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Sometimes I find it hard to put it into words what I feel when I see how I've changed recently and especially as in many respects I feel I'm still the same me. I imagine the time it has taken me to reach this point must be the reason but in a way I feel I've done very little to transititon I just became Jojo by getting up each morning and looking in the mirror and of course getting a constant trace or two of hormones from herbs I take every day. I shouldn't grumble about any of that as that is how how it should be. No I didn't even say a little prayer every night before I went to bed saying "Dear Lord please let me be a girl, I promise not to be naughty." Having said that I'm sure wouldn't have believed me as he knows what I'm like.
After hearing the news report, I head out to the crime scene. Hopefully I can find some answers to who this "assassin" character is. As I head out the door, I see Tamara coming back from her run. She waves when she notices that I'm there, and walks over to me.
Tamara: "Hey! Where are you off to in such a rush?"
Chris: "I'm heading off to a crime scene. It seems that the serial killer codenamed 'assassin' has added another to his kill count. Mom knew this woman. So I got to learn more about this killer. He made this personal, and I need to stop him once and for all."
Tamara: "He calls himself assassin? What kind of lame name is that? Scum like that are just asking to get pummelled. Ok well I'll come along too, though I have to change first. You probably should too, as jeans and a t-shirt doesn't count as a costume..." She laughs when saying that last remark.
Chris: "Yea uh ok."
I float back into my room through the window. I put on my costume and wait outside for Tamara. A few minutes later, I see Tamara exit the house, with her hair all spiked up.
Tamara: "Alright, let's go!"
Chris: "Up up and away we go!" I say enthusiastically as my feet leave the grass.
It's sunny days like these where flying through the city of Leavenworth reminds me of flying through Astro City. Very peaceful and soothing to the soul. Ahh it brings me back.... Unlike Astro City though, there are these powerful winds that happen now and then. I still feel its chill somehow. It's a weird but refreshing feeling. I admire the view a little too much, and end up in the wrong neighbourhood. So it takes us a little longer than I thought it would, but we finally arrive at the crime scene. Looking around you see the usual police officers questioning the neighbours, and the bright yellow tape blocking entry to the house. Me and Tamara float down to the sidewalk in front of the house.
A couple of the officers see us and walk towards us as we move past the yellow tape to go inside the house.
Officer 1: "This is a crime scene, you aren't allowed to be in here."
Officer 2: "Smith, it's those supers that helped out with the riots.. Show some respect man.."
While they are talking, I focus my hearing to the officers inside. Just one of the many great perks of having super hearing..
Officer 3: "Victim's name is Vivian Lancaster. There are 4 gunshot wounds. One to the head, one to the chest area, and one to both of her knees.. Overkill much?"
Officer Jennings: "Yeah well that is the killers M.O. He's still following his pattern of targeting people living in the Huntington neighbourhood. Maybe we should keep a squad car here tonight just incase he wants to try anything.."
Officer 3: "Good idea sir."
I zone back in with smith and the other officer looking at me weirdly..
Smith: "Well? Get lost!" His voice bellows while he is yelling at me.
Chris: "Ok ok.. I got what I came for anyway..." I say with a smirk.
Tamara: "Really?! We came here, and now we're just leaving.... What the heck Chris?"
Chris: "Don't worry I'll explain on the way.."
Tamara: "Mkay.." She replies with a small frown.
We fly off, and I start to tell Tamara what heard minutes earlier.
Tamara: "All this and we aren't doing anything about it? C'monn..."
Chris: "Tonight we come back and stake out the neighbourhood, and see if he shows up. Until then though, you have to go.. It's your first day at the diner.. Don't want to be late on your first day for the new job!"
Tamara: "Yeah, you didn't have to remind me of that.. Not looking forward to it though.. First days always seem to go wrong. Anyways, I'll see you later Chris."
Chris: "See ya later Tamara! Hope you have a good time! Meet you back here when you finish your shift."
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Thanks for reading, I hope you all like it. It is a lengthy issue I know, and still isn't at the fight, don't worry, that will come.. The next few issues are a little bit shorter, so stay with me here :D.
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P.s:Cmt cho pic dứi nha tks nhìu dắm :).
Here you are what I was doing here and here :
I was waiting for my son Domenico involved in his last job interviews before being engaged by the C.I.R.A. (Italian Aerospace Research Center) - which you can see the main entrance in the photo published here.
I am really happy for him and proud of him ... reasearch has always been his greatest passion!.
Today is his first day at the new job.
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Ecco cosa stavo facendo qui e qui :
Aspettavo che mio figlio Domenico facesse gli ultimi colloqui prima di essere assunto al C.I.R.A. - Centro Italiano Ricerche Aerospaziali (Italian Aerospace Research Center) - di cui vedete l'entrata principale nella foto qui pubblicata.
Sono contento per lui e fiero di lui ... la ricerca è sempre stata la sua più grande passione!.
Oggi è il suo primo giorno al nuovo lavoro.
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Instant Chemical Soup — part 5
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Two hawks were calling to each other and I was standing practically under the tree where this one was perched.
Halo: Anniversary has the same multiplayer setup as Reach, and through Firefight this gun has quickly become a real favorite. Finally a nice, powerful 1-hit for Jackals with their damn shields, but is common enough not to value ammo too much.
Well, its obviously meh, but I don't know to what degree. Is it meh as in this sucks Michael Jackson's balls and looks nothing like a concussion rifle? Or meh as in it could use a little work? Please help me out on that one.
And while we're on the topic of Halo...
*I am working on a large diorama for Nik444's and Renegade's Invasion contest.
*I have updated EVERY Covenant design of mine except this silver elite and added 3 more.
You'll find out more by...whenever the deadline for that contest is.
All flower photos have already been taken. Many times over. Why do we keep shooting them?.. Because they are nice :)
Sometimes I look at you and I simply wish I had a photocamera in my eyes.
It would answer so many question I have no words to answer to...
"What do you find attractive in him?" "Why do you even bother?"
All it would take is some easy snapshots: The face you make when you think, the face you make when you smile, the moments you notice the smallest signs of distress, and you're ready to try and help.
I wish I could show everyone the answer to their questions, but then... no. This is mine. The wonderful secret of your better sides...
I feel like not even a second was wasted in the process of knowing you, and staying by your side.
When the cameraman is tired and unhappy behind his wall of tecnology, nobody really notices it.
They keep on acting their roles, and who the fuck even cares?
*You* care.
Thank you.
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Model: Aratoamin, but he've been modded so much he doesn't even resemble himself XD
sometimes I am asked, "Laurette, how long did it take you to get ready?"
my answer: "About 70 years"
Police patrol - No 4. of a documentary series published by L'Itinéraire, a street magazine sold by people who have a rough life. I have the priviledge to coach some writers and to take pictures to support their articles.
After a night full of fighting crime, the caped crusader finds the highest ledge and watches over the crime ridden Gotham city.
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The Hague School in a Different Light, an exposition at the Kunstmuseum, The Hague
To answer all the questions:
This is actually a mangrove seed tree found washed ashore. Mangrove seed tree is very independent and has self-surviving mechanism. Once it drops itself from the mother tree branches, it will straight away stick itself vertically in the shallow seabed in mangrove population.
Probably this seed tree has been washed away from its original location due to strong current/high tide. I thought this seed tree would be a great conceptual photography. After I took this shot, I throw it away in the sea and I believe it will find its way and survives.
Two hours earlier…
Deep down, I always knew this day would come. The day when Batman would destroy Bruce Wayne. Part of me always hoped it would never come to be, at least no with Alfred still around. I always knew that it would break his heart. Hell, it even upsets me and I’ve spent the best part of my life loathing the damn place. But it’s for the greater good, and Alfred knows that. If that weren’t the case, he would have almost certainly fought to stop me.
”Are you alright beloved?”
”As good as can be expected.”
”You’re worried about what my father will do to your allies.”
”What if we run? If your father’s anger lies solely with me, surely if I leave Gotham he’ll abandon this assault and pursue us both?”
”Even if we did do that beloved, you know my father’s ways, and my father knows yours. If we did flee, he’d destroy Gotham simply to draw you back. We both know there’s no way you could just look away from all the destruction that was being in your name. My father always intended to destroy Gotham whether you fell to Damian’s blade or not.”
”All to make a statement. No-one betrays the Head of the Demon.”
”And to lay to rest the rumours of his ill health.”
”Are they genuine?”
”It’s not my place to….”
”Talia, I need to know everything about him if we’re to stand a chance. Please….. tell me.”
”My father has been slowly dying for almost two decades. The Lazarus pit sustains him, but his body is reaching the point at which it cannot survive without daily exposure to the pit.”
”The very thing that’s keeping him alive is slowly killing him. That’s why he’s spent all this time trying to find an heir, his time is running out.”
As I utter those words I notice a single tear drop down the left cheek of Talia’s face. Her statement is genuine. Ra’s is running out of time. That’s why he’s choosing to act now. Damian’s place in the League is uncertain thanks to my desertion, so to demonstrate his rite to the title of Heir to the Demon, Ra’s intends for him to slay the one person he has been unable to.
Bruce Wayne.
Batman and Gotham are merely collateral damage in all of this.
Despite my best attempts to excuse all this, reality is hard to ignore. This is all my doing, what comes next is the result of my actions. It’s all down to me as to what those actions become. The only consolation to all this is that this fight will not be my own. No matter how much I wish it were.
With that thought racing through my head, I take a moment to wipe away the tear on Talia’s cheek in the hopes of cheering her up. She knows deep down that there’s realistically only one way this will end.
She’ll lose either her father or me.
Assuming Jason makes it to Gotham with the Lucifer in time that is. Otherwise, poor health or not, Ra’s will ultimately triumph. Even with my above normal physical endurance, it would only be a matter of time until I made one fatal error, and that’s all Ra’s would need.
”Hey. Everything’s going to be alright.”
”We both know that’s not true, Bruce. Like it or not chances are someone from my family isn’t walking away from this.”
”Not if I can help it.”
”If you don’t kill my father he’ll just bath in the pit´s waters once more and continue this crusade against you. Whether you like it or not, there’s only one way to end this.”
”I won’t kill him Talia, even after all he’s done to us.”
”You have no choice, Bruce. Even if you do somehow manage to miraculously defeat him without taking his life, unless you let him bath in the pit he’s going to die. And when you do, he’ll fight you again, and again, and again. Until one of you breaks the cycle. Like it or not, either you’re going to kill him, or your morality is going to kill you.”
I take a moment to pause and consider Talia’s words. They’re of course correct. It’s almost impossible for me to claim that I wouldn’t expose Ra’s to Lazarus if I were fortunate enough to take him prisoner. After all, choosing not to save someone is just the same as killing them yourself. That’s why to this day I still believe that Batman killed Harvey Dent. I chose to save his daughter, but not him. My own actions were the reason for Two-Face terrorising Gotham.
Whether we like it or not, all our actions have consequences. It’s merely a case of deciding which ones we can live with.
As Talia and I enter the house’s basement, I take a moment to inspect the fake wall my father had built long before I was brought into this world. My mind always wondered what his reason for building this wall was. Did he have a sordid affair that he chose to hide from the world? Was he a black-market dealer? Or did he just simply crave an area dedicated only to himself.
I may never know the answer as to why the wall was built, but it has proven to useful at times. On the day of my parents’ funeral, I came here to hide from Alfred intending to take my own life. Fortunately, I was never very good at hiding from Alfred. At least, not as Bruce Wayne. Since then, the room has become a hidden storage of sorts. My contingency in case I needed to destroy Bruce Wayne but protect Batman.
As I push the wall back to reveal the concealed entrance, I lay my eyes on the four gasoline cans that have been there since I first put the cowl on. A primitive method of erasing evidence, but that was the point. A well organised explosion would arouse suspicion, imply that something was being concealed. But a setup like this? You’d have to be Batman to know that it was a rouse.
Whilst I begin to carry two of the canisters out of the room and towards the front entrance of the house, Talia takes a moment to glance inside the room.
”Why is everything in here broken?”
”It’s a reminder.”
”A reminder of what?”
”Of the pain I felt that night. And a reminder of my promise. That no other child should have to feel that pain.”
”You came here that night?”
”I came here most nights after Crime Alley. It wasn’t until the day of their funeral that I decided to stop coming here.”
”That was the day you considered taking your life.”
”You see that rifle? I stole that from its mounting in the hallway and ran here with the intent on taking my life.”
Talia appears surprised that I would admit to that so easily, then again most people are always so hesitant about admitting to suicidal thoughts. Most people these days use it more as a joke than actually committing to the act itself.
”What stopped you?”
”It jammed.”
”Bruce….”
”Alfred stopped me. He reminded me that they gave their lives to save mine. To throw my life away as well would have been the ultimate betrayal. I owed them so much more.”
Without a moment’s pause, Talia picks up the other two canisters and begins to follow behind me. She says nothing, but she doesn’t have to say anything at all. Her actions speak volumes.
”How do you plan to detonate these?”
”A small breaching charge from my belt will suffice. We’ll put them in the front entrance of the house, that way most of Gotham should be able to see the explosion.”
”What then?”
”Well first, we give them a warning. Then we’ll use this as the proof.”
”A warning? From who? Batman?”
”No. From Ra’s Al-Ghul.”
110/365 ...is blowin' in the wind. It was really stormy. Look how much the tree branches are moving!
Photo captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 24-50mm F/4 lens. Stout Memorial Grove. Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park. Redwood National and State Parks. Coast Range. North Coast. Del Norte County, Northern California. "State of Jefferson." Late July 2017.
Exposure Time: 1/30 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 5150 K * Film Plug-In: Kodak Portra 160 NC
In an instant
She knew
Every answer
To every question
Why was she given
This burden
What was she to tell
The world
What is the point
Of life
If we know
Everything
Luckily
Molly has short term
Memory loss
And so it was
The burden was lifted
Ten minutes later
The End....or shall we say
The Beginning, again!
No?
I can't say I blame you.
I never did find out what it was all about.
Probably for one of the Liverpool Biennials.
Nor do I know who the poser is.
He was just there but must have seen my camera.
It's like the inside of a theatre or cinema - note the steps leading to the seating area.
The answer is probably here.
www.flickr.com/photos/44435674@N00/6877100721/in/photolis...
Below is a photo of what was later built on the site.
If love asks a question, do not deceive
For the truth is the answer, I only believe
If my heart should open, love do not fear
Or if my eyes in happiness shed a tear
Let the wind in my soul blow you away
And the sun in my heart brighten your day
If love and life I was asked to compare
Both of these with you I wish to share
This is my answer for the challenge in Get Pushed Round 13 that I got from -eLo- 365.
Elodie has a photostream that I immediately fell in love with ♥. It shows lots of fun in life and she's so talented with processing I think. Go enjoy it.
Here is what she wrote to me : " As you seem to be enjoying new experiments I'd like to challenge you to experiment with light painting. By this I mean using the light yourself to paint something unique (rather than capturing moving features like cars at night)."
I have to tell you this was The Most Fun Push :) Some conditions like the darkness was on my side. Some like the cold wasn't as pleasing. The most fun was that my son (The creative Moviemaker) helped me with great enthusiasm. And to be handling everything manually in the camera! I love it so much :) What an adventure photographing is!
I haven't taken hundreds of shots only about forty and I know I (we) have to practice more but I'm quite pleased with the ones' I present here. Actually the above photo was taken tonight and it was so dark we were really scared all the time, still I now see the red lights in the background (from wind turbines flashing). In the pictures below the lights in the background are from the other side of the lake!
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