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From left to right my wife's closest family: grandmother, mother. 3 generations @ the Old People's Home in Eastern Hungary. We visited my wife's grandfather.
it's Really Hard ,,
Last Day's in School ;''(
Dnt Want THis Year 2 Finish,,
Uufff ,, Dnt Know Wt i want 2 say
7ddddiii Mt'9ay8a !
i want To enjoy These Days !
*This pic Was Taken By Soomy Fee Jasmiz 3rad Youm R7na M3 L skool !
3. Wonderful Life - Poland - 03/07/2016...
Sony SLT A55V + Tamron 90.0 mm...
Cat: Close-up ...
© 2016 Zbigniew Walkiewicz...
“Sometimes I arrive just when God's ready to have somone click the shutter.” - Ansel Adams...
In Explore - #183
621...
This is the 3 Sisters Waterfalls in the backcountry of San Diego. The hike down to this location is not very long 4-5 miles but can be very steep and sketchy in certain areas.
I decided to get out there at sunrise so that I would not have all the shadows created by the canyon. It was kind of nice to be the first one on the trail that morning.
The waterfalls in San Diego are not a constant phenomenon, they only start to appear during the winter season. A month ago this was probably pretty dry.
Hiking info:
143 880-3 mit einem gemischten Güterzug von Seelze nach Engelsdorf. Aufnahme bei Stumsdorf.
143 880-3 with a mixed freight train near Stumsdorf
a 3 car accident caused this monstrous traffic jam yesterday afternoon. fortunately no one was reported injured
Liselot and Roos
i want to say big MERCiiiiiiii for every like and comments... this mean a lot for me <3
Peonies and roses are starting to flower!
Processed it with Florabella textures (I think I'm not the only one becoming addicted to those gorgeous textures - so much fun to play with them in PS). ;D
Have a great Tuesday everyone!
You know at the mornings many of us in transport look like those 3 Chinese Monkeys - do not talk; do not see; do not listen...
Well it is great for a photographer, but sometimes i think is it really no any desire to observe the things around?
Wish you great Monday and the week ahead.
Happy Birthday to Vicky ♥ Snhật vui vẻ nha mày </3
Hôm nay được nghĩ ở nhà học bài để maii thi :x
Mà bài thì nhiều vô đối :( học mệt chếtt luônn :(
Bởi vậy học xong bấn loạn , haha .
Làm clip khùng dean tặng ny :*
Xem xong rồi đó , không buồn nữa đó , lần đầu tiên em làm clip vậy đó biết không ?
Vì vậy anh nên biết anh đặc biết hơn tất cả mọi người ♥
Em ước gì tụi mình như vậy hoài anh ha <3
Em yêu anh , Anh yêu em ♥ Chỉ như thế là đủ <3
Nhiều khi em giận hờn vu vơ cũng chỉ mong rằng được anh năn nỉ và chọc em cười mà thôi ♥
33 9993388 2 con mami P :)) <3
Coi như tao bố thí mày đó , cũng chả có giá trị gì với tao , đồ rẻ tiền mà 20k 30k thôi , muốn làm gì với nó thì làm :)) haha. tưởng làm vậy chọc tao tức hả ;;) xin lỗi đết có cữa :))
====The Iceberg Lounge====
"Have you ever considered that life is one cruel joke? That every second, the clock ticks ever closer to death. You might ask what that is, death. What happens at the end? Nothing? Everything? The only people who have seen it, can't come back and tell us, can they? I know what you might think "Superman came back. Batman came back. Green Arrow and a couple of Lanterns have the odd resurrection too." But did they talk? No, It simply can't be comprehended. Nothing more than a "bright light," sometimes we don't even get that. Not all of us are superheroes, not all of us can rely on divine intervention to bring us or our loved ones back. We search and search, but we've found nothing! Zombies exist! Ghosts exist! I've seen them with my own two eyes, but do they talk? Never. No one ever does. It's a conspiracy. I mean what about you? Have you ever died? What do you think?"
Len- I think Billy, you've had too much to drink. When I'm saying that, it's best to just go home.
*Clock King grumbles something about being unappreciated, then staggers away. It's almost funny. You'd think working with Penguin, these kinds of ramblings would be different. But nope. Same old shit about the people they've killed, the women they've screwed and some novice first year philosophical crap. There are some changes though. The chants. Those are new*
Patrons- Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
*Penguin's office overlooks the main bar, sat on top of an enormous fish tank. The black mass within swims about, it's interest piqued. Penguin stands beside the Zebra- an ex-Kobra agent, who dangles a terrified man above the tank*
Walton- Please Mr Cobblepot.
Penguin- These past weeks have been hard gentlemen, I'll admit it. A sniper attacked here. Here, in the Iceberg Lounge! And yet through that crucible of blood, truces have been made and alliances have been forged. We should be enjoying peace time, sharing laughs over the finest beer, no? Yet, there are some, who don't approve of this peace and quiet! Some who want to stir things up! You remember Mr Walton don't you? Mr Walton's been picking fights, haven't you son? Why he went over to Blackfire's turf and tried to blow the damn place to smithereens! And you know what we do to troublemakers!
Patrons- Orca! Orca! Orca!
Penguin- Yes. I hope you packed your swim wear son.
*Walton screams as the Zebra drops him into the fish tank below. He struggles, trying to gasp for air, but upon reaching the surface, Penguin knocks him back down with the tip of his umbrella. The crazed crowd roar with pleasure, and Oswald Cobblepot feels ten men tall, as the patrons praise his name, as Walton disappears into the murky depths, leaving a trail of blood behind. One Kabuki lights his cigarette, placing it on the holder. As Cobblepot puffs it, he sees his bartender and raises his umbrella in recognition "Leonard! Let's talk"*
===Solomon Chapel===
*These past weeks I've done things I've never done before. My memory is hazy. I kept having visions of things... orders, like commands from God but I- I don't know what it is, but with everything that happened, I don't want the past repeating itself*
Blackfire- Leaving Philip?
Ten- Yes, I... um, I appreciate everything you've done for me Deacon, really, but I saw... heard you at the meeting and I just... I'm going to the hotel. Charles has agreed to take me in. I just need to get my belongings and I'll be gone.
Blackfire- I'm... disappointed you won't reconsider.
Ten- I'm not a violent man father. Maybe once, but not anymore. I can't condone a witch hunt of any kind.
Blackfire- A shame. I'd rather hoped you'd continue our journey together. You and I.
Ten- And I'm sorry. But this... isn't me.
Blackfire- A drink then. For your trouble. I have an unopened bottle of communion wine in the chapel.
*I nod. It's only fair. We raise our glasses and I sip. He just watches, peculiarly.*
Blackfire- I brought you a gift.
Ten- Pardon?
*My head... It's thumping... I stagger out of my seat and I try reaching out into the darkness
Blackfire- Feeling lightheaded? I'm afraid I can't let you leave just yet. You see, I'd like to reintroduce you to an old friend of yours. Harold Simms. We found him in Chinatown. The GCPD never caught him following his escape from Blackgate, but the new Task Force is much more effective
Ten- You... You poisoned me?
Blackfire- No. I've enlightened you.
*I... Finding it harder to think. I'm surrounded by cloaked figures... Followers... jeering at me all of a sudden*
Blackfire- Behold the ten-eyed monster my children! He is a non believer, and a traitor to our holy mission. But watch, as I change his mind!
*And then I realise... why I've been having head aches, why I've been acting out*
Ten- How many times? How many times have you drugged me?
Blackfire- Not enough.
Ten- You... you sir, are a fraud. You're no holy man! You're a-
Blackfire- Do not preach to me. Your eyes, Philip, were not what failed you, it was your soul. Blackened by your crimes. I speak not of your robberies or your heists, but your "service." Fighting and killing for the rich and corrupt! The same rich who would wall in their problems rather than taking the direct approach as I have done. They are all sinners, and only I can lead the way. And yet, I can fix you, set you right. All it takes is one sip of my cleansing cocktail... All I ask of you, is to kill the photographic fiend before you.
====Elliot Heights Hotel====
*Batman stopped by a few days ago, leaving Dekker with us. Said Sionis would kill him if he had the chance. Do I like the guy? Honestly, he creeps us all out a bit, and he's completely self serving. But when the alternative is leaving him to Black Mask, I get why Bats left him here. Even if *he* doesn't*
Dekker- I need to get out of here. This, my little Peanut, is bollocks, and I won't be sucked dry sir, not today!
Rigger- Do I gag him?
Chuck- What? No, he might like it. Dekker, you're among friends. Batman left you here for a reason, there isn't a safer place in Arkham.
Dekker- And that's just it cupcake. I don't want to be here. I was promised freedom for my cooperation!
Chuck- Didn't you think that none of us want to be here? We don't Dekker! We don't! We all want to fly our fucking kites, but we can't! Out of fear that they'll shoot em down!
Rigger- I'm sorry. What do kites have to do with this?
*There's a knocking at the door. Maybe it's Stingeree, back with Ten? Or, maybe it's Black Mask? Rigger arms himself, and opens the door, where a blue, green and bloody figure runs in*
Chuck- Jesus, Mitch, where have you been? I thought-
*He grabs Chuck by his uniform and looks up with horror filled eyes*
Chuck- Hey, hey it's ok
Mitch- I was... I was waiting for the food dumps on Sunday, Easter Sunday, when it went down. I went into the Gazette building and I- I saw *him*
Rigger- Wait, who?
Dekker- It's the Joker! It's the Joker, I bloody knew it!
Chuck- Shut up! Mitch, who... who did it?
Mitch- Black... Black Spider...
====Iceberg Lounge====
Penguin- This is my pride and joy Leonard. My Arctic Roller. Custom built of course, the base model is German. Those patterns, are engravings by a fine Norwegian artist, Stefan Tomlinson. Hidden weaponry, under the hood. It's a good thing the guards never found it. Last thing I'd want is it confiscated, and driven into a tree by some imbecile who never passed his driving test...
You're thinking about Walton aren't you? ... I told you, when we first met, that I valued loyalty above all else. Those who lie, or cheat me deserve nothing less than a swim with Ms Balin.
Len- I get it.
*Penguin places a pudgy hand on his back*
Penguin- You're a good man Leonard. Better than I ever was. Excuse me.
*He waddles over to Zebra Man*
Penguin- This better be important.
Zebra- They say they have witness.
Penguin- What?
Zebra- Yes, they-
Penguin- Sssh, quiet! Who? Who, you idiot?
Zebra- Mitchell... Mayo.
...
Penguin- Who the bloody hell is Mitchell Mayo?
The southern most of 3 tunnels cuts through Archean (Precambrian) age metamorphic and igneous rocks in Wind River Canyon between Shoshoni and Thermopolis, Wyoming, These rocks form the core of theOwl Creek Mountains which are dissected by the canyon. Most of the Precambrian rocks started out as sediments and basalts deposited in a trough on the margins of the Wyoming Craton during the Archean, about 2.9 bya. Metamorphism of these rocks occurred around 2.7 bya which resulted in black schists and amphibolites that was later intruded by white to pinkish gray quartz monzonite (Granite). A dike of the granite intrusive can be see on the opposite canyon wall in this photo. These rocks, some of the oldest in Wyoming, represent a time when Wyoming was a separate microcontinent (the Wyoming Craton) which existed 500 million years before the North American Continent formed.
Since I grew up north of Wind River Canyon in the Bighorn Basin, I number the 3 tunnels from north to south. Using that methodology the southernmost tunnel, pictured here, is #3. In this picture, the # 2 tunnels is visible through #3. The Tunnels were dug when the road was first built through the Canyon in 1925. Before that time wagons then cars had to go over the top of the Owl Creek Mountains. The river is to the right of the tunnel.
This location was the sight of the original Boysen Dam. Built in 1908 by a Dutch immigrant, Asmus Boysen, the dam supplied water and power to his copper and gold mines up on nearby Copper Mountain. Boysen was wealthy, a miner, prospector, businessman, entrepreneur, and most of all a visionary ( some say dreamer). But in this case things didn’t go as Boysen planned. The railroad planned to pass through the canyon by the dam, The rising water behind the small dam threatened to flood their tracks. In 1908 as the dam was completed, the railroad filed suit in court that same year. In 1911 the CB&O railroad was built through the canyon. In that same year the power plant started providing electricity to Boysen’s mines as well as the towns of Shoshoni and Riverton to the south. But that didn’t last very long. in 1915, The Wyoming Supreme Court ruled that the dam’s super structure had to be removed. That made the dam smaller and power generation much less profitable. Then in 1923 a major flood filled the plant with silt and all operations ceased. Mining declined, law suits continued, and finally Mr. Boysen lost his fortune in the venture. He died in 1938. Following all the legal wrangling the dam was finally removed in 1948 as part of a new dam project. In the 40s a new dam was built upstream 2 miles. Authorized in 1944, construction started in 1947, water storage started in 1951, power generation in 1952 and the Federal Government declared the project completed in 1953. The new Dam and Reservoir was named Boysen in honor of the dreamer who built the first dam in the Canyon. The silty bottom of the reservoir formed by Mr. Boysen’s dam is now populated with cottonwood trees and provides area for two of the campgrounds in Boysen State Park
For years The Dam Bar and Cafe by the south end of tunnel #3 just to the left of the photo. It was torn down before I can remember about the time the new dam was finished. For even a longer period, a swinging bridge crossed the river at the old dam site. My Dad would stop there and let us kids cross the rickety old bridge . It too is gone and only childhood memories remain…
Reference;
www.wyohistory.org/encyclopedia/history-boysen-dam
wyoparks.wyo.gov/index.php/places-to-go/boysen
windriver.org/experience/driving-tours/boysen-reservoir-t...
Condie, K C., 1967, Petrologic reconnaissance of the Precambrian rocks in the Wind River Canyon, central Owl Creek Mountains, Wyoming: University ofWyoming Contributions to Geology, v. 6, p. 123-129.
Halo 3 warthog, my favorite 'Hog. Features fully rotating turret, seating for two in the cabin, an engine under the hood plus rubber band suspension. No steering (unlike on my halo 4 hog) as it makes it irritating to roll around and play with.
If there is enough interest, I could sell a limited run kit as the build is incredibly strong and sitting at about 270 pieces.
====Gotham. Warehouse District====
*This abandoned warehouse brings back memories. It was the first Moth-Cave, the current storage space for all his gear. It was also the first meeting place of the Misfits. Funny that we're here now. I met Drury at a parents evening. Our kids was just starting elementary, and they were good friends, that is until... When I became Kite-Man, part-time avenging angel, part-time supervillain, Drury sought me out for a job. I met Len and Gar- the three of them thick as thieves even back then, and Mortimer Drake, who's desire for riches and thrills kept him around for a while, before he was injured in a shoot-out. Drury's goal was to get the attention of a new guy- Tom Blake. Catman. Gotta say, he gave a heck of a first impression when he showed up. Fast car, great smile and the ability to sound like he knew everything when he *really* knew very little. Still doesn't. He's the guy who introduced us to Julian Day. We weren't the smartest guys out there, so we took him in no questions asked. That was our first mistake, and now we're at a crossroads. Regardless of the state of things, Jules is our friend. My other friends are a little too... bloodthirsty for my liking*
Len- Chuck...
Chuck- I'm just saying. We don't have to kill him.
Len- He's destroying the city, he's killed a buncha people-
Chancer- -And worst of all he's making us look bad!
Len- Said Chancer the psychopath. Glad to see you've got your priorities straight.
*Sharp groans, and sips his beer. It's funny. We still see him as the newbie, but he's probably the best person here who can understand Julian. Sharp once joined some bug cult to seek revenge on us Misfits. Almost succeeded too*
Chuck- Where's Drury? You said-
*Len lights a cigarette and takes in a big puff. He quit years ago*
Len- He'll be here. Said he was getting some extra muscle.
Chancer- Hnh. You've seen those things. It'd have to be extra big muscle.
====The Rooftops====
Drury- Kinda wish we met in the Cave. Is it true you have a dinosaur?
*Gotham is hurting. Because I wasn't doing my job. If I hadn't been so occupied with Tommy, I'd have been able to stop Day before he even started. But it's a slippery slope. Every time someone dies here, every time, I feel- and I know, that I could have done more. Across the city, my family fights these monsters, and deals with the panic unleashed by Day. It's an older version of Crane's formula, but nonetheless dangerous. It's the creatures that will do the most damage until we find out what they are. Myself and... some unexpected allies*
Gar- They ain't real. Some kind of projection- worked with similar shit during my days at Panessa. Combine it with Crane's gas and you've got some real nightmares.
Drury- What do we think? Billings?
Bruce- No. Spellbinder hasn't been outside his own house in weeks, nor would he align himself with Calendar Man. Not after he lost his leg.
Drury- Then who?
Bruce- Kaliban maybe. The Spook. He escaped during the Blackgate riots, and these are similar to illusions he's created in the past. And yet... it's never been on this scale before.
Drury- Must be drawing a lot of power. I took a few electrical classes in high school.
Gar- You flunked those.
Drury- No, those I passed, it was chemistry I failed at.
Gar- Explains the cocoon gun.
Bruce- He has to be transmitting the signal from somewhere. The GCR tower. It'll give him the chance to admire his handiwork.
Gar- Never liked him. He's gone off the deep end and is dragging every single C-list villain with him
Drury- I've got some guys at the harbour warehouses. The Misfits.
Bruce- I'll call the Batwing, see if anyone of my people are available to meet us there
Gar- Right. Er, Bats? Condolences.
Batman- Thank you. And... Congratulations
*I jump off the roof, and glide away, but not before hearing what Lynns and Walker are arguing about*
Drury- What was that?
Gar- What? Jealous Bugman?
====
*Just as we're getting on each others nerves again, the doors crash open. I almost faint, thinking it's one of those... things. It isn't*
Blake- Have no fear, the life of the party has arrived!
*Was he expecting applause? I look at Len and he's dumbfounded. Blake growls*
Blake- Well this is depressing.
Len- This is your fault Blake.
Chuck- Go easy on him, this is his best friend.
Len- His "best friend" brought pigs to my bar. Fuck 'im.
Blake- Urgh is this the Jules thing again?
Chancer- Oh, what's the Jules thing?
Len- Yes. It *is* the Jules thing again. See Chancer, we needed a seventh member for our gang. Back then it was me, Walker, Chuck, Blake, Lynns and Drake- The Cavalier.
Chancer- Oh I remember him, the-
Len- Neil Diamond fan, yeah. We knew that the Justice League had seven members and that'd been working well for them. We wanted to use Rigger but guess who didn't want him around?
Blake- He would've ruined our game.
Len- Yeah, because otherwise we were smoking hot
Chuck- Cavalier had a pencil moustache Tom!
Len- So, Blake went and brought his Arkham cellmate- Jules. Funny thing though- he didn't know a damn thing about him
Blake- I knew he liked calendars.
Len- Word to the wise, if he's in a lunatic asylum, he's probably not the best man for the job. Did you even know why he was in there?
Blake- Y'know, calendar stuff.
Chancer- Oh that's pretty bad.
Blake- Chancer don't listen to this BS
Chancer- Eh. It sounds like something you'd do.
*Blake hisses and straightens his back. I hope Chancer's luck holds, or else he might get scratched up badly*
Blake- I didn't have to come here! There is a very attractive new acrobat at work, and I was hoping to mark my territory. If you know what I-
Chuck- I think that's dogs.
Len- It's definitely dogs.
Chuck- Lion taming is my job, I think I know how they behave-
Len- Signing autographs is your job. You're just the hype man with a panther. You want to talk jobs- Chuck's got that office, Chancer's waiting tables-
Chancer- All the ribs I can eat!
Len- - And I've got the bar. Get a real job.
Blake- At least I have one- Walker's unemployed
Len- *Walker* was the fucking mayor. You get elected, then complain.
*Tempers are flying now. Blake's knives, two instead of the usual three- that's weird, emerge. Len's grip tightens on his shotgun. I really should intervene*
Chuck- C'mon, we can still do this peacefully
Len- If we're not shooting Jules, I'm shooting Blake. Your call Chuck.
*We can do this peacefully*
====GCR Tower====
January Thirteenth. Considered an unlucky number for some, for me it is one rife with opportunity. The vermin ransacked my home sweet home, but they were too late to stop the inevitable. Like trying to halt dawn or dusk, or the changing of the seasons. As I gaze upon this city, now glowing a brilliant amber, I am content. My dreams fulfilled. Kaliban was more than happy to play along. As for my friends, the Misfits who looked after me- I have not forgotten their generosity, or their cruelty. Their greatest dreams are just waiting to be granted. At a cost, of course.
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(*) Da mình đen lắm =)) nhờ chui đầu vô bóng đèn đó :x
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3. Morning Chat - Poland - 16/09/2015
Sony DSC A55V + Tamron 90.0 mm...
Cat: MACRO...
© 2015 Zbigniew Walkiewicz...
I would sometimes find yourself in a place where God is waiting only for someone to open the shutter - Ansel Adams
297...
Jason Brody and his friends are captured by pirates on what seemed like the perfect tropical vacation. Now Jason must master the jungle and rescue his friends, but the only way to defeat the darkness... is to embrace it.
This moc is inspired by the Far Cry 3 figures made by [N]atsty and MGF Customs/Reviews. And of course the game inspired this too.
Bom, já aviso que lá vem migué e puxação de saco AHAHAHA e o papo-pavão de sempre, que fazia tempo que não rolava uma mani nessas cores...
Primeiro, da esmaltação: não preciso nem repetir o que o que já foi dito - esse Ludu é multichrome e magnético, único no mundo até agora, e a coleção passou super despercebida. Dispensaria fortemente o perfume do esmalte, e seria bem legal se viesse ímã em forma de onda, como o que usei, que é dum Claire's. Só sei usar magnético colocando o ímã sobre o esmalte ainda úmido, não consigo magnetizar na hora do top coat, então falhei em deixá-lo brilhante, o que é uma pena... De qualquer forma, é um esmalte fantástico e extremamente diferente, isso é inegável. Ainda tou tentando tirar mais fotos legais dessa mani <3
Do desafio, essa mani representa o meu 'algo emprestado' que é menos literal do que se eu tivesse pego algum vidrinho de alguém até porque normalmente sou eu quem empresta as coisas hahaha. Tudo que eu usei (exceto as bases) foi presente. Se não tivesse sido, eu possivelmente compraria, e falaria das mesmas pessoas, do mesmo jeito, porque ultimamente, todo mundo que me mimou com as coisas dessa foto tem me emprestado muito do seu tempo, batendo papo comigo quase todo bendito dia, o que é impagável pra mim, que ando num período meio solitário da vida HAHAHA ;( Muitíssimo obrigada, vocês duas, por terem aparecido na minha vida <3
1 x Base Casco de Cavalo, Ludurana
1 x Fortalecedor 4x1, Fortilon
1 x Ski Teal We Drop, OPI
2 x Divina, Ludurana
*In the end it takes six men to get Brown into the van. He throws a few smoke pellets in an attempt to escape, but their masks ensure its not the problem he had hoped it would be. He's still screaming as he's fastened in*
Artie- You know what my friends will do to get me back! You're all dead, you hear? Dead! How's that for a fucking clue!
Gordon- Honestly, he took that better than I expected.
Batman- He was stalling. Waiting for the Society to extract him.
Gordon- So you really think he didn't have a clue who did it?
Batman- No. He told me it was Joker.
Gordon- The Iceberg shooting? Yeah, he was always a damn good sniper... Heh. For all his posturing, Brown's safer with the feds. Word got out he was spying on Sionis, the Arkham gangs would rip him apart. Maybe that "Aaron Black" persona will find some use yet.
*Jim spits his gum into its wrapper, and sighs*
Gordon- So, Needham?
Batman- From what I've gathered, yes. They have him. Part of me thinks I should let them fight it out among themselves.
Gordon- No. No, I don't believe that for a second. That's never been you. I know you'll be back in there tomorrow to rescue Needham from whatever torture they've got lined up for him.
Batman- Hnh. Sorry Jim- Duty calls.
Jim- Of course.
Batman- I'm here Oracle, what do you have?
...
*Damn it*
====Van Cleer Manor====
Talon- Kill the old man first.
Gaige- You pigeons seem awfully sure of yourselves.
Talon- We've had practice. Centuries of it.
*Gaige lets out a small laugh, which transforms into a scream as he approaches his attackers. He impales one on a harpoon- It simply walks through it. He yells a slew of incorehent curses at them- curse words in his native tongue. And then, one, dressed in a coat dating back from the eighteenth century stops, and draws his sword. With a gesture the other Talons lower their weapons. It takes note of the tattoos across the Shark's body, and of the ripped red bandana across his eyes, and it growls*
Talon- You speak the language of the seas?
*The other assassins step aside, one handing Gaige a new cutlass*
Talon- Pirate.
*Gaige examines his new weapon, smiling a sharp toothed grin*
Gaige- I prefer the term buccaneer. I come from clan Gaige. I fought in Nanda Parbat. I stole from Peña Duro, and I served the Knyavezs in Russia. And, you are?
Talon- I hail from the US Navy. Captain George Smith. Your "clan" destroyed my fleet at the Battle of Tortuga.
Gaige- I'm afraid, that doesn't ring a bell. "Matey."
*What follows is a duel unlike any other. They both were born on the seven seas, they know it's customs well. And these ancient enemies- Pirate Captain and Government stooge clashed swords, as the other assassins watched with interest. The Talon, Smith, slashes Gaige across his chest, and Gaige angrily headbutts him. Greyish blood leaks from Smith's nose, as he shrieks "cheater! Cheater!" It is the last thing he says before Gaige cuts his head off.*
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*Miranda shoots down two talons in their path, like they were nothing more than target practice. But when she turns back, and sees Drury watching her, she slows down, allowing one to throw a star at her, scraping her cheek*
Drury- Miranda-! I've... I've got this!
*He picks up her fallen gun, and starts firing, but the Talons are climbing up the walls, throwing whatever weapons they have on them, and Drury's weak leg stops him from putting up a good fight*
Drury- Get out of my home.
*The closest Talon nods. Cobb*
Talon- We would love to. Walker.
Drury- You... I know you, don't I? You're the guy who worked with Signal Man, you destroyed Havenrock, didn't you?
Talon- Wrong. Havenrock was not our work, and I was no underling. Philip Cobb was a relative of mine. He had ambitions, ones I admired. But family... tends to disappoint. A lesson you need teaching.
*Miranda rises from the ground, and runs Cobb through with a golden sword, it's adorned with arabic symbols. Cobb looks down at the sword*
Talon- Charming.
Miranda- Drury, run!
Drury- I can-
Miranda- No, you can't.
Drury- I love-
Miranda- Run, you idiot.
Drury- I- yes.
*And run he does, only for an invisible hand to grab him, and throw him through a glass window, onto the balcony. Rain cascades off the unseen monster's mask, a silhouette that looks strangely like a Moth suit. It presses a button on its wrist, revealing a purple and grey version of Drury's suit. No. It *was* Drury's suit. He knew, because for years he'd it kept displayed in the since ransacked Moth-Cave.*
Drury- And who the hell are you?
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*Axel reloads his gun. Him and Kitten are pinned down in the kitchen, both of them used to disobeying their father's orders. Three Talons enter, and though they're both hiding behind the fridge, the twins have the same sinking feeling that the assassins can see them. As one approaches, Axel fires the gun, covering it in green goo*
Talon- Ah, the snot gun. We are wise to your tricks bo-
*It's sentence is cut off as it grabs it's face, which melts away in it's hand. It falls to it's feet, where Chancer leaps over the countertop and takes it down with a hit from his baseball bat*
Axel- Acid gun, actually. Dick head.
*Kitten looks at the mess on the floor, and utters an "Ew"*
Chancer- That's fucked, man.
*The remaining Talons march forward undeterred. Kitten throws a heart shaped device at their feet, which explodes one of them. But only one. More are coming*
Chancer- Got any more tricks left?
*The window smashes, and a black ball of fury bursts in, taking down the last Talon in a series of precise swipes, then barrels down the corridor to take down another six. She lowers her hood, and winks*
Axel- Cass!
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Drury- I'll be honest. I'm sick to death of imposter bugs. Sick. To. Death. Fireflies and Firebugs and Arkham Moths and Killer Wasps. So let's skip the monologues, let's get to the part where you hand that suit over. *My* suit over.
*It cocks its head to one side.*
Drury- That's my suit. I kept it here for years. Until- until... No.
*The last time Drury had seen that suit was before his stint in Blackgate Prison. He was told later by Miranda that his enemies emptied his cave. From Moth-Copters to Cocoon Guns, they'd taken everything. He'd taken everything*
Drury- Impossible.
*The Moth approaches Drury, and takes it's mask off, letting rain splash off it's face for the first time since it went under. Drury raised his gun at it.*
Drury- Twag.
Another set of combo pictures... Tuesday Afternoon Dressing...Purple PVC Pants...Black Leopard Print Bodysuit...Black Go-go Boots...Grey Leather Gloves and Silver Jewellery...3
The office of roman sionis
Much unlike the traditional and somewhat tasteless grandeur of his opponents tower, the tower of roman sionis is both simplistic and overpowering. His office alone is a display of wealth yet of minimalism. The tables are not furnished with oak and solid gold ornaments but smooth white marble and unimaginably priceless pieces of what falcone might refer to as “modern catpiss corporate art” highly parallel to the beautiful renaissance pieces that renew the presence of life within the very halls of the falcone tower.
Roman sionis does not surround himself with lawyers, stock traders and businessesmen but instead decides to sit alone with a good volume of some tediously written text and stare out to the city, glass of the finest wine the underworld has to offer in one hand and a snub nose revolver in the other. Just to be sure. Life is good for roman but before he can even turn the second page of the third chapter of the fourth book this week, business interrupts and in this case, in the form of Floyd Lawton
Floyd rudely barges his way past one or two of sionis’ staff making himself comfortable by Romans side
Floyd: what’s it about...the book
Roman: I’m sorry. Excuse me if I seem distracted but who the hell are you to come in here like you own the joint, abuse my staff and insult me?!
Lonnie Machin: you read too much.
Floyd Lawton: he’s right. Too many words in that sentence there
Roman: then maybe I’ll dumb it down. Get out before it’s too late.
Floyd: I’m not gonna leave. But I will answer your question—the one from before that is. I am a hitman. The best hitman. Deadshot
Roman: hah! Dead-shot? Never heard of you...okay now it’s too late
He smirks in triumph as six or seven heavy looking and clearly trained goons flood the room and block all exits
Roman: Get Ridda these jokers
And thus without further ado the eager men strip Floyd of all his tools and train their guns on the sharpshooter to which he simply just smirks.
So without wasting his breath on another single word, Floyd, with a smug sense of expertise, dashes straight into the chest of the first man pulling a combat knife from his ammo belt. He then thrusts it into five of the six remaining thugs, before reclaiming his handgun and aiming it at the final thug
Floyd: I should warn you. I don’t always stick to guns....
He then plants some led into the thugs nose, precisely 0.6 cm from his right eye and 0.4 from his left.
Floyd: ...but they kinda are my thing.
Roman: alright. Now you got my attention. So what do you want. a job?...I will give you a job. Four million dollars right here right now
Floyd: not why I came
Roman: I’m sure it’s not. But how about it. I mean that is a lot of money is it not
Floyd: fine—who?
Roman: oh I dunno. How bout red riding hood over there.
Lonnie: I’m sorry. What
Floyd: no more joking roman.
Roman: okay okay. I said I’ll listen. Man of my word
Floyd: we’re here by penguins command
Roman: Oswald hey? What does that wingless excuse for a gangster want now? Money? Turf?
Floyd: cooperation
Roman: a deal huh?
Floyd: uhuh
Roman: then where the hell is he. He wants to talk business, then he can do it him goddamn self. I’m a busy man...
Oswald: really? It doesn’t show
Roman: been a while little man. Couldn’t you have kept it that way?
Oswald: still treating me like filth roman.
Roman: why? Should I not?..little man
Oswald: no you should not roman and I’ll tell you why. Because unlike some of us I don’t shake in my boots behind a cheap kids Halloween mask. I built an empire. I wasn’t given one! I’d rather not have to look you in your ugly face or lack there of but alas, desperate times
Roman clenches his fists but out of a sense of intrigue holds back and asks: and what exactly might be desperate times mr.desperate ?
Like roman, Oswald too tries his hardest not to unleash hell upon the man opposite him
Oswald: falcone. He’s making moves and I don’t like it. You saw he bought Arkham? Now he’s renovating it?, then there’s the hits he sent out on the bat and not to mention the drug tax!
Roman: drug tax? Why don’t I know about this
Oswald: boohoo sorry you weren’t included. It’s just a rumour anyway but from a reliable source.
Roman: how reliable?
Oswald: reliable
Roman: and what’ve you got planned to deal with it?
Oswald: simple really. We Weaken him. take out a few of his best money makers, refuse to pay the drug taxes when they come through, have all our associates do the same, make sure Arkham never gets finished and finally—if it comes to this and I do hope it doesn’t. Kill the old man! Egad!
Roman: and what makes you think I’ll kneel down to this scheme? You clearly want his place. I’m no idiot, I know what’s up!
Oswald: shared interests. We both know how much you make off of coke, guns and the rest of it. I think the whole city is probably smart enough by this point to know it’s not all steel Is it? Huh?
Roman: make a lotta good points Oswald—for a bartender that is
Oswald: that was a while ago mr sionis. You know that. Now is it a Yes or a no? You’re pushing my patience
Roman: hmmm. Yes I’ll help you though you should know I don’t enjoy the idea of this alliance. But hey, It’s like you said... desperate times...
Combination pictures from Tuesday Morning Dressing in my New Mesh top and Sleeved PVC Dress from Shein...Black Hiking Style Ankle Boots...Patterned Tights...Grey Leather Gloves and Silver Jewellery...3