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pikechris · 1 year

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people are sometimes surprised when I say that I actually like my job in a service station deli. well first of all this is ireland, 98% of customer interactions are polite and pleasant and the worst thing that can happen to me personally is when we get a bus full of teenagers who want chicken fillet rolls. or even worse, two in one day. happened this tuesday. but also i've found that it's actually perfect for my autism/adhd brain because:

I do the same things every day. there are tasks that have to be done every day and tasks that have to be done every week on a specific day. perfect. it's the thing others complain about the most, but me? just how I prefer it

constantly moving and doing something is what keeps me stimulated and staves off boredom aka the worst feeling ever. it gets pretty busy sometimes, which, ideal! I haven't had to touch a stim toy for MONTHS because I put all that excess energy to violently scrubbing dishes

I'm honestly the perfect employee because when I happen to have nothing to do I look for things to clean and tidy and shit and if that doesn't help I ask the manager for extra tasks to keep those hands occupied lol

re: previous point. I'm Fast so I always do everything that needs to be done, too. mostly because my brain takes the rules seriously and when the paperwork says I have to do something. well then I'll bloody well do it won't I. it says it right there. they like me because they know I'm reliable unlike the students who do weekends and even exceed expectations sometimes hah

clear instructions, love em. here I always know what to do and how to do it

the customer interactions follow a similar pattern and are almost always the same so I know what to say and ask and it's not stressful

sometimes people ask me where to find things and such and I Iove a) knowing things and being somebody who knows them and b) telling people about something I know, so it doesn't bother me

there's a whole bunch of safety compliance paperwork tasks like taking temperatures of food every hour that everyone finds annoying. but I love numbers and measuring things and statistics!! it's like ooh I wonder what's the temperature of this soup?? and then I stick a probe in there and find out and write it down! neat. tracking how quickly things cool down in the hot counter is entertaining

there's always 50 things to do at once. I will start 10 at a time. it works out fine. I can check the task list to see if I did it and tick it off. adhd kept in check ✓

others repeat the customers' orders to them to make sure they're getting it right so when I do it because echolalia & needing it to process the information, it goes unnoticed!!

I hate silence so the constant noise of the ovens and the radio and such are a good background noise. plus no one minds when I sing along to the radio as a stim because everyone does it, which is also why I feel safe enough to do so in the first place

no seriously doing stuff gives me energy, so I'm not tired after an 8.5 hour shift (this is even an observation others have made) and still can do the shopping, cook dinner, cook lunch for next day and be busy until midnight. something I couldn't do when studying, which was an energy drainer. huh

(I haven't had this much energy and motivation to do things since I was a CHILD. I'm not joking. I also haven't had a shutdown or anxiety attack or even a bad day in ages since I moved and started working. lying in bed depressed and feeling like I can't breathe? don't know her. also I can actually fall asleep immediately. my brain just shuts down. a feeling I haven't known for years. what is this magic)

I get to put things in the oven and make pizzas and bread and scones from scratch and generally do things I like and am good at and get paid for it! fuck yeah baking!!

I get to clean and put things in order and organise stock and the cold room and freezers and implement Systems and make things Full and GET PAID FOR IT

regular shifts 10-18, perfect, I don't have to get up too early either. allows for going to sleep at midnight and still getting the sweet eight hours

everybody is kind of doing their own thing most of the time and we're all busy so I'm not required to talk to my coworkers if I don't want to. but I can if I do. we all get along well. also good

sometimes I have an issue remembering how many fillings I put in that person's wrap if I wasn't paying that much attention but it's fine, if I charge them 40c less no one will know. there is no failing and no points deducted for a wrong answer. it's chill, no anxiety induced

I'm mostly on my own from 11:30ish until the end, the deli is my kingdom, I make the decisions, no one is in the way, I like it. I like it less when it's busy but I'm capable of handling it either way so eh *shrug*

i have a very good memory (when I do pay attention) so when there are regulars who order the same one or two things I remember them fast and now it's like. white wrap, peppers and plain chicken? and they're like. yeah!! :) I get to make someone happy with something so simple :)

sometimes people eat truly bizarre sandwiches and stuff and I get to internally laugh and/or wonder what the fuck is that. sometimes we actually do laugh about it after. it's fun

I'm also apparently the best new person they've ever had in this shop because I learn extremely fast so that's nice to hear lmao

i easily follow safety regulations such as wearing gloves at all times because dirty dishes and wet bits of food in the sink and raw meat and greasy utensils and sticky bread dough and the inside of the oven mitts are yucky to touch so that's another win-win for them and me

if not the company owner then at least the shop and deli managers are amazing. they will tell you to take any wastage you want without paying for it (because that is a stupid rule that exists that everyone thinks is nonsense and ignores. what's the difference if an out of date bag of crisps goes in the bin or is eaten?) just don't tell the boss, and will go out for drinks with you, and act like normal human beings who are a delight to work with

as a christmas bonus we all got a €50 one4all gift card which everyone thought was sort of shite and useless but are you kidding me? that means a free coffee machine. I got a free coffee machine with it. and a big discount on noise-cancelling wireless earbuds that are actually good and have a long battery life. amazing I'm telling you

yes we get the minimum wage but as someone who never worked or had much money I can live so well off of it? i can comfortably pay for rent and electricity and two grocery shoppings a week that aren't cheap, put a bunch aside, buy some treats online when I feel like it, go places every other week, and still have enough left. I flew to london in december just because. spent £130 on a concert ticket to the o2. I visit places that are a bit further away and stay a night or two once a month. I feel like I eat like a king when I have stuff like homemade bread with avocado spread, homemade cake, fresh strawberries and stuff for breakfast all the time. and that's just for cleaning and making sandwiches?? it sometimes feels unreal to me that I do it for money at all. it's like. housework. things I do anyway all the time at home. I have no reason to complain lol

anyway this is just how I personally feel :') but yeah I like working? who'd have thought. not me. I also feel like I'm the only one there who does. or anywhere really. because I'm so used to retail and service jobs being connected with annoyance and hate and doing them out of necessity etc etc... so I wanted to share that little bit of positive experience I guess. and needed to rant about it somewhere.

is it weird that working 42 hours a week in a shop improved my mental health? probably. but I also get it and can't believe I didn't figure it out earlier because. it's the moving lads. I'm in a constant state of busy. once I stop doing things and start lying in bed all day it goes downhill and the energy and motivation don't come back. but now? that's impossible. even on weekends. I can't put off the ironing because I need the uniform. I have to cook because I can't live on cheese toasties and the veg in the fridge is gonna go off if I don't use it. I have to travel because there's nothing to do in town except lying in bed all day. and once I make a Plan, not even the rain or having to get up at 6:30 to catch the morning bus stops me from following it. and I don't mean that in a stressful grind culture way, I mean it in a helpful actually-it's-pretty-slow-and-quiet way! I found a way of hacking the executive dysfunction completely by accident here and. it's a job

#personal #sofi.txt #ireland #neurodiversity #autism #adhd #audhd #note: I don't mind noises but i do have issues with auditory processing in loud places #so sometimes i do have to ask them to repeat the order because i heard shit #but it's fine #i copied the polite sentence patterns of my co-workers hah #it's fine it's fine it's me practising small talk and interacting with neurotypicals and '''fitting in'''#and about exceeding expectations just today i came into a bit of chaos bc my regular shift partner wasn't there #and what needs to be done every day is the tray up in the freezer where we prep rolls pastries fillets etc for the next day #someone has to be out front when that's done #and the managers were in the deli today totally ready to do other things as soon as i came in #and leave me to it #i said i'd do the tray up first #they were like. ok... you can #it's a trolley with 8 trays #i did it in 9 minutes #that's normal. that it takes me 10 or so minutes #but when i came back they were staring like. you aren't DONE are you?#i was like. yeah? i said i'd be quick #i love interactions like that lol. i can still surprise people by being good at my job #(one tray is for example 18 chicken fillets of 3 flavours that come in 3 bags which i have to pull them out of 2 at a time)#(or a selection of scones and pastries stored chaotically in bags on top of each other because there's no space)

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enygma0710 · 1 year

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Ten First Line Game

Ten first lines game!

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have (ignore if you’ve been tagged)

Tagged by @fierypen37

Thank you friend, for the tag and it took me longer than I expected to get this together.

Tagging @jellybeanficwriter @libradoodle1 @mysticmyllee @thescarletgarden1990

No pressure to respond and ignore if you want lol

"It was a cacophony of boxes crashing that startled Rhaegar from his leisurely read of the newspaper. “What the hell was that?” - Once in a Lifetime

2. "The door to her quarters closed behind her with a silent swoosh. Walking towards her desk Michael unzipped her captain’s jacket. She sat down with an exhale, the weight of the past months weighing heavily on her shoulders." - Remember Me

3. "“Hey, I told you it goes over in the black truck!” Sal barked at the weaselly looking guy pushing the trolley of precariously stacked boxes. Sal shook his head. Good, smart help was hard to find these days in Kings Landing. - Darkest Knight :The Cat's Cradle

4. “Thanks,” Jon reached over to help the waitress with the precariously balanced tray that held their mugs of beer. Theon and Robb appeared behind her, both removing their coats. - The Art of Cuffing

5. "The garage door opened with a creak. Jon looked up to see Grey entered from the side door into Robb and Margaery’s living room." -Terror Created Me

6. "That will be two pints of best, one banger and mash, two butterbeers, and one steak and kidney pie." The table nodded in unison. Shoving the quill in her bun, Ginny left the table to place the order." - Edgedancer of Madness

7. "Jon turned off the television and leaned back against the leather couch with a long exhaled. “What the fuck did we just watch?” -Underwhelming is an Understatement

8. The earpiece in his right ear chirped three times, “Go ahead.”

“It’s two clicks to the northeast, you should be hitting the perimeter in a few minutes.”

Jon tapped his earpiece and motioned his team to continue. -As I Gaze into the Abyss

9. "It looked like a bomb exploded, unleashing a clutter of pink, red and regrettably her favorite color purple regurgitated on every surface of the diner she was currently sitting in. Daenerys rolled her eyes at the heart decorations and the cherubic grin of the naked cupid shooting arrows at unsuspecting patrons." - Can you stand the rain?

10. The bustling streets of Kings Landing were heavier with traffic than she anticipated. Daenerys had thought that after a major holiday the roads and walkways would be less crowded but it seemed that everyone and their mothers had descended into Kings Landing to kick off the holiday season. - Damn Secret Santa

Well i'll be damn, just realized I have 11 posted fics, lol. Also I probably included more than the first line....so yeah lol

Again thanks for the tag and if I tagged you, feel free to ignore. I always say if you survived the early days of Ao3 commenters or fandoms in general. Nothing really phases you anymore.

Back to lurking and to my WIPs I go....

#tag game #my fics #enygmas fics #jonerys #hinny #jon x daenerys #harry x ginny #michael burnham x ash tyler #Au fics #hp fanfic #ST discovery fanfic #shit i write when my life isn't chaotic

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madam-wakefield · 5 months

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Open When...Chapter 10

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Summary:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 When a few years into their relationship Bernie is asked to go back to the army and deploy Serena isn’t sure how she’s going to get through the nine months without her girlfriend. What she doesn’t expect is for it to be her girlfriend who has the perfect set of surprises to get her through both the best and the worst days. Canon divergent - Elinor lives (well actually the accident never happens), Raf lives, and Cameron isn’t a total ass! The staff of AAU also probably didn’t all work on there at the same time in canon but do in this! The fic is already fully written with the first few chapters having already been Beta’d. 27 chapters including the epilogue. Hoping to post every Monday and Friday!

Open when it’s our anniversary…

Serena decides—unlike her birthday—to take their anniversary off. Her birthday was about her, but this is about them. She wants to be able to do things to remind her of Bernie, to connect with her girlfriend despite the distance between them.

She had already decided that she wants to spend the day getting a collection of photos that tell a story of the two of them to send to Bernie in a belated anniversary care package. She’s already sent Bernie a gift to open today, with a card and some chocolate, and a promise to buy her a proper present once she’s home, but she wants to do more. Bernie has done so much for her and she wants to make her girlfriend’s time away just a little bit more bearable.

She starts her morning with breakfast in bed, a tray laden with coffee, homemade pancakes and fresh fruit, strawberries for her and raspberries for Bernie. She takes a picture of the tray before tucking in.

Next, she showers, and can anyone blame her if she uses Bernie’s body wash rather than her own, letting the lather mix with the steam of the shower, the scent surrounding her like a hug. After that she dresses, wearing that blouse that Jason hates so much but that she can’t help but be fond of due to the fact she was wearing it, on this day three years ago. She gets Jason to take a picture of her, his face unable to hide the disgust at the fact she is wearing that shirt.

She turns to her gifts then; Morven had handed them to her yesterday at the end of her shift on AAU telling her to appreciate the next few days off and to enjoy their anniversary despite the situation and distance between them. She sits on the sofa, fingers brushing over the messy wrapping underneath her fingers. It turns out it’s not just wrapping gifts in taxis that makes Bernie’s wrapping horrific, but the smile the memory gives her of it is so very worth the awful wrapping.

She opens it gently, wanting to enjoy this moment and as the paper falls away and her eyes catch sight of the beautiful cream leather jewellery box below, she can’t help but smile even more because Bernie knows her so well. Serena’s jewellery box has been falling apart for so long, but she’s just never gotten around to replacing it. She doesn’t waste any time in taking it upstairs and filling it with the contents of her very battered one, before unceremoniously throwing it in the bin.

She goes out to the shop after that, picks up all of the things she wants to put in Bernie’s care package, putting all of Bernie’s favourite sweets in the package: First, Skittles, Jelly Tots, Maltesers, and, of course, Jelly Babies. She picks up two Snickers bars since she knows how much Bernie loves them. It’s chocolate Hobnobs that make it into the trolley next along with some hot chocolate sachets, knowing it won’t taste as good as the hot chocolate Bernie makes, but that it will help Bernie feel a little closer to home.

The pot noodles and the Bird’s Custard Powder make for the last of the food items, so she walks over and finds a puzzle book, knowing it’s not something that Bernie would ever consider doing when at home, but had explained to her that she finds useful for helping her mind wind down when she can’t sleep due to its own musing or the noise of the front line. Then for good measure, just in case Bernie has used, given away or lost the ones she took with her, she adds pens and pencils to the trolley. She takes it all home and packs it neatly in one of the care package boxes she’d brought just for occasions like this. She doesn’t seal it, however, knows she wants to add her own letter and some photographs before sending it.

She’s just getting ready to sit down for lunch when the doorbell rings and standing at her door is a delivery driver holding the most beautiful bunch of sunflowers that Serena has ever seen. She has to shake her head at the fact it’s the end of November and only Bernie bloody Wolfe would have been able to arrange for a florist to bring her a bouquet of sunflowers, knowing she’s chosen them on purpose because this is their third anniversary.

She goes to unwrap them, ready to find a vase, only to realise that the flowers were already in a delicate glass vase. Her girlfriend really is unbelievable, and what with the jewellery box too it really is too much. She places the vase on the fireplace, and it adds a beautiful splash of colour to the room. She snaps a picture of them, wanting to ensure Bernie knows just how beautiful they are, and that it was totally worth the effort of finding someone who could fulfil her ridiculous request.

She heads to Albie’s after lunch. She doesn’t need a drink, per se, but Albie’s has so many shared memories for her and Bernie that she can’t not go there on such a special day for the two of them. She only has one glass of Shiraz, a rarity for her, especially in Albie’s. Considering the time of day, the only person she knows is the bartender, who looks at her quizzically as she takes a picture of her full glass, but Serena quickly explains what day it is, and why she wants the picture and why she’s only having one. She’s got so much more she wants to do after all.

One of the last things she does is to go for a walk to the park she and Bernie so often frequent on a lazy Sunday morning when they are both lucky enough to be off work. It’s the perfect mix of quiet and busy, there are places where they can be around people, enjoy the buzz of others, but there are also plenty of areas where they can find space to be alone to enjoy it just being the two of them. They have a favourite bench, one they found totally by accident the fourth time they visited together. It’s surrounded by trees and Serena can’t believe how much it changes during the year. Right now, in late November all the trees are just about bare, but it still has an ethereal beauty to it. She sits and allows herself to think about how bloody lucky she is. She is the one who gets to call Bernie hers, and despite the fact Bernie isn’t with her, she can’t help but smile brightly.

It takes her a while to find the right angle to take a picture that shows the trees in their true beauty but in the end, she manages and it’s only then that she finally lets herself take Bernie’s Open When letter out of her coat pocket, removing one of her gloves briefly enough to slip the letter out of the envelope.

My Dearest Serena,

Three whole years together, 1096 days. Three years of being with the most amazing person in the world. I’m so glad of how far we have come during that time. I still remember the first day I saw you, getting cross at your mechanic, over the phone, because he couldn’t fix your car. I can still remember the way we slowly got to know each other after that, not without issues, but part of our story all the same. The way neither of us could be honest with the other about what we really wanted. I used to daydream about you back then, during the day when I should have been doing paperwork and at night while I was sleeping. I could never get you off my mind, hoping that one day you’d be mine.

Look at us now, a three-year anniversary and I couldn’t be more thankful for our relationship. All the precious moments we’ve had together, time we both treasure. There have been some tough times too, including the current situation, but we’ve made it through, because our love is something special and strong and we can make it through anything together.

The way I feel just being able to write you this letter is amazing, never in my life did I ever think I’d be able to have this with anyone, a relationship where I am so truly in love and am loved so truly that it makes my heart feel like singing.

I have never met another person like you, Serena, someone who is so willing to put me before themselves, who cares for me so deeply. You’ve made me realise the perfect person for me really does exist because it’s you.

There is no one else in the world that I would rather share my hopes, dreams and wishes with. I’m not saying we are without flaws, but I do know I am so blessed with what I have in you, to have a relationship built upon faithfulness, honesty, loyalty, care and love. You complete me, in a way I never knew I needed completing. I am so lucky that fate brought us together. I miss you so dearly and love you with every ounce of my being.

All My Love, Bernie,

Your Big Macho Army Medic x

Serena has to wonder how Bernie had the time to write all these letters, how she had time to pour her heart and soul out onto every one of the pages without Serena having any idea. She really doesn’t know but she is so thankful that she had, because the letter is just perfect and sums them up perfectly. She hopes that the reply she plans on writing later lives up even in part to what Bernie has written for her.

She forces herself to leave the park as it starts to grow dark. After all, she’s got a dinner reservation at an Italian restaurant with an extensive wine list. It’s the first time she’s visited since Bernie left well over three months ago. She’s shown to her seat by their favourite waitress, Sammie, who instantly inquires where Bernie is, and is as attentive as always while Serena takes time to explain the series of events that led to her celebrating their three-year anniversary here alone.

She’s usually a risotto kind of woman, but she orders the Pesto alla Genovese with a side of Arancini since it’s Bernie’s usual dish. But today it just feels right, her own special way of feeling that little bit closer to Bernie. Though, of course, she has to work her way a little further through the wine list. At the end of the meal when she goes to pay the bill, Sammie tells her it’s covered and to send their best wishes to Bernie, next time she contacts her. Serena wells up a little at the kindness, and instead leaves the cost of the bill as a tip for Sammie.

She climbs into bed a little over an hour later, wrapped in Bernie’s thick dressing gown, bluey and her favourite writing pen in hand.

Dear Bernie,

It’s my turn to write you an essay. Today is our anniversary and I have spent the day doing all of the things that remind me of you, with the promise that I will give you the best belated anniversary once you are back home. I have enclosed a series of pictures and I hope you will look at each one and read the short accompanying message.

The first was breakfast in bed, freshly made pancakes, strong hot coffee and fruit, the raspberries—while not my favourite—were my little addition, just for you. Then of course I had to wear my ‘horrible blouse’ as Jason so affectionately calls it, but can you blame me when it’s what I was wearing when Jason changed both our lives by playing cupid? I made him take the picture I’ve enclosed. I’m not sure he was too impressed but I’m hoping it will make the rest of the time we are apart just a little easier on you.

The jewellery box you bought me was beautiful, so thank you. I have already adorned it with my ridiculously large jewellery collection, and it fits beautifully upon my bedside table. I did have to laugh at your ridiculous wrapping skills though. I really do need to teach you before I let you anywhere near the Christmas presents next year!

I visited the supermarket then, such a romantic place on our anniversary, I know, but I wanted to get you some proper bits for this care package. Sorry, it’s not much, stupid 2kg weight limit.

I was just getting ready for lunch when the doorbell rang, how the hell did you find a florist to deliver sunflowers! It’s November! On a more serious note, they are delightful and add the perfect splash of colour to the living room, and the vase is just beautiful. I think it may already have become my new favourite so thank you for that. You truly have spoiled me even if you shouldn’t have.

Of course, it wouldn’t be our anniversary without a trip to Albie’s. I treated myself to the best Shiraz they have, though it’s still not as good as our best Shiraz, remind me to open a bottle to celebrate once you get home!

I visited our bench late this afternoon, just before dusk started to settle. It was a little cold but beautiful all the same. It’s where I opened your letter, knowing it was the only place for such a thing today. It was beautiful, and heartfelt as always, I’m still in awe of the fact you did that for me before you went away.

You know you really are something special. I’ve enclosed a picture of the trees; I can’t help but think they have an ethereal beauty to them in their bare state. They’ll be right at the end of blossoming by the time you come home. It feels like such a long time right now.

I finished the day with a trip to our Italian place with the wine list, it’s the first time I’ve been able to face the place since you’ve been gone. Sammie asked where you were and sent her wishes once I’d explained. I may have managed to cross three more wines off the list, though there are plenty more to go.

My day has ended sitting in bed, wrapped in your dressing gown writing this. You may not have been with me, but it doesn’t stop the love I have for you. I’ve missed you today but in a different kind of way than usual, I’ve felt close to you even though we are so very far apart. I miss you like crazy and know I will continue to do so until you’re home, and I love you more than words in a letter can ever express. Thank you for my gifts and letter again, I hope you enjoy your pictures and care package.

All my love, darling,

Stay safe, soldier.

Serena x

#Open When #Berena #Bernie Wolfe #Serena Campbell #Madam Wakefield Writes #Holby #Holby City #Buckle Fandom #Berena Fanfic #Berena FF #Berena Fanfiction #Holby Fanfic #Holby FF #Holby Fanfiction #Holby City Fanfic #Holby City Fanfiction #Holby City FF

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mydyspraxiablog · 9 months

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This dyspraxia have busy week I been do lots things Sunday went to church watch somethings we are church give use 20p each to keep but return back to church.

Monday and Tuesday went back to Pruegym do dancing really enjoy no not ball room dancing or script more aerobic Dance but keep dance to Barbie song thank to films.

Reward memberships for Coelicuk £21 if don't work.

Now there somethings hasn't told you I sponderchild with Compassion in Jesus name I having bit with Internet in Stafford Staffordshire for those don't know Stafford it close to Brigham I join Stafford 3U hope become member but receive noughting yet from Post what take Royal mail so long?

Now wonder how got Dyspraxia I was student at Stafford college and had visited mum friend she did assistance and said got Dyspraxia but people still things I rude. I not.

I stop shopping in Asda supermarket because wait at que paid for shopping in shopping trolley and waiting and waiting this lady took forever talk and OAP man lost patience push trolley in me and trolley went in mind and I got blame for some eles did so vow never shops at Asda again so because rude old man and that women having going at me I won't do music group in Asda again and won't shops again.

Before Covid hit I was shopping in Tesco and shopping in Asda left Tesco bag in Asda comimaty room and use Arriva bus with all milk and cat food and cat litter and cat tray and Gluten free food wasn't alwon put seat so have but in racket but seat down with mask on with NzHS hearing aids falling off every time put mask on but got wear on bus 🚌 even wear hearing aids nightmare. So there two assignment dogs and one weal chair this OAP came with raw meat 🍖 put on bus racket why push chair came so move let push chair put Pram with twin so with wheelchair and two assignment dogs this poor women saw shops wasn't going fold the pushchair with shops in racket so throw all Gluten free food cost £135 " Why have free bus fare when paid £130 for shops I didn't say throw all and my shopping on in market squre and stick v finger up some people just rude all because Austim child was still in push chair at age 8 years old better trying get child free trying lie say her child was 5 years old but child said " I not 5 am 8 years old mother you told me not lie" "So have paid extra took out me wrong place at wrong time " Now hasn't Arriva bus it old bang bus and

not very good serrive at all 101 firstpmt bus more nice buses then ours. ( sorry tell our is ) but worry about few things now can't use bus pass till 10am in morning and have be home 6pm because no buses and Sunday no 101 firstpmt and no no.8 bus 🚌 so been Grean is hopless at movements.

I haven't got money do shopping or going Rising Brook cafe and missing it but all know what happens there.

These are photo my drawing and Sunflowers hidding disabilities card of Dyspraxia and paint of Annabel and Sydnee both cats but both die missing them so much but does not help Googlr delete photo of Darcy border terrier dog and Annabel my pet cat because could not afford paid extra for more space on Google driver can't instead on window 11 as well so good job paid photo box.

Some company just selfshire.

So see the promble having dyspraxia I tide people having going me when someone eles falt so move on do next things but keep rowing with mum because want do Engish crouse at Stoke on trent college she won't let me say in Hanley won't be able find Stoke on trent college get lost. " Why can't do Engish crouse in Stafford college Newcastle-under-Lyme college or Lirchfield and cannock college because in evening Engish crouse and you can't drive in everning can't use bus because isn't one in evering but she won't listen and want me do art crouse in library with her.

I want join friendship chalet school club because missing the magazine but mum said No to that no to Engish crouse she want me stay in Stafford Town with isn't Town at movements it danger Town with all hazzon broken brick everywhere wose then 🇹🇷 Turkey.

Even when come New Northfield centre after do IT/art I cross rood side room it one way street let cars 🚗 past and walk cross road had stop because pot hold luck for another car stop and walk around the pot hold wish this pot hold in Stafford get fix.

#dyspraxix #sunflowers hidding disabilities #Arrivabus

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pravinkumarpk7865 · 9 months

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What are the different media options available for airport branding in the Madurai Airport?

Madurai Airport Advertising

Airport Ad Media for Brand Promotion

LUGGAGE TROLLEY

Luggage Trolley ads play important role in airport advertising.

CONVEYOR BELT

Conveyor Belt ads at Airport.

AIRPORT BILLBOARDS

Airport Billboards in India.

AWhat is the passenger traffic handled by the Madurai Airport on an average basis per month?

The passenger traffic experienced by the Madurai airport on an average is around 8.5 lakh people per month.

AWhat are the different media options available for airport branding in the Madurai Airport?

The various media branding options available for airport advertising at the Madurai Airport are:

Airport Baggage Trolley Advertising

Airport digital screen advertising

Conveyor Belts Advertising

Security Tray Advertising

Wifi Package Advertising

Newspaper Sticker Advertising in the Times of India newspaper

Newspaper Sticker Advertising in the Economic Times newspaper

Advertising in the Interior of a tarmac coach

Advertising in the Exterior of a tarmac coach

Advertising in the waiting/ lounge area of the airport

Advertising in the Security Area Hold of the airport

Advertising in the outside area of the airport

Advertising in the arrival area; and

Advertising in the departure area of the Madurai Airport.

AWhat are the available options for airport advertising in the lounge area of the Madurai Airport?

The available options for airport advertising in the lounge area of the Madurai Airport are:

Digital Vertical Standees

Tabletop Display

LCD with Sponsored Content

Mobile/ laptop charging stations, etc.

AHow many flights are catered to by the Madurai Airport on a monthly basis?

The average number of flights which fly in and out of the Madurai Airport are 9600 per month.

AWhat is the rate of advertising on the digital illuminated screen in the lounge of the Madurai Airport?

The lounge of the Madurai Airport has a provision of Airport digital screen advertising. The rates of advertising on one such screen is 31000 INR per screen per month.

AWhat are the rates of the other media branding options in the Madurai Airport for airport advertising?

To know about the rates of the other media branding options in the Madurai Airport for airport advertising, get in touch with us by calling us at (+91) 99538 47639 or by writing to us at [email protected].

AIs there a lounge in the Madurai Airport?

Yes, there is a lounge facility for the flyers in the Madurai Airport.

AIs the Madurai Airport an international one?

Yes, the Madurai Airport does have an international terminal. Besides connecting the city to the other major Indian cities, the airport is also connected to a few other international cities too like Colombo, Dubai, Singapore, etc.

AAre there other charges involved in the interior branding of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport?

Yes, there is an additional printing and mounting charge in the interior branding of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport which is not included in the rate chart of this media branding option.

AWhat are the branding options available in the interior of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport?

The branding options available in the interior of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport for airport branding are:

25-30 grab handles; and

8 static panels.

AHow can I advertise my brand on the exterior of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport?

The advertisement of your brand can be wrapped on both the sides of the tarmac coaches including even the windows of the coaches. The advertisement will be in full display for the entire duration of its operation which is 18 hours.

AWhat is the lead time for the exterior branding of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport?

The lead time for the exterior branding of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport is longer than the usual lead time for the other media branding options which is around 1 weeks’ time in general.

AWhat are the dimensions of these wrap ads on the exterior of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport?

The dimensions of these wrap ads on the exterior of the tarmac coaches in the Madurai Airport will be provided to you at the time of the confirmation of the airport advertising deal with MyHoardings.

AWhat are the dimensions of the design layouts to be pasted on the 3 sides of the luggage trolleys for airport baggage trolley advertising at the Madurai Airport?

The dimensions of the design layouts to be pasted on the 3 sides of the luggage trolleys for airport baggage trolley advertising at the Madurai Airport will be provided at the time of the confirmation of the airport advertising deal with MyHoardings.

AWhat is the minimum time for booking an airport advertising campaign at the Madurai Airport?

The minimum time for booking an airport advertising campaign at the Madurai Airport is 1 month, unless otherwise mentioned or stated.

AHow much tax am I required to pay for booking an airport advertising deal at the Madurai Airport?

For booking an airport advertising deal at the Madurai Airport, you are required to pay an additional GST of 18% on the rates of the different media options that you opt for branding purposes in the airport.

AWhat are the creative design formats for the submission of the design layouts for airport advertising of your brand in the Madurai Airport?

The creative design formats for the submission of the design layouts for airport advertising of your brand in the Madurai Airport are .cdr, .ai and .pdf.

AWhat are the guidelines followed by the Madurai Airport for airport advertising?

The guidelines followed by the Madurai Airport for airport advertising are:

The Madurai Airport authorities follow a strict code of rules for the design layouts of the advertisements. You are to follow each and every one of them closely, failing of which can lead to the rejection of the whole campaign altogether.

For a branding campaign to go live in the Madurai Airport, it takes around 3 weeks of time.

ACan multiple brands advertise in a single ad space in the Madurai Airport?

Yes, the Madurai Airport has the provision of allowing multiple brands to advertise in a single ad space.

AWhen am I required to make the payment for the airport advertising deal in the Madurai Airport?

You are required to pay in advance for the airport advertising campaign after the campaign is designed effectively, the availability of the ad spaces verified and your ad deal confirmed with MyHoardings.

AHow will I know about the successful completion of the airport branding campaign in the Madurai Airport?

As proof of execution, MyHoardings will share pictures of the ad spaces in the Madurai Airport with you which have been graced with your brand’s advertisement within 2 days.

AWhat is the passenger profile of the Madurai Airport?

The Madurai Airport is mainly visited by the corporate employees, the people form the MNCs, entrepreneurs from the small and medium enterprises and professionals from the Public Sector Units. Tourists also form a sizeable portion of the passenger traffic in the Madurai Airport, making it one of the busiest airports in the southern part of the country and thus, a suitable place for advertising your brand to capture the fancy of the highly captive audience.

AWhy indulge in an airport branding campaign in the Madurai Airport?

The Madurai Airport is expanding its services and its operations with each year. With the extension of the airport, not only will you get greater opportunities to engage in regional branding but also, invest in national branding at the same time. Investing in an airport advertising campaign in the Madurai Airport will expose your brand to the most affluent and influential people of the city and the state, ensuring a sizeable revenue generation and popularity for the brand from the southern-most state of the country.

How will MyHoardings help me in an airport advertising campaign in the Madurai Airport?

As an airport advertising agency, MyHoardings (Jugnoo Media Private Limited) enjoys nationwide popularity and confidence in airport advertising. The authorities of the Madurai Airport have given us the provision of exclusive rights to the ad spaces of the airport and thus, as an airport hoardings company, we enjoy a special status in the Madurai Airport due to our diligence and our professionalism. Our team at MyHoardings will assist you in each step of the way for airport branding at the Madurai Airport, curating your advertising campaign, and giving you the best solution that will be appropriate for your budget. Along with providing our clients with the most affordable rates and the best deals for airport advertising, we offer professional assistance and guidance from the scratch. Get your brand noticed to the right audience to get the desired sales and revenue generation from the airport advertising campaign at Madurai Airport. Just write to us at business [at] myhoardings.com or talk to us directly at (+91) 99538 47639.

#Airport Ads India Madurai #Madurai Airport Advertising #Madurai Airport Myhoardings

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motrcyclesblog · 1 year

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Top popular features of an Electric Barrow

Whether you wish to to transport your present tools, a location of hay or straw, or also cleaning after a dull jobsite, a stainless steel wheelbarrow great tool for that duty. Aside from helping you to get your do the job done faster, a power wheelbarrow can be safer to access. Unlike a common wheelbarrow, these vehicles are made of lightweight materials and from now on have brakes to aid control the barrow's workout sessions. They are also easy to move, which makes they all perfect for apply on jobs where you could load or unload heavy materials. They could be used to maintain equipment, such when snow plows or possibly paddock vacuums.

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Whether you want an electric wheelbarrow with regards to landscaping, gardening, or in the paid work, there are certain choices available. You may too find electric wheelbarrows that have a range of different features, say for instance a steel body trolley in addition to interchangeable accessories. These can be easily replaced demands carry a thicker load. Depending on your needs, you comes up the model that will best suits your family needs.

Top popular features of an Electric Barrow

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xenadesign123 · 2 years

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Modular Kitchen Manufacturers in Thane

Kitchen is an inherent part of every house and a place where a lot of time is spent and should be designed for convenience and functionality to look classy, stylish and contemporary.

Xena Design creates a well-planned modular kitchen where-in a large amount of storage can be created even in a small space.

Advantages of Kitchen Accessories :

Convenience : Cutlery Tray, Cup/Saucer Basket & Thali Trays specially designed for daily usage.

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Customization : Baskets to accommodate utensil of various sizes.

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captain-hen · 2 years

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911 CHARACTERS OF COLOR WEEK - DAY FOUR: FAVORITE MINOR CHARACTER OF COLOR

ravi panikkar: i get why he did what he did. i spent practically my entire childhood in hospitals. those doctors and nurses become your family. i didn't know that. it's not exactly fun party talk. it was chemo on the weekends instead of soccer tournaments. but those people cheered me on just the same. so, i get why he ran back into that building. to pay it forward. i guess that's why you do it, too.

[Image Description. 10 small gifs of Ravi Panikkar from 9-1-1. Each gif has a bluish filter over it. Gif 1: In a scene from season 4, episode 6, startled, Ravi drops all his books down onto the floor. Gif 2: In a scene from season 5, episode 2, Ravi looks at Buck and then at Chim with a wide smile on his face as he says, "You can just say 'Ravi'. Ravi will recharge it for you." Gif 3: In a scene from season 5, episode 4, Ravi smiles and shrugs as he says to Buck, "I like being me." Gif 4: In a scene from season 5, episode 4, covered in soot and sweat, Ravi sighs to himself as he turns to look at Buck, smiling. Gif 5: In a scene from season 4, episode 12, Ravi speaks animatedly to Buck and Eddie in the locker room. Gif 6: In a scene from season 5, episode 10, Ravi speaks to the driver of the trolley truck through the window, holding a clipboard as he says, "Sir, I'm gonna need you to sign these documents saying that you refused medical treatment." Gif 7: In a scene from season 5, episode 9, holding a tray of coffee cups, Ravi looks pleased with himself as he says to Hen, "Got a mobile order and walked in, and the drinks were waiting." Gif 8: In a scene from season 5, episode 6, after the prison brawl, Ravi sits in the hospital staring blankly at the floor. Gif 9: In a scene from season 5, episode 4, in Bobby's office, Ravi smiles softly at Hen. Gif 10: In a scene from season 4, episode 12, Ravi looks uncomfortable as he tells the detective, "I'm not really with them. I barely know these people." /End ID]

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intubatedangel · 3 years

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Cold Snap: Chapter 8

Sorry for the delay, it’s been a rough couple of weeks but I’m starting to bounce back a little. This probably isn’t my best, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Story Index

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Carl couldn't take his eyes off of Anna as they pushed the gurney around a corner. She looked... Amazing. The way she rocked back and forth, compressing their patient’s chest, making her ponytail bounce each time. Her face was a picture of focus, gaze locked on the young woman beneath her as she forced blood through Shona's ice-cold body. Damn, she was so gorgeous. The way she put her entire soul through her interwoven fingers, into those chest compressions that bent in Shona's ribs rhythmically. He could see she was doing what he had suggested. Putting her passion, their shared passion, into her efforts.

He took a moment, just one moment, to let a small thrill of pleasure shoot through him. Images flashed through his mind, memories of last night and ideas for when they got home. All the toys they could play with. He took a deep breath, first things first, get their patient back. He let out the breath as they crashed through the doors into Trauma 4.

They pulled the gurney across, lining it up next to the trauma bed. Carl let Anna maintain compressions, as the rest of the team unclipped the straps of the backboard. It was a small risk, but they couldn't get Shona into the vest that was spread on the bed while she was still strapped down. The vest was capable of keeping her immobilised, the reinforced back and its own means of being secured doing a close enough job.

"Let's get ready to move her, nice and easy now." Carl commanded, watching as his other nurses and the paramedic got in position. The ambubag was disconnected and dropped on the gurney as Dave gets his hands underneath Shona's shoulders, Kirstie gently supporting her head. Others held her arms and legs, kneeling on the bed so they could reach. "Ok, we're all ready Anna, we'll move on your call."

She nodded, her lips moving, as she started to announce her compressions. "43...44...45...46...47...48...49...50!" She finished, pulling her hands away and rising on one knee, un-straddling Shona's ghostly white body. Anna helped with the transfer, her hands beneath Shona's waist and thighs. They moved her over as fast as they safely could placing her on the already warm vest. Everyone could feel the contrast, between the heat of the water filling the ribbed plastic, and the chill of the flesh of the young woman they were trying to save. They all knew it meant they had time, but there was still a primitive part of each of them that was scared by that cold.

As soon as they placed her down Anna stood on a step and placed her hands back on Shona's chest, resuming her barrage, counting in her head once more, to allow Carl to give his orders. "Let's ready the combo pads, A/P positions in case we need to pace her, then we'll get her wrapped up." Anna kept going with her compressions, in the rhythm enough to be able to look around and watch as Trish tore open some sterile packaging and removed a pair of large square electrodes. Trish peeled off the backing of the first pad, revealing the thick layer of electro-conductive gel. Without being asked Anna raised her hands from the ice-cold sternum beneath them and grabbed the other pad. Like a well-oiled machine, Trish placed the first pad, smoothing the edges to make sure the foam stuck well, a split second before the others log rolled the young woman, allowing Anna to slap the other pad onto Shona's back, similarly fixing it well.

Shona was rolled flat, and Anna's hands immediately settled back in their prior position, though the pad was now between her fingers and Shona's flesh. It had little effect on Anna's compressions. While flexible, the gel was thick and viscous enough that it held its shape enough to allow the force of Anna's professional chest compressions to translate straight through to Shona's sternum, forcing it down and simulating a pulse as her heart was squeezed against her spine. Around her hands Trish was folding in the various panels of the vest and clipping them together, tightening the straps to provide a little bit of immobilisation.

Carl continued to run the code. "Roger, grab me the central line, with the temperature catheter. Kirstie get the monitors changed over; did you get anything from upstairs?"

"No luck on the full ECMO, dialysis machine is on it's way though." Kirstie told him, as she pulled the thick lead from the portable monitor, connecting it to the large one that hung above the bed. It instantly began to whine the monotone cry of asystole and was quickly muted. Everyone knew the situation.

Carl didn't reply to Kirstie as she moved onto the other parts of the monitors. He took in the information, then focused on his next task. He moved around to Shona's head, Dave shifting out of the way. Roger placed a sterile wrapped pack on the corner of the bed, then retreated to the side of the room, where a dozen IV bags were being kept warmed. Carl took the large wide needle from the tray, lining it up along Shona's neck. He pressed it against the large jugular vein, barely visible thanks to the girl's blue skin, then in a smooth motion he pushed it in, sliding the length of the needle neatly into the vein. He wasn't finished though.

Also on the tray was a 20cm long tube, with a spiral that seemed to twist around the thin core, and a bunch of connectors at one end. Carl grabbed it, feeding it into the large opening on the central line, easing it forward, into Shona's body, deep down the vein, towards her heart. Her heart that only moved because Anna was still pressing down, rapidly and rhythmically, squeezing the organ that refused to beat on its own.

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Anna was starting to feel the effect of her compressions on her arms as she crossed the 3-minute mark. She reached 100 in her head, then started over again, going for a fourth round. She could feel the way Shona's chest swelled against her hands as Dave squeezed the ambubag, forcing in air that was promptly forced back out by the actions of her own hands. The thick rubbery temperature vest surrounded the circle left for her hands, Trish having strapped it together, before working on the lower sections until Shona was wrapped up from her neck to her knees.

Anna watched Carl work, seeing his concentration as he slid the catheter into the central line, feeling the way it advanced, making sure it was going in correctly. Eventually the plug where it split into a half dozen connectors nestled into the port that stuck from Shona's neck. Two of the connectors were attached to a small device that began to circulate warmed saline, the device in turn was linked to the monitoring system and, after a few seconds of calibration, Shona's core temperature was displayed for the whole team to see.

"Core temperature of just 19..." Carl said, trailing off slightly with a frown on his face. Anna knew that signified he was thinking hard about a decision. It took a few seconds, then he gave a small nod to himself. Anna was pretty sure it was totally unconscious on his part. "Let's go ahead with the thoracic lavage, Roger, get me 4 chest tubes." Anna cringed internally, but she knew that it was probably Shona's best chance. Carl continued. "Anna, switch off after this round, Kirstie, you take over, Trish go ahead with the NG tube and then place a urinary catheter." It would be needed Anna thought, as warmed saline was being pushed into all of Shona's IV's, including the central line via one of the dangling connectors.

As her internal count approached 100, Anna began to count out loud again. "94...95...96" Kirstie stood up on a step on the opposite side of the bed and shared a nod with Anna as she wove her fingers together and straightened her arms. "...97...98...99...Switch" Anna finished, pulling her arms away. She stepped aside making sure she wasn't in anyone’s way as she shook out her arms, trying to recover quickly. She then set about the task that Carl hadn't spoken out loud.

In the corner of the room were two tall infusers. IV bags could be hung from the top, like a standard drip, but were instead fed into a console that managed the temperature, pressure and flow rate. Anna grabbed them both, one for each side. She placed them by the head of the bed, then headed for a different corner. There, she grabbed two chest drain units, carrying them to the bed, hooking one on each side roughly in the middle of the bed, just next to Kirstie’s legs as she leaned over Shona and delivered compressions.

In the meantime, Carl had almost gotten setup on Shona's other side, the small surgical kit laid out on a small metal trolley. Anna stepped forward, unclipping the straps of the vest and opening one side, revealing Shona's chest. Her skin was still ghostly white, the only visible colour being the soft blues and purples of the bruise forming in the valley between her breasts, caused by the compressions that continued to make her ribs flex inwards.

Roger had been waiting, an iodine-soaked swab on a stick in his hand. A moment after Anna revealed Shona's chest, he smeared the brown disinfectant across it, from up towards her collar bone, down alongside the soft curve of her breast, and over her lower ribs.

"Kirstie, hold compressions." Carl ordered, armed with a gleaming scalpel. As soon as Kirstie lifted her hands Carl lowered the scalpel towards the space between Shona's 2nd and 3rd ribs. He made a few decisive cuts, cutting through the layers of tissue. "Tube." He held out the scalpel, which Anna carefully took, while Roger slapped the chest tube into his other hand. Carl pushed the tube through the hole he had made, sliding it into Shona's chest, between her ribs and the front of her lung. It had taken 10 seconds since compressions stopped to get the tube in.

12 seconds later another tube stuck out, this one lower down between Shona's 5th and 6th ribs, basically on the opposite side of her lung. "Ok, Go." Carl said, prompting Kirstie to resume her barrage. The ends of the two chest tubes swayed and bounced for a few moments but were soon taken in hand by Anna and Carl and connected into what was effectively a loop. From the infuser warmed saline was pumped through the upper tube into Shona's chest cavity, washing over and around her lungs, providing warming throughout her chest, before draining out of the second tube into the sealed container. This container then fed back into the infuser, which would be able to keep the saline warm enough to be effective.

Carl monitored the loop until it was running through fully, ensuring the compressions were causing no problems. He nodded, satisfied. "Right, let's get ready to do the other side, Trish, take over compressions as soon as Anna has arranged the vest." Anna was already folding the vest back over, lining up the tubes to meet gaps and checking that nothing was kinked. As soon as she was done, she slipped around the bed and took position to repeat the entire process on Shona's left-hand side.

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Lucy had guided Jones through the triage area, gratefully handing the wheel chair off to a nurse who came to assist. Zainab also approached, having just finished an exam on one of the collared patients.

"Hey Lucy, who do you have for me?"

"Zee, this is Matt Jones. Spent 5 minutes in near freezing water. No signs of inhalation or injury, just moderate hypothermia. He's been responsive throughout, but I'd recommend a full exam and observation." Lucy said professionally, despite her weariness. They were guided into an empty cubicle and Jones was assisted onto the bed. Lucy leaned against a pillar relaxing a little as Zainab took a chart and started to note things down. "You might want to give psych a call." Lucy's voice carried a joking tone. "I'm pretty sure charging further into a sinking ship falls under crazy."

Jones smirked a little, leaning back on the bed. "I'd say the crazy one is the one who followed me after being told to get off the boat." He still sounded tired but was definitely recovering.

Lucy shrugged. "Someone had to save your ass. You'd be at the bottom of the river if I hadn't."

"True...True..." Jones smiled faded, his tone becoming a little more subdued. "I just hope it was worth it."

Lucy nodded, looking at the floor. "They'll do their best. Just like you did. You gave her a chance if nothing else."

Jones bit his lip, nodding, but his gaze had drifted away from her, staring at nothing. Lucy knew what he was seeing. A mental image of Shona, pale and lifeless. She felt the same way.

Zainab broke them both out of their solemn contemplation. "We should really get you out of those wet clothes Mr Jones, they won't be helping you to warm up."

Jones nodded, groaning as he leaned forward and started to fumble with his uniform. A nurse moved in to assist him. Lucy glanced at him. "I'll be back." She told him, before nodding to Zainab and the nurse. Lucy left the cubicle, initially planning to get a coffee, but with her mind she drifting she was a little surprised to find herself standing outside Trauma 4. Her eyes were drawn to the table. Tracy was performing chest compressions on the young woman on the table. The vest covered most of her chest, but Lucy could see the tubes running out through slits to the containers.

She could see the doctor tidying away the surgical kit and giving more orders. She could see Dave, still rhythmically squeezing the ambu-bag connected to the breathing tube, stood at the head of the bed. And she could see the monitor, that constant, unbroken line that proclaimed Shona's heart was still completely inactive.

#Resus Writing #Medical Drama #Anna Swift #CPR #Defib #Dark Cardiophilia #intubation

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lennydaisy · 4 years

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EPIPHANY SERIES // OUTER BANKS // CHAPTER THREE.

(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand. or suddenly become conscious of something that is very important to you.

“Care to seize the day, my friend?”

Outer Banks Season 1- FEM OC! and ?

Here’s the link to Chapter Two in case you haven’t read it already <3 Check it out!!

Babysitting isn't for everybody. And at the beginning, I didn't think I was for me either. They say every child is different and this job has proved that couldn't be more true. Call it delusion, but I thought babysitting would be the easiest job on the planet. Getting paid to look after someone's kid for a few hours whilst they run for the hills for a sliver of free time. Sounds easy enough right?

Wrong!

You need to have thick skin when it comes to babysitting. No matter how much the parents reassure and praise their kid for being a literal angel on earth. That said angel will call you a do-do head at least once whilst simultaneously having a tantrum because you told them no, despite how much they promised that their parents allow them to climb onto of the refrigerator.

The first time I babysat it was actually a baby I was watching. The mom wanted to get out of the house and away from the responsibility of her 6-month-old. She had graciously written up any and every scenario that could play out in the few hours she was gone. And I was feeling confident. Until I wasn't.

They wouldn't stop crying. And their special lamb, that the board told me to give to the baby when they were upset, ran out of batteries, and I couldn't find new ones anywhere.

They refused to eat, just spitting the pureed food back in my face. They also wouldn't keep their socks on and that was the last straw for my sanity. I understood now why the mom had been quick to run out the door.

I ended up calling Kie, begging for her to come and help. I don't know how she understood a word I said, I was practically hyperventilating over the line, staring at the baby who was crawling around in a fit of rage.

Kie was truly a godsend. She somehow fed the baby and managed to get them to sleep before the mom came back. It did result in me splitting my first wage with Kie, but I wasn't complaining, I was just happy that I made it out of that house with just a headache and not an external crisis. Though that did come later.

I've babysat an 8-year-old boy, who ran away from me in the park. I did find him eventually. After giving myself a hairline fracture in my right wrist from climbing the tree he got stuck in.

I've babysat animals before. That wasn't part of my non-existing contract, but the way they spoke about their pets was very humanlike. It didn't end well for me, it never does. It resulted in me holding four leashes of four overly excited Komodo Dragons. Just kidding. The refused to move and lacked any type of emotion.

'I took you guys to the beach, be grateful.'

Now, I know what you're thinking, Komodo Dragons? Aren't those Illegal to have as pets? The answer to that question is yes! But I didn't know that. Just imagine Shoupe's face when he saw me practically dragging not one, but four, exotic animals across the boneyard. It looked suspicious is all I'm going to say.

Turns out the two guys who asked me to babysit their dragons for them we're smugglers who purchased and sold exotic animals. Not good. Apparently, they were already under the police departments radar and the pair planned on legging it to the in-country hoping to change and clear their names.

That worked out well for them, I think? Nothing else was really mentioned of it after my dad collected me from the police station. They're still on the radar, I hope. If not then there are two brawny men out there that could come and kill me in my sleep for ruining their very illegal business. Look, If you are up to some suspect things, my dumbass is the last person you'd want to be involved. I will unironically get you caught.

That's how Ward Cameron had heard about my very pristine babysitting service. Noticing the little bit of trouble that always seemed to shadow me, he offered to hire me permanently as his youngest daughter's babysitter.

That was three years ago, and here I am still babysitting Wheezie.

"This is stupid," Wheezie complains, trudging behind me, pushing forward the shopping cart filled with lost items that we found on the beach.

Since there is no internet in Kookland, in other words, Wheezie's heart line is currently in critical care. I decided to venture outdoors with her for a change. Instead of just sitting around her three-storey clubhouse or in her four-acre backyard, I thought it would be nice to comb the beach of any debris that the hurricane brought along.

There was a lot of personal items that washed up on the beach too. Wallets, bags, photographs, books, clothes, wine bottles, footballs, toys, you get the gist. Most of them were ruined, either waterlogged or just completely useless. However, somethings just needed a good clean, and that's what we are going to spend our day doing. There is no way of telling what belongs to who, so we'll just turn them into the lost and found and hope they'll check there if it was important enough to them.

Our two trollies worth didn't even make a dent in the rubble that litters the beach, but it was a start. Say hello to a summer of hard labour.

"There was a hurricane Wheezie, have some sympathy" I roll my eyes at the girl who was less than thrilled about today's plans.

"I do have sympathy," she claims defensively, "It's just pointless. No one's gonna come looking for this junk," eyes flickering through the findings in her trolley.

What we found isn't pointless. They belong to someone. I think about it the same way I did as a kid when I wanted every single teddy bear in my bed at night so none got left out, so I didn't hurt their feelings. A ragged old soccer ball might look worse for wear, but it has a home and I going to get it back there.

"It's not junk," I object, stopping momentarily, waiting for the stroppy pre-teen to catch up. "Say you lost your phone and someone found it, and returned it too you. You wouldn't be grateful?" I theorize in terms that I know she would understand.

"My dad would just get me a new one," she shrugs nonchalantly, not missing a beat.

"Well, not everyone's fortunate that way," I remind her, blinking suddenly as the sun shines on something reflective in the cart, blinding me.

Reaching towards the sparkling object, I realise that it appears to be quite expensive. It's a glass ashtray. Rubbing the damp sand off the surface, my thumb feels an engraving. In swirly calligraphy, reads the initials:

'S.G'

"I'm sorry," Wheezie apologizes, wincing when she heard my comment, "I didn't think-"

"-It's okay," I smile at the girl. It's not like I don't understand my current life situation. It's pretty shitty, I know, but I live with it. I was born a Pogue for a reason. I wasn't supposed to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth, though that doesn't mean I hate those who are. They have it easier than me and my family, sure, but that's just how it is in the Outer Banks. Some are more fortunate than others. It does, however, leave a sour taste in my mouth that Kook parents will just throw money at there children to get them to shut up, but that's just a Pogue's opinion.

The generators haven't kicked in yet, seeing as though the Camerons security code gate is bouncing loosely against its unlocked hinges. Holding the gate open for Wheezie to push by with her cart, I catch a glimpse of their usually perfectly mowed lawn. Instead, I see plenty of fallen trees and scattered branches, broken plant pots, and ruined garden monuments. It’s not a good look, especially for the high-class Camerons.

That just goes to show, hurricane's don't show mercy on anyone, Kook or not.

As a wise man once said; 'Thanks Agatha, ya batch.'

Parking our carts beside the Cameron's private pool, away from the workers who are just trying to do their jobs. I turn to Wheezie saying, "You go get some soapy water and gloves and I'll empty the carts."

Nodding her head, she rushes into her house, leaving me slightly confused, 'Where did the sudden enthusiasm come from?'

Emptying the carts, I lay out what needs to be cleaned the most: from a bronze candlestick holder to a old, yet unique, shoe buckle, and everything in between. And of course, the ashtray.

Holding it gently in my palms, legs crossed against the cold slabs, I couldn't help but feel hypnotised by the intricate marks that littered the tray. It truly was a lost treasure.

"I'll take that," announces a voice from behind my hunched figure, jumping when a hand snatches the tray from my grip.

Coming to my feet, I'm ready to snatch the tray back from the sudden thief, but I stop when I realise who it is. Why am I not surprised, I am on their turf.

If it isn't dumb, dumber and dumbest.

Throwing the delicate glass from hand to hand, Rafe lets out a low whistle, "Check the weight on that," he tosses it to Kelce who was standing tall behind him. Kelce nods his head in approval, of course agreeing with what Rafe has to say.

"Who did you steal that from Pogue?" Rafe smirks thinking he has me sussed out. Not wanting to give the satisfaction that him lobbing around the ashtray is causing me heart amputations, I stare him in the eye, "I didn't steal it. I found it."

"You did, did you," he utters pushing past me, his head low with a sick smile, taking in the view of the tressures that I had laid out, "And what about all this? Did you just find that too?"

I say nothing. He knows the answer to that question. I already told him. I don't need to explain myself, especially not to Rafe Cameron.

His eyes flicker over Wheezie and I's findings, taking in each and everyone with a curious eye, before he cracked, "Bunch of junk," kicking some of the items into the pool.

All I could do was stare. Stare as someone's possessions sunk to the bottom of the marble pool, clashing and crumbling at the foot of Rafe. I fell sick.

His friend just laughs, egging him on. Kelce patting him proudly on the back, handing him back the ashtray. Rafe turns to face me, that smirk never leaving his face, but I can't look at him. I refuse to.

"-Hey Rafe, dad's looking for you," a soft voice breaks the harsh glare that Rafe was sending my way. Nodding his head at the voice, he holds the ashtray out for me to take.

It was too good to be true.

Gullible enough, I reach out for it, only to have it slip through my fingertips. Unable to hear the shattering of the glass as it hits the red slab, my brain refuses to accept fate as I stare down at the shards.

Laughing lightly, I bite my lip, nodding my head understandingly, not expecting anything less from Rafe. A sharp grip on my wrist snaps up my damp eyes, "See you later, Pogue," he hisses in my numb ear, before marching away as though nothing happened.

Sensing a presence, I meet eyes with the 3rd and final member of Rafe's crowd.

Topper.

Smiling lopsidedly at the well put together boy who hasn't moved or spoken since showing up, "Nice friends you've got there Topper," I say monotoned, watching as the boy snaps out of his trance-like state before following Rafe with a blank expression and his tail between his legs.

Shuddering out a breath, I unclip my waist bag and begin to pick up the chunks of glass. Pausing when a pair of clean, white shoes entre my line of sight, "Careful," she crounches down, picking up a shard, placing it into my bag.

A few minutes of picking up the sizable pieces, all that was left on the slabs was a glittering shimmer. Satisfied with what was salvaged, we stand back up to our full height. It was silent. Awkwardly silent.

"Thank you," I shyly say, not at all pleased that the Cameron girl had caught me in a moment of weakness, but at least she didn't mock me for it.

"Your welcome," she smiles before reaching for the tennis rackets she had thrown on the ground before coming to help me. Certain that was the end of the exchange, I turned back to the pool where pieces of metal and loose book pages float carelessly on the surface.

It was just a bunch of junk anyway.

"Hey," Sarah turns, rubbing the back of her head subconsciously, "I'm going to save mice from the birds," she says, pointing out to the bottom of her garden where the surge has blown over, waterlogging the grass.

I just blink at the girl, confused as to why she is even telling me this. Letting out a gentle huff, "I have a spare racket," she offers, holding out one of the two rackets she has in her hands.

Finally catching what she's throwing, I look anywhere but her direction, "I can't," hoping to find a legit excuse as to why I don't want to help her be a hero for mice. Then it hit me, "I'm supposed to be babysitting Wheezie."

My triumphant smile fell as fast as it came when Sarah says, "The powers back on, Wheezie will not willingly come outside again," still holding out the bat for me to take, "Also, my dad's back, so your shift ended about 20 minutes ago."

The more reasons she adds, the more difficult she is making it to say no, and she knows it as well. Her eyebrows dancing lightly as she waves the racket around like a tempting treat.

Giving in, seeing as though I have run out of excuses to give, I grudgingly accept the racket. Maybe her being the sworn enemy of my best friend would have been a good excuse, but I didn't think of that at the time. And what would I of said:

'Oh, I can't help you, even though you selflessly helped me, because my best friend hates your guts.'

What are we, middleschoolers?

I can't help but feel wrong about it though. Like I'm betraying my role as a pogue, as a best friend. But if I feel that way about just being near the kook princess, that doesn't make me any better than her brother. A judgmental prick.

Let's call it paying back a debt. She helped me, now I'll help her. Tit for tat. Anything to make my mind feel at ease.

Walking behind the women who seemed to be on a mission, I'm met by the shrieking flock of overhead seagulls, each nosediving into the burrows, hoping to catch their next meal.

"Operation ‘Save The Mice’ is a go," she announces, holding out her racket waiting for me to tap mines against hers, declaring our battle. I couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Why does this concern us?" tapping my racket unsurely against hers.

Nodding her head in confirmation, she takes her stance, eyes now set on the sky. "You have about as much compassion as a rock," she focusses her swing, untimely missing by a long shot. It was entertaining to watch, I'm not going to lie.

"Tell me something I don't know," I reply, leaping back as the girl swings her racket with vigour and fury at the diving gulls. I can't help but laugh at her attempts.

Having enough of my laughter she turns around, a challenging look flaring in her eyes, "Think you can do any better?"

I just shrug my shoulders, twirling the racket around my fingers, smirking at my trick, but Sarah just looks unimpressed. Watching as a flock of gulls take their position to dive, I jump as high as possible hoping to swat them away.

At that moment I learned something about human capability. Humans shouldn't jump. Like ever. It's embarrassing. What do we expect? To touch the stars? It's nice to dream and imagine that when we push both legs of the ground, arms reaching high, that we are close to flying. Let's just say my non-existing dream to become an Olympic long jumper has just flushed down the toilet.

Another thing I learned is that when you swing a racket, with force, at a cluster of hungry Seagulls, you will get attacked. The only thing between them and they're next meal is me, and they didn't hesitate to remove me from the situation.

Letting out a shriek, I run away from the burrows, hands protecting my head as the birds swoop at me. Without a second thought, I run behind Sarah, using her as a shield to protect my crouching figure from the diving gulls.

After two minutes of fearing for my life, I can't help but chuckle at myself. And Sarah joins in, shoving my arm lightly, pushing me away from hiding behind her. The sudden shove causes me to stumble over my own feet, falling back on the grass. I couldn't help but laugh more, seeing stars as my stomach cramps in pain.

Sarah holds out her hand, trying her best to keep her balance from laughing, offering to help me up. I accept without a second thought, allowing her to pull me to my feet. Both smiling widely at our stupidity.

"Let's get these birds," I smirked at the girl who nodded her head in agreement. Both of us taking a battle stance, ready to defend our people. Or well Mice. They attack us, we attack them.

A cold shadow suddenly covers the setting sun that was shining against us. We let out another shriek, holding each other as we attempt to duck from the relentless gulls, running away from the burrows.

"Sarah!" I hear someone shout over our screams. Too busy protecting ourselves, we didn't even register the voice, "Mason?!" They ask in confusion.

Finally feeling safe enough from the killer birds, I look up to see Mr Cameron making his way towards us with Lana Grubbs at his side. 'Why is she here?'

"We're busy!" Sarah exclaims, picking up and tossing me the racket I had dropped when I fell, going back to swinging at the birds. She takes one side of the burrows and I take the other, waving around my racket. At this point I don't even care about the mice, those birds attacked me! So, I'm attacking them!

"What are you two doing?" Mr Cameron asks, not understanding why his daughter and his hired babysitter are running around like headless chickens.

"Saving mice," I reply, flashing my eyes over to the man, who stands with an ever so slightly amused look. "The birds are having a field day," Sarah adds, pulling me with her, chasing after the devils in the sky.

"Girls, the birds have to eat too," He implies, but we didn't hear any of it, still aimlessly swinging. "No, it's a mouse genocide out here," Sarah states breathlessly.

"It's the circle of life," Mr Cameron's patience was running thinner, "Now come on, I have a human being-" finally introducing the other presence in the garden. This pauses our attack, both looking apologetically at the lady, "-I'm so sorry. I'm Sarah."

Shaking the ladies hand, "This is Lana Grubbs, Scooter's wife," Mr Cameron introduces, "You were storm prepping with him, right?" he asks his daughter.

"Yeah," she answers, still breathless, "He helped me latch the cabin to the Druthers," nodding her head in the direction of the docked boat at the end of the pier.

'It's a nice boat,' I thought taking in the beauty of the three-story yacht, 'You can't hide money, huh.'

"Last night?"

"Yeah."

"And did he go out after that?"

"From here?"

"Yeah."

"No. Are you crazy? There was a hurricane," Sarah laughs lightly at the thought of someone willingly going out during a storm.'I could think of a few people,' bringing my attention back to the two adults in front of me.

"Well, did he say where he was going?" Miss Lana asks, her eyes erratic, "Get a phone call or mention anything?" The desperation lacing her voice makes my heart stop with sympathy for the woman.

"He didn't say anything to me," Sarah shakes her head, her tone not hiding her pity for the lady.

"What about you Mason?" Mr Cameron asks me, "Have you seen Scooter recently?" his questions sparking Miss Lana to look my way, her eyes glistening with withering hope.

"The last I saw of him was when Pope and I delivered to your house," regret instantly hit me, as I had to be the bearer of bad news. It was true though. The last time I saw Scooter was earlier this week when he opened the door for his groceries. I've seen him at Save-A-Lot a few times, but that was months ago when I had to tell him to leave because other customers were complaining that he was bothering them for money.

"I'm sorry," I apologise to the lady who just shakes her head, looking at the ground.

"Is he okay?" Sarah asks her dad who just nods, wrapping an arm around Miss Lana, "He's absolutely fine," he reassures Sarah, before guiding the dazed woman back towards the house.

"Oh!" I hear Mr Cameron exclaim, spinning round to face me, digging through his pockets, "Thank you for watching Wheezie today," he says, placing a brown envelope in my hand.

"Thank you, sir," I smile with gratitude as he makes his leave again.

Sighing, I slap the envelope a few times in my hand, turn back to a Sarah. I go to snap her out of her daydream, but get interrupted by a distant voice, "Hey Sarah!"

At the top of the disarranged lawn stood a scornful Topper, hands in his pockets as he looks down on us, making his way over at a snail pace.

"You better go," I flick my head in the direction of her boyfriend whose eyes are slitted with distaste. Holding out the racket for her to take, she nods her head and makes her way over to Topper, not even sparing me a glance.

I get it.

"I want you to stay away from that pogue, alright?" I hear him utter not so quietly under his breath, knowing fine well that I'm still able to hear him. I pay him no mind, finding my own way out. That's what he wants. Attention. That's always been what Toppers wants. And I'm not going to give him that satisfaction. Not anymore.

Humming a gentle tune under my breath as I make my way towards the gate. I double-take when I spot a hunched figure sitting by the pool, "Wheezie?"

My sudden appearance spooking her as she ripped the earphones out from her ears, the buds projecting a catchy pop beat. The girl sat on the cold slabs, clad in yellow rubber gloves and safety goggles, surrounded my various cleaning tools: a basin of soapy water, a toothbrush, a blow torch?

"What are you doing?" I ask sceptically, making my way towards her as she stuttered over her words before giving up with a sigh.

"I heard what Rafe said," she admits, her voice low as though afraid to speak out against her brother. That's the Rafe effect. He gets off on it. Knowing that everyone around him, his family included, is too scared to tell him he's a mess with even messier opinions. "And it not true," she adds.

Wheezie walks over, holding out the shoe buckle that we found on the beach. The once rusted and unrecognisable buckle now sparkled a blinding silver, and despite its eroded corners, it was still in great condition, "Pretty, right?" she notices my expression, "That's not the best part," she claims, turning over the buckle, holding it out of me to take.

Engraved on the silver base scribed, 'Made in Occupied Japan.'

"I couldn't save everything, like books and stuff, but I tried my best. I even made a box and everything," She rambles, rushing over to pick up the homemade box that read, "Lost and Found," painted in bold, pink lettering. In the box sat: a polished pin, the candlestick holder, a handful of leather wallets and all the other salvageable treasure that we found. And now the shoe buckle.

"It's not junk," she says, passing me the box, "They belong to someone and I hope they find them," she says, rubbing the back of her tinted red neck, finally understanding why I had her help me in the first place.

It's not junk.

I'm not great when it comes to other peoples emotions. They make me want to shrivel up and go invisible, but I can't help but admire the girls change of heart, but I'm still awkward so, I just ruffle her hair, hoping the annoying act conveys my gratitude.

Having enough of me for one day, Wheezie pushes me toward the gate, practically kicking me out. "See you next time kid," I shout over my shoulder, smiling as her face grovels at the word 'kid'.

Basking at my long journey home, I give up attempting to balance the light box in my arms. I place it on the sidewalk, unzipping my waist bag wanting to tuck the brown envelope, that I was struggling to hold, away.

The clattering of glass pauses my actions. Reaching in, I pick out a small piece, watching as the setting sun danced across the surface, shining every colour of the rainbow onto the tarmac.

'S.G'

Chapter Three: FIN!

I really enjoyed writing this chapter, even though it’s kind of filler. Kie would be proud of Mason for beach combing, her tendencies are rubbing off on her.

I choose for Mason not to go to the motel because that’s just what I choose, I don’t really have a reason why. Well I do, but I can’t tell you yet. You’ll find out eventually, if my idea goes to plan...

So we learned about Mason very perfessional babysitting service. Also I know that Rafe is, y’know bad, but I’m excited to explore Mason’s relationship with him. It will be interesting to write!

What did you think?

I’m really excited to write the next chapter. Mason is going to get buzzed.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter <3

Also, if anyone would like to be tagged in future chapters, just let me know and I’ll for sure do that!

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hortascountrysidenotes · 4 years

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Life Slows Down

As we move into a new rhythm of life, it is great we have spring - just imagine if it was late November, getting progressively darker each day, grey cloud and rain and nothing much to do outside except force oneself to walk the dogs. At least the days are lengthening, the sun has some warmth, the birds are singing and those in towns can actually hear them now the steady drone of traffic is lessening, and if you are fortunate enough to have a garden, there is masses to do.

Here at Beck Farm we are setting ourselves daily challenges - this weekend we have to write down 5 points on how we think the world will be by September, ie a 6 month time frame. Then we are going to put a 10 year list in a box and in 2030 (if we are spared) we shall see if we have returned to the previous way of life or if this event has had a complete change for all of society.

We are also dealing with our usual round of daily challenges in a more relaxed fashion, and to an extent being more thorough. Today, I finished weeding out and preparing my potager area for veg - usually a rather rushed job, today was meticulous, removing the tiniest weeds from in amongst the iris rhizomes and then finishing off by emptying 5 compost bags full of silt from the pond that we cleared out last autumn. This is like Fenland soil - black gold - and will help I hope, to produce the best potatoes for a long while - they are going in tomorrow. Charlottes - and a main crop - Inca Bella - couldnt resist the name!

Scout has had her op - all done yesterday and seems to have been very straightforward. She is recovering well, now rather too keen as usual to go for a proper walk and clearly enjoying wearing either the fleece she wears if wet after shooting, or the babygro thing from the vet - she has always liked to be special!The check up is on Wednesday, and then stitches out about a week after that all being well. I really hope that for once it will go well as previous ops have always ended badly simply because she is a terrible patient - the minute one turns one back just for a second she somehow manages to do some ridiculous like leap not just into, but also out of the compost heap - she can still manage this even just shy of 12, or zooming out of the gate when she hears someone coming down the track! Anyhow so far so good. The others are much enjoying the fact that there are three of us permanently about who love doing a long evening walk. Mr Horta is very absorbed by a young albino muntjac with its parent - normal colouring. He has now brought the Trailcam back from the office which he and our neighbouring farmer are going to set up tomorrow. There is also a lot of evidence of badger again on the common so it will be fun to see what they are up to. Talking of which, after three years of barely a bunny in sight, there is a sudden increase in the numbers again. Obviously the hemorrhagic disease over and above myxi had a devastating effect but they are bouncing back - lets hope the same will be said of Covid.

We are in an easterly airstream - so often the case here during March and April, therefore although out of the wind, it is warm, the soil temperatures will remain suppressed for a while. I shall not make my usual mistake of sowing the beetroot and carrots etc for a while, but will sow lettuce in trays and put them in the cold frame to start off.

After a week of setting out plants for planting, I can relax a little and just go out and about doing my garden doctoring for three clients if they still wish me to go - next week I have three to visit. However, in the main I will most certainly have more time so my next job will be to sort out the dahlias, place canes in the borders where I want them to go, and start a few off in compost under glass. New plants are giving pleasure - Epimediums which normally dont do well here are about to flower - the wet winter obviously appealed! New grasses are forming up well and I have put some new perennial geraniums along the fronts of the two borders where box hedging once was. Geranium Coombland White which has a lovely leaf and G. wlassovianum - a gorgeous violet coloured flower and then foliage that takes on lovely autumn hues.

Today Miss Horta and I went up to the Jubilee Wood and removed about 100 tree and shrub guards with Jane Dykes from the village. Jane and I were on the committee that planted 9600 trees and shrubs 8 years ago on some amenity land in the village. It is now looking great but all the guards are getting tatty and damaged not to mention preventing some of the shrubby plants from growing properly. More to do on that but we are slowly getting round them all! Its getting rid of them that is the problem as they have plastic in them. Tomorrow’s community project is to finally burn the last of the rubbish from the autumn pond project and grab another 5 or 6 bags of silt! The pond is looking amazing and most gratifying of all, there is frog spawn!!!! Plus the vegetation around the edge is re sprouting so in a month of so no one will ever know it even happened.

So all this busy beeing has meant that little has been done on the painting front, but my office space has been vacated by Miss Horta who has changed everything around (for the better) so I will have no excuse now, as I have a great place to draw and paint with north light, and I wont have to clear my stuff away every day.

Keep cheerful everyone, let’s hope that like our parents generation through the war we may look back on this and say it was a happy time. We must stay creative, inventive, helpful, and upbeat. I must end by saying that everyone in Waitrose Swaffham yesterday was being beautifully behaved, driving our trolleys with utmost care and not taking the last of anything.

HORTA

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mamabearcat · 5 years

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Fairytail Cafe

Sooo, I was feeling inspired by the cute Fairytail merch released by Charaum Cafe, and decided to write something cute and fluffy. And then I wrote this. Not what I was expecting. I really don’t understand my brain sometimes. First course is self indulgent NaLu romantic angst, with a hot NaLu lemon souffle on the menu for dessert.

This will be a two shot, the next part will be available on my AO3, and I’ll post the link when I’m done. WARNING: this fanfic includes mention of sexual assault. If this is triggering for you, please don’t read.

“Strawberry dessert for Table 8 Mira!” called out Erza, flicking her dark red pigtails over her shoulder. Mira was in her element at her post behind the dessert bar, already plating up, so Erza stayed for a moment to wait, taking a moment to look back at the café.

It was the tail end of the controlled chaos that was the lunchtime rush, the buzz of happy chatting customers only broken by the occasional clink of cutlery on china. Most of the customers had already been served their meals and were happily indulging in the sweet desserts and pretty drinks that the café was famous for. Erza smiled the satisfied smile of a person almost finished a job well done. They only had about twenty minutes left of their shift before Team Shadowgear and Gajeel and Lily would arrive to take on the afternoon shift, and she was eager to get home to Fairy Hills and soak in the open-air bath. Stockings and heels may be pretty, but after working a busy six-hour shift waiting on tables, her feet ached.

When Master had said he’d finalised a deal with a local theme café to have a Fairytail month, where each team took shifts as wait staff, none of them had realised just how popular it would be. The café was booked out for the next three weeks, and Max had gone to town designing merchandise – coffee mugs, stickers, acrylic standees, keyrings – but they all seemed to be selling. Erza was particularly proud of the fact that her keyrings had already sold out.

Their team seemed to be very popular so far, with Erza and Lucy as waitresses, Happy and Carla as drinks waiters, Natsu as a busboy, Gray on drinks and Wendy on desserts. She had been rostered on desserts the first day, and admittedly that had not gone well; Wendy possessed much more self-control around sweets than she did. And they were all very grateful that the usual kitchen staff took care of the cooked meals – she was sure Natsu being left to his own devices in a kitchen would result in catastrophe.

Poor Wendy had called in sick with a cold today, with Carla staying home too to, to keep an eye on her. They were lucky that Mira had happily taken her shift; her experience behind the bar at Fairytail made her a valuable ally on a job like this.

“There, all done”, said Mira, adding a sprig of mint as a garnish. Erza drooled a little at the plate decorated with strawberry coulis with three different strawberry themed desserts, including cheesecake.

“No eating until you’re on break Erza”, she teased, handing over the finished plate.

“I know”, Erza grumbled, carefully picking up the plate and placing it on her tray, ready to head back out into the café.

Gray grinned slyly at her, finishing off another icy drink order, frosting the top of the glass carefully.

“I’ve never known you to be so restrained around cheesecake Erza. Much better than you were the first day.” He handed the drink to Happy, who was ready to zoom it over to the waiting customer.

“Yeah, poor Erza” teased Happy, an annoying grin on his face. “Having to look at cheesecake all day and not allowed to eat any! I bet there’ll be none left for you!” Happy zoomed out of Erza’s attack range quickly, taking the frosted drink with him. He might be cheeky, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Don’t worry”, whispered Mira behind her hand, “I’ve saved one for you”. She winked as Erza headed back out on to the floor, dessert held high on a tray so she wouldn’t be tempted, a serene smile on her face as a waft of strawberry scent from the dessert floated down to her.

Natsu grumped his way around, picking up and stacking empty plates on his trolley. He really didn’t like this job. He hated his uniform, black shoes, pants, apron and vest over a white shirt. At least they let him keep his scarf. He missed his usual clothes, not only because they were comfortable, but this uniform wasn’t flameproof like his trademark pants and jacket, so he had to be careful with his magic. It made him feel agitated and antsy. He couldn’t even let off a little steam fighting anyone, and he was stuck inside for hours, picking up after messy customers when they left.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. He kept one eye on Lucy at all times as he picked up the dirty dishes and glasses. That uniform they had her in was drawing every pervert’s eyes in the place to her; thigh high white beribboned stockings and a tiny strapless black dress with an even tinier apron. It was so short she couldn’t even bend down in the thing, but had to bob down, bending her knees a little to place plates on the tables. Watching all the leering looks and crass comments about his partner had him on edge and after five straight days of it, he was almost at his limit.

He could tell Lucy was uncomfortable, and he’d spoken to her about it last night when he’d walked her home, but she’d brushed off his concerns, saying it was probably all in good fun. It didn’t seem like she was having fun though. Her smile this week didn’t have its usual brilliance, and he could tell she was dreading coming into work here now. Even though she said she didn’t want to say anything to Gramps about it, after today, he definitely would.

For instance, those pricks on Table 5 had been leering at her every lunchtime this week, and he’d been watching them get more and more blatant, their comments more personal, especially that prick in the grey pinstriped suit. The table was up the back of the café, a booth with high sides, and they obviously thought they could get away with it.

These bastards needed to be taught how to be respectful, and he was pretty sure his fist in their face would do the job – he’d be happy to do it. He growled under his breath, watching the men on the table cackle as she approached with their lunch, her tray full of hot coffee. As he heard what they were saying, the air around him shimmered with heat, and his low rumbling growl startled the customers around him. Fuck, this was the last straw. He looked around for Erza, knowing if he went over all by himself, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself punching the sick leer off that prick’s face. This was gonna end now!

Lucy was not having a good day. It was her fifth lunchtime shift as a waitress, and the same table of guys was back again. They were all business men, dressed in suits, and they seemed to be here every lunch time, and asked for her by name whenever she was working. To put it bluntly, they were a little more ‘handsy’ than she liked, and it was creeping her out. She didn’t mind smiling and flirting a little, understood it was part of the job, but they were taking it too far.

And this uniform she was wearing didn’t help. She was very comfortable with her body, and had no problem showing it off thank you very much, but this was a little too much, even for her. They had all given their measurements to Master before the uniforms were ordered, but hers was more than a little on the small side, and she had a feeling that was entirely his fault, dirty old man.

One guy in particular on that table had her feeling very unsure of herself. He was tall and muscular, imposing, his black hair slicked back, his fingers covered in gold rings. His appearance was always impeccable, a crisp snow-white shirt under a dark grey pinstriped suit. He had the air of someone who always got what he wanted, and if it wasn’t given freely, he took it. He reminded her of some of her father’s business associates, and just looking at him made her skin crawl.

The first day, he had stared at her blatantly, not even trying to hide the leering grin as he took in the soft skin exposed by her uniform. She had to resist using her hands to cover herself; she was Lucy Heartfilia, a mage of Fairytail, and she would not let anyone make her feel small. She had looked him straight back in the eye, her chin pushed out defiantly; that usually worked when she caught someone perving at her on a job, but this man was different. He seemed to take it as a personal challenge.

Now every day he had grown more bold, touches on her hand and arm as she placed plates on the table, whispering his order to force her to lean forward a little so she could hear, saying things about her soft skin, her long legs, her golden hair. She could feel his eyes on her even as she waited on the other tables, and it made her feel vaguely dirtied, even though she had done nothing wrong. His friends seemed to encourage him, laughing yesterday when he had got a small squeak out of her when his hand had brushed the bare skin of her thigh in between her short skirt and thigh high stockings.

She had almost decided to talk to Master about it but had decided against it. They only had two more days of this lunchtime shift left, and then they would be swapping to breakfasts. She could stick it out for two more days. And besides, they were in a crowded café, and Natsu was here with her. Nothing really bad could happen.

She could feel Natsu’s eyes watching her as she carried the tray full of coffee over to the table of businessmen. His eyes made her feel the opposite of that creep’s. They were full of warmth and support. When he had spoken to her last night about his concerns, it was the happiest she had felt all week, knowing he was watching out for her. She held her head high as she approached the table of business men warily, a fake grin plastered on her face. This was their last order for the day, and then she wouldn’t have to come near their table again. And maybe they wouldn’t even be here tomorrow, seeing it was the weekend. This might be the last time she ever had to see him. She could do this.

“A tall black for you, sir…”, she began, putting the first cup down, trying to stay as far out of hands reach as possible. The man in the pin-striped suit was behind her, and she wanted to get through this as fast as possible. She hadn’t counted on him grabbing her around the waist and pulling her sideways onto his lap, her back towards the rest of the cafe.

“So, when do you get off work, sweet cheeks?” he said, one hand gripping her upper thigh, the other running lightly up the side of her breast and latching on to her upper arm. She gasped, struggling to get off his lap, while balancing a tray full of hot coffee in her hands.

“Let go of me you creep!” she hissed, and was mortified when he pulled her closer, feeling his hard erection pushing up underneath the short skirt of her maid’s uniform. She balanced the tray on the edge of the table, holding it steady with one hand as she struggled to push the hand squeezing her thigh away with the other.

“Don’t be so coy baby”, he breathed into her ear, as the other men on the table laughed. “You’ve been smiling at me all week, flaunting those tits and those creamy thighs of yours. How about we all meet up after work tonight. And wear your uniform. I’m sure we could come up with other services you could provide.”

Lucy felt sick. Although she was pretty strong, she was having trouble getting out of this guy’s grasp, and the fact that his friends were laughing about her predicament made her feel even more unsafe. She didn’t want to cause a scene by using her magic. Her zodiac spirits were not known for their sense of restraint, and she didn’t want to damage the place, not when Fairytail was booked on a job here for the next three weeks. It was a chance for everyone in the guild to be doing well-paid safe work, and she didn’t want to jeopardise that.

She could feel her keys pulsing against her hip, Loke’s especially, and she pushed back against his gate with every ounce of will she could. She could call Natsu or Erza over, but they would probably be worse than Loke. If she diffused the situation peacefully, there’d be no property damage, and no one from Fairytail would lose out. She tried speaking in a loud firm voice.

“Please”, she said, pushing at his hand again, “I’m not enjoying this. I don’t feel comfortable when you touch me like that. I want you to let me go.”

“Oh yeah baby?” he whispered with a leer, his mouth so close that his lips touched her neck. “What if I touched you like this?” She shuddered in revulsion as his hand suddenly slid under her skirt, and she let go of the tray, the hot coffee spilling all over her white stockings, burning her skin. She desperately tried to shift herself away from him, but his grasp on her upper arm was bruising, and he’d wrapped his legs around her calves, locking her in place.

She felt bile rise up in her throat, her heart beating double time as she twisted, trying to get away from those groping fingers that had now slipped in the side of her panties. She wanted to Lucy kick him into oblivion, safe restaurant work be damned, but when his fingers groped and pushed in a place that no man had ever touched before, she froze. “Let me go”, she whimpered.

A sudden aura of heat surrounded them. Lucy mentally sighed in relief. She had her back to whatever had the rest of the table gasping in sudden fear, but she would recognise that warmth anywhere.

“Is there a problem here?” a stern female voice asked.

Lucy was pushed unceremoniously to the hard wooden floor, half empty coffee cups clattering and breaking around her, and Natsu was instantly at her side. Lucy could feel heated rage pouring off him and she smelled a faint scent of singed cotton over the spilt coffee. She was amazed that he was actually keeping level headed enough to not be tearing the restaurant apart.

He touched her arm gently. “Are you okay Luce?” his voice gravelly with barely controlled anger. She nodded, keeping her head down, and he helped her to her feet.

“Natsu, take Lucy out to the kitchen and make sure she’s alright”, said Erza, her voice steely. “I’m just going to have a chat to these customers about Fairytail’s policies regarding respect of customer service personnel.” There was a bright flash of a summoning circle as she requipped into her Hearts Cruz armour.

Natsu put one arm around Lucy’s shoulders and steered her around the tables full of customers craning their necks trying to work out what was going on, towards the kitchen. He paused for a moment to let the rest of the team know what had happened, his arm still curved protectively around her.

Lucy’s head hung down, keeping her gaze on Natsu’s black shoes. It was so weird seeing him in lace up shoes. She wondered vaguely if they hurt his feet. The crackling sound of ice magic underpinned Natsu’s continual low growl as he told them his version of what had happened; Gray was obviously upset also.

“Natsu, take her home. Team Shadowgear will be here any minute for the next shift, we can manage until then” Mira said softly. When Lucy looked up and began to protest, Mira came out from behind the bar to hug her gently.

“Sweetheart it’s okay. I want you to go home, we can handle things here. Natsu will stay with you if that’s what you want, to make sure you feel safe.”

Lucy’s brown eyes filled with tears, and her bottom lip trembled a little. “I’m sorry to cause such a bother Mira. I thought I could handle them, we were only on this shift for two more days. I didn’t expect any of them to get so…” She could see Gray and Happy looking at her in concern, and she suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here.

Mira smiled sadly. “Please don’t apologise. No one should expect that.” All five of them looked over towards the booth, where Erza, still wearing her armour, was leaning aggressively over the table, her gauntleted hands on her hips. They could hear a faint whimpering coming from the man who had molested Lucy, and Natsu suddenly sniggered.

“Erza sure has a good imagination. I don’t think it’s even physically possible for a dick to do that.”

“Oh my”, Mira smiled behind her hand. “I’d better go check on things to make sure she doesn’t take it too far. I’ll get the owner and Master down here straight away and we’ll sort this out. Take her home Natsu.”

Natsu curled his arm around Lucy again. “Tell Master I’m happy to talk to him about what happened. I heard every single thing that sick fucker said today, and all the stuff he’s been saying earlier in the week.” Lucy shuddered against him, and he looked at her anxiously. They headed out through the kitchen to the staff entrance for the short walk back to Lucy’s apartment.

Lucy was silent for the whole walk back, and it had Natsu unsettled. Usually when they walked, she was full of chatter, and though he didn’t always listen to every single word she said, he liked it. It was a friendly happy noise, one of the things that made up Lucy. She was quiet sometimes, but that was usually when she was thinking, sitting at her desk to write, and it didn’t have the same feel that this silence did. She still smelt of fear and panic. Even though he’d heard what was being said, he hadn’t been able to see exactly what was going on as Lucy’s back had been to him while he was looking for Erza. The words and the way the bastard had pulled her onto his lap and gripped her arm were bad enough. He wished he hadn’t restrained himself and had broken his nose. It would have made him feel a whole lot better, even though it would have caused trouble. They walked up the stairs and stopped in front of her door.

“Lucy, do you want me to stay? If you’d rather be alone, I’d be happy to…”

“I don’t want you to go”, said Lucy in a quiet flat voice. She got out her door key with trembling fingers, trying to make it fit in the lock, and startled when he took the key and opened the door himself for her. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Loke appeared in a bright flash of magic, his face frantic.

“Lucy, why wouldn’t you let me through! I could have taken him out!”

“Loke”, Lucy said softly, “I wasn’t sure you or the others would have been able to restrain yourselves; I could feel how angry you were.” She sighed, her eyes downward, avoiding Loke’s gaze. “Fairytail is working there for the next three weeks. It’s safe work for everyone, and it’s well paid. I didn’t want to take that away from everyone if we damaged the restaurant.”

“Why on earth would that matter!?” said Loke, his tone angry. “It’s our purpose to protect you, our master, from all harm. What he did was…” Loke swallowed, pacing agitatedly around the coffee table. “Why wouldn’t you let us help you?”

Until then, Natsu had been standing in the background, but listening to the conversation, he realised situation was a lot worse than he thought. The rage that had dulled to a dull simmer began to rise again, heat rolling off him.

“Loke”, he rumbled, his voice dark with anger, “get your ass down there to the café. Mira was gonna call Gramps. I want you to tell him everything that happened. Every single thing that prick did, every time his filthy hands touched her.” At his words Lucy whimpered, and he smelt the tang of her tears.

Loke looked back at Lucy uncertainly, before turning back to Natsu. “You promise you’ll take care of her?”

“I promise. You know she’ll be safe with me.”

Loke nodded, then disappeared in a shower of golden light. As soon as he was gone, Lucy’s legs folded under her, and she crumpled to the floor, sitting like a puppet with cut strings. After hesitating a moment, Natsu picked her up gently, and carried her over to the sofa, pulling away after placing her down. Her hands clutched at him.

“I don’t want you to go”, she said in he same flat voice as before. Natsu nodded and sat beside her, his fists clenched, close by but not touching her. He wanted to hug her so badly, push away the stench of her fear combined with the scent of that bastard, and cover her with his own scent, but what he wanted wasn’t important right now.

“I’m sorry”, said Lucy in a small voice.

“Lucy”, he rumbled, “there is nothing at all that you need to apologise for. Nothing!”

“I should have listened to you. Yesterday. When you said you wanted to tell Gramps. I thought about it, but I didn’t want to cause any trouble. I didn’t think he would try anything like that.” She looked up suddenly, her eyes wide with fear.

“Oh gods Natsu, what if he… what if he finds out where I live? What if he followed me home? I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear…” Fat tears began to roll down her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling, and Natsu couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Lucy, can I hug you? Please?” Lucy scooted over towards him, her arms open, and he picked her up and put her in his lap, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her tightly. She curled herself up into a ball and began sobbing. He rocked her gently, trying to calm her.

“It’s okay Luce, it’s okay. You’re safe here with me. I won’t let him near you again. If I even see him near you, I’ll incinerate him. You don’t have ta worry.” Lucy burrowed her face into his chest, her hot tears wetting is shirt, as he continued to rock her. All his protective feelings were roused, the urge to protect and soothe his precious girl, his partner and friend that he had gradually come to care for deeply, and a deep rumbling vibrated in his chest. He wished he had the courage to tell Lucy exactly how he felt about her, but this was not the time. For now, this was enough.

“Natsu, are you purring?” whispered Lucy, her voice a little broken still from sobbing so hard.

“Uh, yeah?” he said, feeling a little embarrassed. He had never made this sound when holding her before, not when she was awake, anyway. It was a private sound, one reserved for comforting a mate, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to have that conversation with her.

“I like it”, she whispered, snuggling her face into his chest. The rumbling sound became louder, and she giggled a little, as Natsu rubbed his cheek into her hair, both of them in no hurry to move.

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Let Me Prove You Wrong (Part 8)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: It’s time for the initiation of Mr Dobrev and it’s definitely not how the reader planned her night to go

Warnings: Mentioned of blood and cut skin, occult activities

Word Count: 1,899

Author’s Note: Requests and tags are open! I’m really enjoying this story again so you can expect a few more chapters out of me in the next week or so.

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You had sent Loki on his way back to the facility with the book so the others could begin their work on it, despite his many protests at leaving you defenseless in another country. You honestly found it endearing and appreciated his concern, not to mention that your heart fluttered every time he mentioned protecting you and keeping you safe. With all that done now, you were stood alone in a guest room and wearing a maroon silk dress and a pair of heels Aleksandur had someone pick out for you.

You heard a knock on the door and you turned away from the full length mirror in front of you and looked towards the door “Come in!” you called, collecting a faux fur shawl that had also been supplied

In walked Aleksandur, wearing a tailored black suit with a black button up shirt and grey tie neatly tied around his neck.

“You look stunning” He commented, walking over and admiring you

It made you flush with embarrassment and look away as you collected your clutch and a few small items for the night.

“Thank you, whoever chose this all has very lovely and very expensive taste” You replied, complementing the stranger who had been sent out to collect all these items “I’ll be sure to have it all cleaned before returning it to you”

“They are your’s, keep them” He said, smiling and chuckling a little “I have no one else who would wear them” He insisted

You stood there agape at the offer, this outfit totaling six months of full time work at least and he was just going to hand it to you.

“I-I really can’t. Are you sure?” You asked, expecting him to be joking and actually want all items back by the end of the night

“Yes Miss (Y/L/N), I’m sure.” He confirmed “Now come along, we don’t want to be late” He ordered, not looking at you again before turning on his heels and heading for the exit

You scurried along to catch up with him, while holding a fist full of fabric in one hand so as not to trip, and your clutch in the other, which held nothing but a few notes and your phone. You walked towards the back of the manor and outside to where a black 1961 250 GT California Spyder Ferrari waited for them. My God this man had expensive taste, something he obviously got from his father from what you could tell. You both got in the front and he drove off, the sun just setting on the horizon and casting a warm, soft glow over everything it could touch, the light shining into the car’s interior and giving your skin a sun kissed glow and warming your bare arms.

You’d never given Bulgaria much thought, but as you sat in the quiet car and watched the world go past you could definitely imagine yourself coming here for holidays, alone, with friends or with a loved one. Someone like Loki. You blushed at the thought of being on holiday with Loki, with not a care in the world except what to have for your next meal and where to visit next.

The car ride passed in silence, with the occasional conversation for the full 22 minutes it took to get to the destination and when you arrived you were greeted by a very modern looking villa, with windows on ever floor and wall which allowed all the natural light to fill the interior at any time of day. You both got out of the car, a valet taking the keys from Aleksandur and taking the car to wherever it was to be parked. Up the set of stairs to the main door you could hear voices from inside and as soon as you were about to reach the door it was opened for you by another man in a similar uniform to what the valet wore.

Inside you saw a group of about 10 men and a few women stood off to the side with a glass of champagne in their hands, whispering to each other.

“Mr. Dobrev, I’m so glad you could make it”

You saw an elderly man walk over and greet him with a friendly hug and a kiss on each cheek before turning to you “And who is this?” He asked

“Mr. Vankov, this is (Y/N) my plus one” Aleksandur answered

Mr. Vankov licked his lips and pulled you in and kissed both cheeks, leaving them wet and cold to the air. You didn’t dare wipe your cheeks though so as not to disrespect or insult him and instead greeted him with a smile.

“It’s wonderful to meet you” You greeted him, a look shared between the two men

“And you, my dear” He replied, grabbing a glass of champagne and a napkin off a nearby waiter’s tray and handed them to you “Come, meet my wife Nadia”

You took the champagne flute and napkin, dabbing your cheeks when he couldn’t see so as to get rid of any remaining saliva. The group of women opened up from their little circle to greet you all, pleasantries exchanged and before you knew it Aleksandur and Mr. Vankov has both disappeared and you were stood alone with these strangers. Your palms began getting a little sweaty with nervousness and you took a sip of the champagne, which you assumed was expensive.

“So, how do you know Mr. Dobrev?” Nadia asked

“I’ve done some work with him recently. I’m actually loaning one of his Norse books at the moment” You explained

Nadia nodded and then turned to the other women, continuing with the previous conversation they had obviously been having before being introduced to you. You just stood there taking sips of your drink until it was nearly empty and gazing around the room at all the people that were here. You attention was drawn to Mr. Vankov tapping his glass with a small silver tea spoon and clearing his throat.

“Now that everyone is here it is time to proceed with the initiation of Mr. Aleksandur Dobrev” He announced, motioning for one of the employees.

Around you the glass windows were being closed with light blocking curtains and a trolley was rolled out in front of Mr. Vankov. The trolley had a piece of cloth covering items spread out over the surface, the only thing you could make out was a glass or cup of some kind you were guessing. The fabric was suddenly removed and your heart began to race with panic and uncertainty. Underneath the fabric was a goblet, an encrusted knife and an ancient looking book, opened to a certain page and a red leather bookmark in place so as not to lose the page.

“Mr. Dobrev, please step forward and recite the oath” Mr. Vankov beckoned

Aleksandur stepped forward, took the book in his hands and began reciting something in Bulgarian you couldn’t understand, only knowing the basics of the language. He finished reciting and placed the book back down on the trolley, stepping back.

“And now for the offering” Mr. Vankov called and looked over at you

Aleksandur walked over to you and grabbed your elbow tightly, yanking you towards the old man. You dug your heels in and tried to stay where you were, not wanting to be any closer to any of these freaks. You tried pulling away and towards the front door, towards freedom by Alexsandur’s grip was too tight then out of nowhere from behind you, you felt some kick the back of your knee and you fell towards the ground, dropping the champagne flute and t smashed onto the floor underneath you. You were now being dragged across the cold tiled floor, falling partially onto the broken glass and cutting your leg with it, screaming as it got stuck in there. A small trail of blood followed you to the base of the trolley but even once you reached it the grip from your elbow was not removed. All the men around you started walking forward and you thrashed and wriggled as much as you could to stay away from them, dreading what they were about to do. Rather than reaching for you though, they all reached around their necks and pulled out matching or similar pendants and placed them into the goblet that was just above your head.

“Her hand” Mr. Vankov ordered

Aleksandur grabbed your wrist and pulled it up and over the goblet, knocking your head into the trolley and dazing you for a few moments.

“Please no!” You finally spoke, “I’ll do anything just please let me go” You begged, tears streaming down your face from the moment Aleksandur’s hand grabbed you “I’ll give you whatever you want”

“This is what we want” One of the men answered “This is what we need”

You felt a searing pain in your palm and looked up through tear soaked eyes to see blood pouring out of your palm and the encrusted knife in Mr. Vankov’s hand. The blood was going into the goblet where all the pendants currently were. You cried out in pain and thrashed, kicking and screaming at whatever and whoever, you were trying anything and everything you could think of to get away bit it was no use. The grip on your hand was so tight that it was already swelling and bruising and if you twisted it the wrong way it very easily could be sprained or dislocated.

“Someone shut her up!” Mr. Vankov yelled over your voice

You felt someone move behind you and you spun around to try to kick them by they had walked away towards a nearby surface. Instead, someone grabbed your other arm and tried to hold at least your top half in place. The first man walked back over to you with a cloth in his hand, you wriggled and twisted your head to keep it away from him, able to guess the cloth had chloroform soaked into it. It was no use though; the man grabbed your jaw and forced you to face him, pressing the cloth to your face.

You’d always thought in movies that when this happened the person in trouble should have just held their breath and either faked going unconscious or fought for just a little longer. Now that you were in this situation though you were panicking so much you couldn’t think straight and just wanted to wriggle away and breathe in clean air, in doing this though all you breathed in was the soaked cloth.

Your eyes started drooping when the door was suddenly burst open with an explosion and everyone dropped what they were doing, including the three men who were practically on top of you to hold you still. You fell to the floor coughing and gasping and looked over at the door to see Steve, Wanda and Loki all running towards the people in the room. Through all the commotion the trolley had been knocked onto you, your blood from the cup now dripping down your body and soaking your clothes. You didn’t notice though, you just had one thought in your head and that was to go to sleep. You didn’t care who was here or what they were doing; you just laid down, closed your eyes and went to sleep.

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