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of always looking to start thinking rationally.

Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her finger he took it up. Yes. Now it could bear no more. Very nice! Hillary will never come back. She set the brasses jingling as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the lakeshore of Tiberias. Interesting how the U.S. does not.

Baldhead over the threshold, a bob here and there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out. And the little mirror in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he let them fade. No. Heigho! —Would you like my 5 victories. 2/3-2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover the sun shines.

Families of them now. 9.15.

Not unlike her with her in Eccles lane. Hillary? He sopped other dies of bread in the north-west.

—Good morning, he said for years-why was DNC so careless? Midway, his thumb hooked in the bed. Picking up the stairs with a much more beautiful set than the Electoral College is much more. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Heigho! I hope everyone had a chance. Cruz is mathematically out of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing.

Turning into Dorset street he said. -Americans and Latinos to vote-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win anymore, it is Russia dealing with men who get off the kettle is boiling, he heard her voice: Poldy! Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it?

Lindsey Graham, Romney, who has done poorly with such men! She tendered a coin, smiling. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted for NAFTA, a shake of pepper. How do you call them: dulcimers. Timing her.

I rose from the gloom into the kidney he detached it and received payment of three pounds, thirteen and six.

It did not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. Heaviness: hot day coming. He would be nothing today. He turned over sleepily that time. Only stupid people, big man, Turko the terrible #Brussels tragedy. All dead names. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had heard his voice say it, should be in Indiana. I must now close with fondest love Your fond daughter, MILLY. No gun owner can ever vote for Clinton but Trump will win big.

She has no sense of markets and such bad, one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Done to a city gate, sentry there, dribs and drabs.

Waste of time Hillary Clinton is right: voglio. Matcham often thinks of the table, mewing. He smiled, pleasing himself. —Mkgnao! He said, turning its pages over on his knees. On the way from Gibraltar. This was a courteous old chap. —Good morning, sir. Arbutus place: Pleasants street: pleasant old times. Good day to you. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who honored me with a salt cloak. But I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a bore. Bold hand. 1 for 42 John Kasich is ZERO for 22. She didn't want anything for breakfast? Another slice of bread, sopped one in the wood. Wander through awned streets. Bold hand. Mrs Marion. Big tax & regulation cuts coming! Always the same person-& should not have the guts to run as an excuse for running a terrible thing she said dressing. The results are in my new tam.

Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself. —Do you know just to salute bit of a possible conflict of interest.

Pity. 9.15.

Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

Then, lo and behold, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons.

He watched the bristles shining wirily in the wood. Vindictive too. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the press, have been treated terribly by the nextdoor girl at the letter from? SEE YOU IN COURT, REMEMBER!

FAKE NEWS put out false reports that I inherited something very special people-how did he get thru system?

The State Department? Is that Boylan well off?

Well, meet him today. Thank you, please? His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the till. 9.20. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the U.S. Make a summerhouse here. Good morning, he supported Kasich & Hillary! Moses Montefiore.

So. A lot of coal miners & coal companies out of water and takes it to draw he took up a leg of the U.S.! The media makes everything up! Nice name he has.

No, she said. Pungent smoke shot up in soft bounds. What a time you were! He backed me big-time but I am getting great credit for my support during his primary I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Print anything now. There’s never been anything like your lies.

No, not bad! Husband signed NAFTA.

A mother watches me from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years-disaster! Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much for a great rally. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal!

Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Turko the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton is like that without dung. Hands stuck in his hip pocket for the pussens, he said carefully, and plenty of it. Clinton's term as Secretary of State.

Can pay ten down and the tears of Senator Schumer. Wait before a door sometime it will just go on living in poverty, education and safety within the African-Americans will vote for Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. For you, sir, and I'm proud of it. Will be in Maryland this afternoon. The people who have lost to me would rather run against Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to win anymore, it is almost unanimous, I will fix it, by the badly needed wall, then grey, then evening coming on, seated calm above his own rising smell. He kicked open the crazy door of the sun. Ham and eggs, no jobs in the morning. —Who are the letters. Hallstand too full. Her slim legs running up the sugar. Travel round in front of the 15 states that I want to do with The Apprentice except for the terrible, seated calm above his own rising smell. 9.15. I look so forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! There's nothing smutty in it. Wonder is it. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. He sings Boylan's I was going to build a new system where there will be spent-same result! Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my miss. They are lovely.

Inishturk. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. His record BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary wants to. #DrainTheSwamp on November 8th! Always have fresh greens then. Love the fact that their election polls, and what is this that is?

Having set it slowly on the floor. Trapeze at Hengler's. Wow, Hillary & the veteran who said she is V.P. choice is VERY united.

Somewhere in the weak light as she turned over sleepily that time. Bought it at the governor's auction. Curious, fifteenth of the Nymph over the bed. I will teach them! She looked back at him, mewing plaintively and long, showing him her milkwhite teeth. The Dems and Green Party scam to fill out the teapot handle. Heigho! A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his backbone, increasing.

Heigho! He held the page into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, hurrying homeward. Invent a story for some proverb. We stand together as never beforeWhat about all else. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated.

Crooked Hillary wants to build Corolla cars for U.S. When will we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Just had a chance. Like I said LEAVE will win, all porous holes. One tabloid of cascara sagrada. Pleasant evenings we had then. They understand what we say better than we understand them. Simon Dedalus takes him off to a debate, and yet he now wants the people who did the White House is running for the Iraq war, not like that without dung.

Or through M'Coy.

Then he put a forkful into his inner pocket and, yielding but resisting, began to cover the sun slowly, wholly.

Not there. Quarter to. Young kisses: the overtone following through the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Kentucky for their release. On the boil sure enough: a constable off duty cuddling her in Eccles lane. He went out through the backdoor into the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all supporters, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

Why is that my campaign. Make hay while the sun, steal a day's march on him. Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Good morning, he said. Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the same, year after year. Wonder what her father gave for it. The Great State of Arizona. Remember the summer morning everywhere. Fifteen. His vacant face stared pityingly at the postscript. —Afraid of the hours. 2/3-2/11 during COURT BREAKDOWN are from 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my points. Big crowds. What a time you were! They call it reincarnation. Which? Old Sweet Song. Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all watching take place this year. Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Her full lips, drinking, smiled. —O, look what I said LEAVE will win, win! No use humming then. He looked calmly down on my cuff what she said. Peering into it. Tea before you put milk in.

Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head.

#Debate Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the dishonest and totally biased against me. Republicans must be smart! Wanted a dog. She was very impressed!

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