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Con movil, embalse de Alcorlo, La Toba Guadalajara , Castilla la Mancha / Spain
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[En] Hugo, 9 days old
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Photo ayant servi de "teasing" avant la série complète pour faire patienter les parents : www.unnuageenbouteille.fr/blog/seance-photos-nouveau-ne-a...
Picture used as a "teaser" before the entire series to make the parents waits : www.unnuageenbouteille.fr/blog/seance-photos-nouveau-ne-a...
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Camera: Nikon D3
Lense: Nikkor AF-S 50mm f/1.4 G
Aperture: f/6.3
Speed: 1/60s
ISO: 200
Tripod: No
Filter: None
Lighting: 2SB900 @ 14mm & 1/16 power through softboxes on left and right of camera
Processing: Adobe Lightroom 3
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Press 'L' to enjoy it big on black / Appuyez sur 'L' pour apprécier la photo en grand sur fond noir.
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Merci / Thanks
Point of impact.
Set up and strobist info; Nikon D800, 24-70 f2.8, M, f5.0, 1/160s, SB900 camera right, snooted. Triggered with Cyber Syncs and iPhone5 with Trigger Trap app set to "Sound" trigger and .01s delay. Glass was shot from 15' away with an air powered rifle.
Here are the 9 blocks, finished and squared up to 6.5". Once the sashing is on, they'll be 6" squares.
The blocks are based on Oh, Fransson's Crazy Nine-Patch Tutorial.
Ramsbottom Urban District Council 9 FTF 703F, a Leyland Titan PD3/4 built 1967 with an East Lancashire H41/32F body on Knowsley Street in Bury. Sunday 25th February 1968
Ref no BI/00164
Altijd fijn om een private maatschappij hier te mogen opwachten.
NIAG lok 9 met 3 wagons rijdend langs het bekende stek in Lintorf ten noorden van Dusseldorf.
Broken
but delicious.
It was lovely kendall who gave me a recipe for this peanut butter pie.
I made it yesterday and it waited for me in a fridge till morning.
Unfortunately, I didn't manage to serve it nicely (But I hope you'll like this photo too. You can see another photo in comments.) but it was super delicious so I don't mind!
Perfume display at the Bond No. 9 flagship store on Bond Street in New York City.
Published at: www.thepurplepassport.com/picks/newyork/shop/bond-no-9-ne...
Chapter 9 – The fallen soldier
Jacob Kane
It feels like someone is beating my back with a crowbar while I lie down, helpless and in despair. My eyes open, but I’m still in the dark. Two familiar voices argue back and forth in the distance. I look over my shoulder where Kate is wearing her Catwoman uniform and viciously screaming at Bellome.
The old guy is a retired general from West Point who’s angry at his daughter’s suspected killer.
The retired general threatens Kate with his gun. I grab a piece of broken glassand start cutting the rope around my hands.
The rope gets thinner as the two fight, eventually getting thin enough for me to rip apart.
When I do, I grab the piece of glass firmly so I don’t drop it. The glass cuts through my skin, but I keep going to Bellome Synclaire.
I crawl up to him, ready to attack. As I raise my hand to stab him, he looks over in my direction and moves his gun towards me. I stab him and he pulls the trigger.
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Pop falls on his back after the old dirt bag shoots him. My jaw drops to the floor in disbelief.
Then I play it back in my head. The creepy ninja, Sylvia’s dead body, the disturbing Red Claw, my father’s dead body. His blood keeps spreading across the wooden floor.
“ Oh, would you look at that, I shot the bastard. This wasn’t a part of the plan, just like most of the events that took place, but it happens. Are you crying?
C’mon honey, he was gonna die someday, might as well just get over with it. Look at the bright side: we’re even! Now I don’t have to kill you. Isn’t that great, Cadet Kane?”
Bitter tears roll over my face and drop in the pool of blood, disappearing like summer rain in the sea.
Without thinking, I run over to dad, trying to save him. The mad general falls down when I push him out of the way.
“ No, no, no.” , A deep voice echoes through the empty warehouse. It’s the damn ninja.
“ If you want your dad, you’re going to have to fight me first.” – He pulls out two black swords and throws one in front of my feet. I take it and wait for him to attack.
He swings the sword at me and I, of course, dodge it. When I strike, I only cut his shoulder before he cuts my utility belt off. I get down to catch it and he tries to cut off my head, but he only cuts one cat ear off my mask, revealing my red and messy hair.
He follows my every move which I use to my advantage when nail his arm to the wall with the sword. I punch him on the face three times before he grabs me by my waist and bangs me to the wall. When he throws me the sword, I refuse it and pull a whip out of my boot.
The whip cracks in thin air as I swing it around to scare the ninja away. He jumps forward and I get him with my whip. I pounce on him, but he punches me in the face and overpowers me, since he’s bigger than me.
His hand cracks when I grab it and push him off. He tries to shield himself from me, which doesn’t work as he’s now on the floor unconscious.
I run to dad again, now aware that I probably can’t save him. Red Claw’s crooked shadow creeps up on me whilst he continues rambling about his moral code, which, to be Fair, doesn’t exist. Then he put his gun to my head and says quietly, but in his sick and joyful way:
“ Goodbye, my fallen soldier. Just like Sylvia, you’re not strong enough to sit at the throne of life.”
I get behind him and dodge his bullets, each getting closer to me than the one before, but none of them get me. When he’s out of bullets, I strike. Oh, I strike, all right.
I grab him by his skinny, wrinkled neck and we jump out the one closed window, broken glass pierces my skin, but I grin. The only thing that matters is that I have Red Claw literally in the palm of my hand.
I have the motherfucker right where I want him and I’m not holding back.
EPILOGUE
Catwoman stood still, her father’s killer at her feet growling in pain and begging for mercy. Her green eyes shone bright in the dark like those of a cat, ready to kill its prey.
She was covered in blood. Some was hers and some wasn’t, but if her vampire – like appearance and the furious look in her eyes weren’t enough to scare Bellome Synclaire to death, her grinning mouth full of blood definitely was.
Chunks of her blood – red hair were poking through her mask which now look more like the devil than a cat.
Catwoman looked down at Mr. Synclaire. The criminal mastermind now looked like a defenseless victim compared to the hellcat above him.
She grabbed him by the throat while he begged for his life as if that was going to stop the Cat from what she intended to do.
He soon stopped bargaining for his life and started painfully screaming as his blood dripped on Catwoman’s boots. Once she was done with him, she threw his lifeless body away and headed back to the warehouse where her father lay.
Her tears were streaming down her face when she sobbed over her father’s corpse. His last words echoed in her mind:
“ Soldier on.”
THE END
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Thank you all for reading this it means a lot that someone cares about what I write, especially when it's not controversial lmao. This is not the end of the series, just the volume and I hope you enjoyed this little volume that I've been writing for two years now. It has been rewritten countless times and I want to thank everyone who read the previous versions as well as this one.
-Boris