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Excerpt: Six Years

Vi wrestles with the realization of how much her sister has changed—and how many unwanted parallels she sees between Silco and their father. From a work-in-progress set after heron blue.

In some ways, she was still so familiar. Her perpetual nest of a living condition and geriatric sense of humor; her inability (refusal) to tend to her hair, herself. Yet, in so many ways, she's nothing like the girl Vi remembers.

A shell. A stranger.

Jinx—a name that doesn't belong to her sister, that christens a girl who spits at the name Powder; whose body bares sinew and steel, wears yellowed stains at her chipped fingernails and speaks a drawl decades beyond her years—isn't a child, anymore.

Eleven years, enmeshed in each others' days and nights; eleven, that Vi had always been with her.

Powder's rock and shield. Powder's everything.

Then the cannery had happened. Stillwater had happened. That monster had happened—

A monster whose gait she could pick out from a crowd: hears prowling over the floors now, above the jukebox and the metal tickings and her sister's self-directed rambling—a heavy-heeled th-thumping up the varnished steps, his coat a devil's whisper against the walls.

Vi steels herself. Beside her, Jinx prattles on.

"Y'ever thought of fighting in a ring, sis?"

Th-thump, th-thumping over the dark floors.

"You'd be the scrappiest scrapper in the Underground. Bet they'd call ya the Red Devil—or Lead Lettie—or Sourmouth Suckerpunch—"

She stares, unblinking, plastic squeezed beneath her thumb. Through the sliver of her sister's cracked door, a polish-slick boot wades through the shadows. Stills.

"What you really need," Jinx says, with a lax crook of her screwdriver, "is a pair of Vandie's old gauntlets—that'll set'em right."

Vi swallows. The hall's dark devours the wraith on the other side of the door: shrouds all but the unearthly cat's-eye that tips over the leather at his shoulder, burning like a funeral pyre over a rotting corpse.

"Yeah," she says, stiffly. Comb-teeth bite into her palm. "That's all I need."

His stare lingers—three-four-five beats—before it flits to the floor, trails over the blue tangled within her fingers, traces its mess back to the girl lounged beside her. Jinx stays worlds away in her tinkering, head lolled against the floor. She wrenches another screw into place.

"It's late," Jinx huffs, without needing a glance. "I know."

Silence, for a moment. Then Silco agrees, "It's late, indeed."

Jinx scowls. "One'ta talk."

If the shadows weren't playing a trick on her, Vi might have thought he'd smirked. But that bastard never smiled—never did anything but glare over his paperwork, around the vile plumes of his cigars: eyeing her hyena of a sister like a stray in need of a meal, and Vi like a bull ready to charge.

Signing a blood-pact to his enterprise (their city's scheme for fiscal independence; her sister's unfathomable choice for a homestead) had done nothing in the way of trust. He'd taken an overseer's scrutiny to her, from the day she'd put her name in ink: a dead-eyed panopticon hounding her every waking hour, as though she'd never left that molding cell.

On one hand, a part of her reasoned, he had a right—sizing up her methods, as he would any new recruit; strategizing where best to slot her in the arteries of a drug-machine already years on the march. A more cynical thread knew he was laying his cards flat and playing the long game. Slouching back, idly, with eyes unblinking, to find any reason to put her under his heel.

She stares at the unmarred side of his face: a dim halo in a coal-blackened sea.

Eleven years that she'd been with Powder.

Six—nearly seven, now—that Jinx has had this snake at her side.

From the doorway, his shadow gravels, "I take it you'll be off soon."

"Soon as the bell chimes." Jinx flits her wrist, pinkie-promise. "Not a rhyme later—cross my hearts and hope to snore."

Silco makes a low chuff at that: strange, quiet, bemused. A not-quite laugh, like Dad used to do.

For a moment, a breath tangled in her throat, Vi sees him.

He was tower of a man, thin as a string. His voice itched with smoke-pocked lungs and dreams that glittered like the stars. He kept chewing tobacco sweetened with cinnamon under his tongue, and he wore the mines on his clothes; gave hugs that made one's soul feel like it'd been wrapped in down-feathers; made the moonlight seem like nothing more than hand-sculpted glass: some beautiful thing he'd spooled on a thread and hung up there for all to see.

He'd been everything to her—her image of whistle-toothed optimism, her laughter, her guiding light—until he wasn't.

Freckles smattering her cheeks, her unruly hair the color of redmilk tea, a younger version of herself had shrieked over the idea of having to share her plates, pillows, toys with some snot-nosed little girl—a blue-haired, rambunctious, wailing thing—a sister. She'd stomped her feet and thrown fits over it. Told Dad, flat out: I don't wanna have her!

He'd stood slouched over her, hands bracketed at his thin waist, a glitter in his pale eyes, and chuffed. You'll do great, Lettie. His smile always pulled a touch crooked at one corner: a sincerity that, without fail, made her believe him.

She'd always believed him, then.

She was too young, too naïve not to.

Staring into an empty threshold, into a shadowed hall, a ghost of footsteps thudding down the dark floors, Vi fights to forget their father's voice. To block out the echo of a rasp no part of her wants to compare to it. To ignore the remnants of smoke on the air—tower of a man, thin as a string, heels heavy-footed from those damn mines—that belonged to a man she'd sooner wring the neck of. Wouldn't dare put in the same vein of everything their father was.

(Complicated. Self-loathing. Hellishly tempered. Kind.)

#first arcane wip post in...how many months??#truly cannot remember #work has been an absolute hellhole but I am. slowly. catching a break #i have so many fics i need to catch up on reading ghh #arcane #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #writing #jinx arcane #vi arcane #silco arcane #this wip has been burning a hole in my files and augh i want to finish it at some point #the daughter vi dad silco dysfunction just hits different

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spideyy-girl · 5 years

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2:48 am ~ Five Hargreeves

Requested by @campcampie: hey can i request a five x reader w prompts 19, 27, and 42 please? if not that’s ok!

19: “You’re hot when you’re angry. Not that you’re not already really hot!”

27: “Make me.”

42: “Can you come over?”

Summary: Y/N is pissed when her boyfriend Five leaves for a mission on short notice and doesn’t bother to tell her that he’s okay

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Warnings: angst, fluffy ending, lotta swearing oops

Word Count: 1648 (4.5 pages)

Date: May 12, 2019

A/N: this is sorta an AU? where it’s like Five never really disappeared? I just thought it would work better with the plot I had in mind. Also, Five and reader are like about 18 in this. Hope you like it! Feel free to request!

2:48 am

Five Hargreeves flopped onto his bed after an all too long mission, two weeks to be exact, and was more than happy to be catching up on the hours of sleep that he's missed in that time. His so-called 'father' had forced Five and other his siblings in the Umbrella Academy to go on an out of the country mission, the second one this month. Five was not happy, to say the least, and only got worse as the four days turned into nearly two weeks.

What was worse was having to tell his girlfriend, Y/N, that he was leaving once again, only days after he had gotten back. Because of the mission, he not only had to leave her on short notice but went completely MIA on her. He couldn't imagine how angry she would be with him once she figures out he's back. He would definitely be in for an ear full.

Just a few minutes after Five had finally been able to fall asleep, after worrying about his girlfriend, his phone starts buzzing. Five groans, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before turning to face the source of the noise that woke him up. He reaches over to his bedside table, grabbing his phone and checking to see who the hell would be calling him at such an hour. Of course, he wasn't surprised to see the name that shone brightly back at him on the screen.

My Y/N❤

As much as Five loved his girlfriend, which was a lot, he couldn't help but be a bit pissed that she was calling him in the middle of the night. And the fact that he was completely sleep deprived didn't help the matter at all. But he still swiped the accept call button and put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" he asks her. He heard the girl sigh.

"Five, is that you?" she asks, her voice quiet, which was unusual, but he looked past it. Bad idea.

"Yes, my love?" he asks, smirking, but overwhelmingly happy to hear her voice again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," she starts. She was pissed, and she was pissed at him. "You are so dead to me, you know. Why the hell have you been ignoring me."

"Y/N we talked about this already," Five tries to explain, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. "Just calm down-"

"Come over, now," she said through the phone. She was pissed, for whatever reason, and Five couldn't help but smirk at her demanding tone of voice.

"Make me," he responded, leaning back onto his pillows. The line went silent before he heard her sigh again, he could tell something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what. It usually wasn't easy to piss her off, an attribute she had to pick up after years of dealing with Five and the rest of the Hargreeves siblings.

"Five, I swear to God if you don't get your dumbass over here right now I will make you and I'm not in the fucking mood for that bullshit," she starts but before she could continue Five quickly pulls the phone away from his ear and hangs up. He should have known that that is a giant no with her and pretty much every other girlfriend. But he put his phone down and walked over to his closet, pulling out one of his dumb Umbrella Academy uniforms, the only clothes he owned.

Meanwhile, in the little apartment Y/N lived in just down the street, the girl sat on the floor in her room. Her mouth hung open as she listened to the dial tone coming through the small speaker on her phone. She felt her face going hot as she slowly took the phone away from her face, looking at the screen that showed the cute picture of her and Five on their last proper date, over a month ago. On the screen under the picture, the words 'call with My Babyboy💗👅 has ended' was displayed. The girl shot up gripping her phone tightly. "Five Hargreeves you son of a BITCH!"

Y/N could feel the all too familiar feeling of bile rising up her throat and tears forming in her eyes. She was having a panic attack. She couldn't feel anything as her hands and legs started to violently shake and tears rolled down her face. At the point, Five had teleported himself into the room, looking at the girl who currently stood back facing to him.

"GODDAMIT FIVE," she screams as she throws her phone across the room, grabbing at her hair and pulling it before throwing herself onto her bed. "YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING ASSHOLE," she screamed into her pillow, bringing it around her head and screaming in it.

"You're hot when you're angry," he comments, walking towards her and sitting on the side of the bed. He smiled at her and patted down her hair. "Not that you're already really hot," he continued as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head. Y/N suddenly shot up from her bed, causing Five to stand up with her. Before he could even realize what was going on, the girl brought her hand back and slapped him across with such force that it left him in shock. He stumbled back, hands going up to clutch his cheek as he looked up at the girl who was seething in front of him. "Y/N, what the fuck was that?!"

"That's what you get for ignoring me, you dick," she growled before pushing on his chest, causing him to stumble back once more. "Do you know how fucking worried you made me? I couldn't sleep for the past two weeks knowing that you were somewhere and that you might be in danger or you might be dead."

Five ran a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh. "Baby, I'm so sorry-"

"NO! Don't pull that shit with me," she yelled, walking to stand even closer to him, her ears starting to go red at the tips. "Five, don't you ever pull that shit on me again. What the hell were you even thinking? You left with no notice at all and you just go off the grid on me? I should break up with your ass right now."

At this statement Five froze up, his eyes going wide. There was no way that he could lose her. He opened and closed his mouth, thinking of what to say. He knew that she had a point and what she was saying was true. He leaned down and grabbed her hands, pulling her closer into his chest. "Babe, please. I'm so sorry, please," he begged her. Although she was still pissed, Y/N couldn't help but give into his touch and lean into him, to which he replied by letting go of her hands and wrapping his hands tightly around her frame.

"I wish I could hate you," she whispered into his chest as she wrapped her own arms around his waist. "But I know I can't live without you. You got lucky this time, Hargreeves."

Five chuckled airly, his arms going down to her thighs and picking her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. "I sure did," he smiled, kissing her temple as he walks them back over to her bed and lay down with her on top of him. She cuddled back into his neck, leaving feathery kisses on it as he raked his fingers through her soft hair.

"I missed you," he whispered, pressing another kiss onto her hair. She lett out a heavy breath, pulling her head closer to his chest, grabbing onto his shirt. He could feel the fabric getting wet, presumably from her crying.

"I missed you too," she replied equally as quiet. "I was so worried, Five. I thought something happened," she confessed, continuing to cry. "If something had happened to you, which I thought it did, I-I don't know what I would've done."

"Hey, don't worry about that," he said, shushing her and putting the hair behind her ear. He grabbed her chin gently and brought it up so she was looking at him. "You know I'd never leave you." Y/N only scoffed, averting her eyes.

"Well that's easy for you to say because you're not the one checking your phone every two seconds hoping for a response or anything to tell you that your boyfriend is ok," she says quietly, hitting his chest weakly. "That's all I needed, Five. What the hell."

"Ok, that was a dick move, and I'm really sorry," he says. Y/N rolls her eyes, but Five could see a smile making its way onto her face.

"Yeah, it was a major dick move, you asshole," she mumbles out, putting her head back into his neck. He laughed, hugging her waist tighter and nodding her head.

"But soon, we won't have to worry about it, love," he says quietly into her hair, giving her another kiss. "Soon we'll be 18, and I can finally escape that hellhole I call home, and we can move somewhere far away from all of this." Y/N smiled at the thought of her and Five living in a small apartment together, just the two of them, finally. She moved her head to look up at him and smile, to which he gave her a loving smile back.

"Yeah, okay," she says giddily. Five takes her cheek in his hand and kisses her lightly. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but that's all it needs to be. Y/N cuddles back into him and he holds her tightly, and that's how to two of them fall asleep that night. And in both of their minds, they're counting the minutes until they can escape.

#five hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #tua #imagine #prompt #19 #27 #42 #requested

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xottzot · 6 years

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2018-06(JUN)-16th--Saturday--at this hellhole--.....

2018-06(JUN)-16th--Saturday--at this hellhole--.

An aboriginal adult woman comes out of fatguts aboriginal criminal household and walks very slowly along the footpath......she's got her eyes glued to the ground and keeps diverting off her wnderings and picking up things, inspecting them, and putting them in her pocket......she comes up to the corner household that now has tenants living there (Mitchell's old house)...and she ends a lot more time hanging around the no-fenced place picking up cigarette butts from around their driveway....she looks hard into the yard but decided since there's a car parked in there, to not trespass into the yard this time, which is a VERY rare thing.....

She keeps very slowly going around the footpath and picking up anything, inspecting it, then either dropping it back to the ground or putting it into her pocket.....

She rounds the corner and gets off the footpath and starts walking on the road.....

Dropped small plastic bags of illegal drugs are very common here.........usually empty, I saw one just a day or so ago......

The 'Maddies' house (next door to the old man who yells out and swears and bangs his green corrugated sheet metal fence all the time with his fist) has vehicles parked all over the front verge and on the footpath......and one black sports car has its rear end illegally poking out onto the road because it's been parked that way for many hours.......

But the aboriginal very surpisingly doesn't try to thieve out of the vehicles...this time....and she continues slowly onwards and keeps looking all over the footpath across the road that she's now walking on....and she heads closer to the Koongamia shops....

(LATER....IN ADITION, a RED SEDAN ALSO PARKS ON THE STREET VERGE THERE AND IT TOO LEAVES IT'S ENTIRE REAR END OF THE VEHICLE HANGING OVER THE KERB AND ONTO THE ROAD.........and shortly afterwards the black sports car with the Police yellow work-order sticker on its windscreen drives off ALL ALONG ON THE FOOTPATH in great haste and vanishes easterly after it passes the criminal aboriginal households close to midday noon).....dogs barking everywhere.....

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Around 10:30am an aboriginal man appears and is walking along on the footpath side of the street and avoids the jam-packed cars at the Maddies house. It would be useless to try to use the footpath in any case because of them all.

TRAVELLING WITH the man are a group of aboriginal kids, with school backpacks and dressed in school uniforms. (on a Saturday? Perhaps they are from one of the adhoc ersatz fake schools for young aboriginal criminals, the offspring of criminal aboriginals....)

The are all walking on the southern side of the street on the footpath, go past all the congested parked cars, and then just stop.

One aboriginal young girl breaks off from the group, crosses the road, and using the footpath, goes down into Fatguts criminal aboriginal household. She is unaccompanied. It is like the man is apprehensive at going down there completely but still has to 'make sure' she goes to fatguts place.

Once she is out of sight there, he turns around and takes the group of aboriginal kids with him back towards the Koongamia shops direction.......

Because I say that 'direction', do NOT ever asume they are going to any of those shops.

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At fatguts criminal aboriginal household, they have had their yellow lidded recycled bin parked out next to the kerb for days. It is not full of recylable stuff, just garbage. It is so full of crap and garbage, that the yellow lid can only be closed halfway-down as the garbage protrudes that much out of it all.

But that's 'normal for them'...it's only been going on for YEARS and YEARS amongst the crimnal aboriginal households of that street, and it's open to all the rats, and crows, and cats that roam around and spread all the diseased stuff everywhere and the diseases as well...

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Every now and again an aboriginal will arive and go into fatguts criminal household, stay for a very short time, then leave.

As I write this, one aboriginal adult on a pushbike has done just that. He of course does NOT wear a bicycle helmet because at any moment he can drop the bike and feign complete disownership of it or of riding it should any Police or authorities pull him up. That criminal tactic has been going on for MANY YEARS at this hellhole area...... - a lot of the time the bicycle is stolen in any case......

If they are ever fined for not wearing a mandatory bicycle helmet, they simply don't pay the fines....and if pressured to do so, they go demanding free legal assistance and exemption from aboriginal departments and claim 'victimisation just because they are aboriginal'....this has been going on for MANY MANY YEARS........

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The damned endangered species feral black cockatoos have been non-stop making extreme messes from attacking & feeding upon the eucalyptus gum trees........messes which I am having to continually clean up...and NOT catch/get diseased up and ill from all their crap......... (yes, it's happened before).......

THAT GOES ON EVERYDAY....SEVERAL TIMES PER DAY......ABSOLUTELY NONE OF IT CAN BE CLEANED UP AND IT STAYS CLEANED UP....

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Poor Max has again been VERY growley. He is in a lot of physical pain perhaps, but he will not let me examine him and is liable to attack me if I try. He growls ALL THE TIME. -- THIS IS A HELLHOLE......

Poor Sam whimpers and whines all the time, and this too cause them BOTH distress and get them angry as they create a rising hostile anger....and each blames ME..........when I am not in any way to blame at all. -- THIS IS A HELLHOLE......

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11:35am.......around 6 aboriginal males have been yelling and loudly calling out as they walked westwards along Clayton Street.....

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Around the same time, a bikie on a LOUD motorbike, travelled past them all...and went to the Koongamia shops area.....

10 minutes later it returned past there again at aorund 20 minutes to 12 midday noon.

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There are neighbourhood dogs barking loudly a LOT.

It upsets poor Sam and poor Max.

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NOBODY CARES ABOUT ME.

NOBODY CARES ABOUT THE HEALTH AND WELLBEING OF POOR SAM AND POOR MAX AND POOR ME.

NOBODY CARES ABOUT THIS HELLHOLE....DON'T EVER ASUME POLITICIANS DO BECAUSE THEY DO NOT, AND NEITHER DOES AUTHORITIES.....

NOBODY CARES ABOUT ALL THE WANDERING CRIMINALS AND THE SHIT....AND I DON'T MEAN THE HUGE PILES OF DISEASED RIDDEN DOG SHIT EVERYWHERE (NOT BY POOR DEAR SAM AND POOR DEAR MAX....BUT BY OTHER DOGS, PASSING ANDOR ROAMING FREE).

ALL THAT LAYS ABOUT AND CROWS AND BIRDS EAT IT AND SPREAD ALL THE DISEASE AND FILTH ABOUT TOO....

I TRY TO KEEP MY AREA CLEAN OF IT ALL BUT IT'S AN NEVER-ENDING EVERYDAY UPHILL TORTURE THAT NEVER EVER ENDS AND HAS NOT ENDED FOR MANY YEARS......AND IT GIVES ME GREAT PHYSICAL PAINS IN DOING ALL THAT DAMNED CLEANING UP......AND IN THE DAMNED RAIN......IN HELL.....NEVERENDING.....

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Oh!, and just as I was trying to type this very sentence......2 roaming young men (looking for ?) came in a big black dual cab? ute with a personalised license numberplate and banged on the front door. Of course it wasn't answered. To do so risks innocent inhabitants being attacked. (THAT happened to my dear mother.) - And then it drove away.....and ANOTHER very suspect looking man also wearing all black came out of the criminal walkway and went to a house that used to be owned by good people but now is one of the many very suspect criminal households no stranger to criminal aboriginals, and the vehicle returned and parked there on the street where the one on foot and the one from the vehicle went up to/in to, conducted their business (drug business?) for around 5 minutes, then came out and drove away and walked away with one driving and the other walking back the way he had came........

THEN...the vehicle returned there...and a small mini excavator piece of machinery was driven out and put onto a trailer the big black dual cab? ute was now towing. -- So.......you can just hire things out like that from a suspect household now can you? - I wonder where it originated from? Stolen as well like so much of everything about this hellhole now?

Poor dear Sam and poor dear Max have become EXTREMELY VERY VERY distressed.........AGAIN.......

THIS FUCKING HELLHOLE AREA......FULL OF CRIMINALS........

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Less than an hour or so after the vehicle and the trailer had gone....an aboriginal man wanders/staggers out of fatguts aboriginal criminal household and goes to the Kongamia shops area......

5 minutes after he leaves there, ANOTHER aboriginal man wanders into fatguts aboriginal criminal household.....

And around 5 minutes after that the first aboriginal man wanders back again to fatguts aboriginal criminal household carrying a plastic carry bag with a single loaf of sliced bread in it. Not staggering so much now....

Then the black sports car of the 'Maddies' house returns and parks on the street verge and 30 seconds later another vehicle from there parks on the same street verge.......

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....Non-stop comings and goings at ANY time in this hellhole criminal area......ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT....EVERYDAY.......EVERYNIGHT......

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A 'Watcher' vehicle is parked-up in one of the usual Watcher locations and has been for hours. Nobody gets out, nobody gets in.

It watches along the hellhole street full of criminals, wandering criminals, criminal households, constant comings and goings, so many vehicles coming and going too.....

It will say there until the next 'shift' takes over and possibly another vehicle takes its place and parks in the same place to keep watch.......since they never like to get out of thior vehicles to be seen.....

Hah! - Just as I was writing this part...ANOTHER vehicle pulled up and parked near it....and again nobody gets out and nobody gets in........BUT....it doesn't stay for long, less than 5 minutes....then it takes off and VERY slowly drives along the streets full of crimnal households and rounds the corner and stops by the shops area but not IN the shops carpark area....where once again it just observes and nobody gets out and nobody gets in.....in only stays there for less than 5 minutes then drives slowly away.......who is driving it you may ask yourself...but the windows are tinted dark so you can't see.........like all the watcher cars usually are.......

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ALL thse things in this post go on all at once or overlap each other in time. Almost as if one thing happening simply triggers another, or they are all acting on schedules......

It's NEVERENDING.....

And throughout it are RARE instances of innocent occurences of innocents......innocents who are prey and victims for the criminals to hide amongst........

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Now.....even before I can post this....a small offroad quad motorbike with green rear fenders has been taken out of hiding and transported to another place, to Mitchells old place, where it WILL eventually come tearing out and all about the roads and street verges and oval and all about and Police and authorities can do NOTHING AT ALL ABOUT IT...NOTHING AT ALL......

Police sirens are all loudly sounding as Police are travelling all about on the roads........they're 'too busy'...and the criminals know this........the motorbikes and illegal shit will go on INTO THE DARKNESS AND ALL NIGHT AND INTO THE EARLY MORNING AND ON AND ON AND ON......

And Police and authorities can do nothing about ANY of it.........they've done lacklustre things in the past and NOTHING AT ALL HAS STOPPED ANY OF IT...only stalled it for brief periods.......

ALL OF THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS.......

The cycles of crime and attempted wrangling to bring in law an dorder, which results in temporary peace and quiet but....it ALL RETURNS just as it ALWAYS returns AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN....and AGAIN.

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This has once again become a criminals ghetto....full of criminals......

Where young kids are brought up and trained to be criminals whilst they too are preyed upon by criminals...thus keeping it all going....and it will keep going on FOREVER........the crime, the criminals, the drugs, the drug dealings, the deaths, the utter misery to innocents in and about this hellhole.....

And NOT just to here....but to all areas around, Bellevue, Greenmount, Midland, Boya, Kalamunda, Guildford, and all small place anywhere about and within........and that includes the Perth airport areas too and closeby......

'tis the time for crime and criminals to be rampant enough to start making the feckless NEWS too obvious to ignore, but things can always be clamped down upon and kept secret until weeks or months later......you think I'm joking? I'm NOT. It's going on ALL THE TIME........

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As I type this, yet ANOTHER bikie on a motorbike has LOUDLY gone by.......AGAIN......what is that now today...the 6th time at the very least....?

Now there is a period of false calm......... it IS false....and it IS temporary......probably whereby the criminals are all too drunk or drugged-up...just waiting for it all to subside before they become rampant again.......

Western Australian Police have PLEADED with residents to supply the Police with any information......well fuck YOU! - People have done that...people do that....and NOTHING CHANGES AND IT ALL ONLY GETS WORSE AND WORSE AND WORSE and it all has been getting WORSE for so many damned YEARS AND YEARS.....

In the NEWS media is vainglorious news of this area and other around it being 'reborn'.....well THAT is all utter bullshit....I've seen THAT crowed about so MANY times before.......... SO FUCK THE LOT OF YOU YOU FUCKING LIARS AND CRIMINALS AND EXPLOITERS.....

Oh look, another 'Watcher' has positioned themselves in one of the usual places...but they've only stayed a few minutes...nobody gets out of or into the vehicle...then it slowly drives away....just fucking useless......

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THIS HELLHOLE...........

Where it will all get worse the closer it gets to darkness...the continues on into the night....and police with sirns blaring will give chases........

Oh look! That small quadbike motorbike has come out of Mitchells old place and gone tearing about all ON the roads with complete no fear of any Police or authorities because nobody gives a shit about the law about this hellhole area.......certainly not the criminals be they aboriginal criminals or other criminals......and certainly not the Police it seems.......

And it goes all along the roads and up to and around the Koongamia shops.......

ALL THIS HAS HAPPENED COUNTLESS TIMES BEFORE WITH ABORIGINALS TOO.......THIS IS A FUCKING LAWLESS PLACE.......A HELLHOLE.....

Police and authorities have no power at this hellhole......they only pounce upon the most weakest they can find and make media events out of.............

It's not even 3pm and it's not even dark yet.........

And then later will come Summer....and the 'mysterious' fires that threaten homes and lives and any and everyone innocent.....

And AGAIN the Police and authorities will plead for help and information....WELL FUCK YOU! - This is a hellhole full of criminals and criminality and crime.......and they DO NOT CONFINE THEMSELVES JUST TO THIS HELLHOLE AREA......

Remember how bad Balga used to be? - THIS is ANOTHER Balga.........WORSE than Balga.......

Whomever you are reading this....YOU HAVE NO IDEA AT ALL OF THIS HELLHOLE.......NONE AT ALL....least of all what it is to be innocent and trapped in this fucking hellhole area.........

It used to be such a lovely place.............with kind and gentle innocent people........

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you just as you promised us both. You have abandoned me and poor Sam and poor Max in this HELLHOLE......... - Remember when I am dead that I was ALWAYS INNOCENT AND KIND AND TRUTHFUL AND GENTLE AND HONEST AND LOVING AND CARING....and I always wanted to be with YOU.......

Oh God,....I've a VERY terrible headache that has been with me for hours since I was abruptly awoken before dawn many hours ago and not been let back to sleep.......

If I ever win LOTTO big, which I've never done and it's a vain hope, I will also certainly leave this hellhole FOREVER and NEVER EVER LOOK BACK UPON IT.

Poor dear Sam and poor dear Max also need to be rescued and be with you and I dear Fliss as I do from this damned hellhole......

Absolutely NOBODY, NOT ANYONE has any idea of this hellhole.......

It has not always been like this....when dear Fliss was here it was good and quiet and full of honest people and caring people, many of whom we helped and it was a lovely place to live in peace and quiet and safety...........But they've all left andor been driven out by crime and criminals, NOW IT IT IS A HELLHOLE AND HAS BEEN FOR SO MANY MANY YEARS SINCE JUST BEFORE DEAR FLISS LEFT........It was one of the very things which caused her to have a severe mental episode and which she crashed from.

SHOULD I EVER BE GRACED BY WINNING LOTTO (an utterly vain dream of impossible innocent hope because all my innocent hope at all is impossible) I WOULD NOT GIVE 1c TO ANY OF THEM. NOT AT ALL. NOR DO I BEQUEATH ANYTHING AT ALL TO ANY OF THEM I CATEGORICALLY STATE THIS FOR EVIDENCE. NONE OF THE CRIMINALS DESERVE ANYTHING EXCEPT YOUR UTTER CONTEMPT BECAUSE THEY TREAT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING WITH THE VERY SAME AS THEY EXPLOIT THEM AND MAKE PEOPLES LIVES HELL IN THIS HELLHOLE AND ALL AROUND THIS HELLHOLE AREA......

And the Police and authorities are utterly clueless and powerless and have NO IDEA AT ALL about anything and despite KNOWING about it all NOTHING IS DONE UNTIL VERY WORSE CASES OCCUR WHICH CANNOT BE HIDDEN FROM THE PUBLIC OR COVERED UP BY THEM ANDOR POLITICIANS WHO ARE TRULY TERRIBLE........only THEN do they do lacklustre feeble attempts that never last......if they DID last then it would NOT be as bad as it is....or as bad as it has been for so MANY MANY YEARS here at this hellhole.......

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