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Kario Flex Body available from the Inithium Mainstore:
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TRIVIUM CEO Set
This set includes the shirt/tie, pants and belt and it comes in 2 colour pack options:
* Classic Pack: Features a HUD with 6 signature colours for the pants, shirt and tie as well as 3 belt leather colours, 3 metal options for the belt buckle and 1 belt buckle face option
* Fatpack: Features a HUD with 12 shirt colours, 18 tie colours, 20 pant colours & prints, 9 belt leather options, 3 metal options for the belt buckle and 3 belt buckle face options.
This set is available at MENSELECTED Event.
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Shoes: Versov
Clouds hang low over the Houston skyline in the background, as BNSF 25th anniversary sticker unit #6179 leads office car special O-TULPEA2-07 south along UP's Houston West Belt Sub through the searchlights at Rusk, with CEO Katie Farmer and other executives aboard. The guests would de-train at Pearland Yard in the city's south side.
Houston, TX 12/8/2021
Sir Richard Branson, Virgin Airlines CEO (among others) enjoying himself at opening of alternative energy wind farm in St. Elizabeth's, JA
Happy International Women's Day!
¡Feliz día internacional de la mujer!
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All credits are listed as notes on my photo. Hover on over and see the details!
días en que me seco no centro
e rodas de palabras baixo a campá
e nada detén as palpitacións
que anuncian a caída
nin sequera os ósos amortecen o golpe
o estalido será o contrasinal
para despedirme das cousas inútiles
dos días sen ceo
das promesas...
(Versos de Dores Tembrás)
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boceto por Sorie 420! www.flickr.com/photos/sori420nio/
pintado hace unas semanas con el kabenea!
prop: Taem!
Picture by Pen Juin
Final textured and painting processing by me.
Es un auténtico placer trabajar contigo, hermaniña!!!
Contrapicado, esquina de las antiguas calles Gradas de la Catedral y Judíos.
Contrapicado de la Basílica Catedral de Lima y Primada del Perú Esta bella catedral, además de su portada propia del estilo renacentista con ornamentos del plateresco, desde hace algún considerable tiempo es también Museo, aquí tienen lugar los Te deum de la Independencia Nacional y el de la incorporación al gobierno de la república del nuevo mandatario de la nación y otras ceremonias mayores.
En una de sus naves laterales reposan en bella capilla los restos del Marqués de los Atavillos y Conquistador del Perú, don Francisco Pizarro.
Forman parte del museo, bellos retablos con elevados altares; los recintos donde se exhiben ornamentos preciosos del quehacer litúrgico, la Sala Capitular y pinacoteca de arzobispos de Lima, la sepultura de ellos en la cripta subterránea bajo el presbiterio que incluye los restos de don Melchor Antonio Portocarrero y Laso de la Vega, III Conde de Monclova (Madrid, 1636, España; †Lima, Perú 1705), XXIX Virrey de la Nueva España, XVII virrey del Perú, así como la sala oficial de la Orden de los Caballeros de Malta, entre otros asuntos del patrimonio catedralicio.
I've always loved the corporate look, and well dressed real estate agents have always been inspirational. I had a number of people tell me last night I looked like a realtor, and I took that as a compliment!
Sunset over loch ceo glais, possible translation "loch of the misty embrace" , near Torness, Inverness shire, Scotland.
Volume 1 - Origin of Powerhouse: Issue #1
Flicker Fighters
It had been six months since Ben and his Mum had moved to Advent City. It was a big transition in both their lives moving from the Scottish countryside and into the big city. However, with his Mum being CEO of ‘Imagine’ he wasn’t surprised to hear she wanted to manage the company in person. Six months later, and Ben had only made one friend who he really liked, Connie. She was in the same college class as him studying Biomedical Sciences and she was also new to the city. They didn’t really have much in common other than that but, they both had the same personality and enjoyed one another’s company. They could talk about anything and always had a good laugh. Ben contemplated asking her out but he didn’t want to ruin such a good friendship and break the bond that they had, should anything happen. She was a total nerd for mech suits and it just so happened that the new branch opening in ‘Imagine’ was developing some. It was supposed to be kept a secret until their grand unveiling later in the year, but Ben knew Connie wasn’t exactly going to go around telling everyone. Therefore, he arranged to surprise her and set her up for a tour of his Mum’s company. She was more than excited for the day, and Ben struggled not to reveal the surprise. He planned to keep it for the end of the tour and then lead her through the storage facility, where the armoured suits are kept. Ben saw the suits and their designs, half of them were all ready to be showcased. However, his Mum planned to reveal them as a complete set on display once the others had been built. Ben was far too excited to show her the suits, so much so he was going to make her suspect something if he kept smiling like a lunatic.
Ben makes his way through the bustling crowd and is about to check his phone and ask where she is. She was supposed to be outside the main entrance. Although with the way he’s getting bumped about by the city crowd, he figures she got overwhelmed and went inside. She was probably chilling on her phone in a corner, the same thing he’d be doing to avoid the large crowds. He enters the building and there she is, exactly where he thought she’d be. As if she knows he’s watching, she looks up from her phone and smiles waving. They walk towards one another as she slips her phone back into her pocket.
Ben: “You ready for the best tour of your life?”
Connie: “Yeah, I got my camera ready like Peter Parker.”
Ben: “Well I can assure you there’s no radioactive spiders here. I asked my Mum to get some, but apparently it’s a ‘safety hazard’.”
The two shares a laugh and Ben begins to lead her through the tourist exhibits based on all of the new technology. Ben had heard about most of it when talking business with his Mum. Some of the projects were just frivolous crazy things for rich people with far too much money to purchase. Such as nanotechnology paint that allows you to decorate your room with micro robots. They can be remotely controlled to change colour, pattern, and even display images from the internet. Which meant you could paint a wall with these devices and have something different everyday. Then there were more useful pieces of technology for medicinal purposes. The kind of technology which would allow the replication of synthetic tissue and allow it to be ‘filled’ with a false but functional nervous system. It sounded like something from a Sci-Fi show. But that’s why the company was called, Imagine, they create technology that could only have been plucked from wildest of imaginations. Connie was overjoyed as Ben showed her some of the exhibits and the more excited she got the more he felt himself hurrying to show her the grand finale - the mech suits in storage.
Ben: “Come on, I got something cool to show you in the back. My Mum said as long as you keep it a secret and don’t take any pictures it’s okay.”
Connie: “Ooh, something top secret?”
Ben: “For the next year or so, yeah. Now come on, you’re going to love it.”
Ben leads her away from a bustling exhibit, he had to stop himself from pulling her to hurry. He knew she was going to love seeing these suits, she loved that sort of thing. She was a nerd just like him when it came to this stuff. As they are making their way through the crowd Ben turns, beaming a smile. However, someone in the building screams from just down the corridor. The overlapping conversation of the crowds around them fall silent. The scream echoes up the corridor, soon followed by other terrified shrieks. A large crashing sound causes a tremor to quake throughout the exhibit. People begin to murmur amongst themselves and others start to make their way to the exits.
Connie: “What the hell was that?”
Ben: “Um, I’m not sure. We should probably-“
An automated female voice blares from the speakers in the roof, “Emergency! Emergency! Everyone please evacuate the building in a calm and orderly fashion.”
Everyone begins pushing and shoving as they stampede towards the exits. Connie gets shoved to the ground by a larger man who doesn’t bother to look her way as she cries out. Ben yells in protest and struggles to make his way through the sea of panicked people to get to her. He loses sight of her as she’s engulfed by the mob. He knew she was on the floor, probably getting trampled on by all these people. They were scared but so was she, she was probably hurt as well. It was like the videos he had witnessed on Youtube of people going nuts over deals on Black Friday. Doing anything they can to be the first ones in the door - or in this case, out of the door. Eventually, the numbers of the crowd thin out and he sees Connie curled up in a ball on the floor, in a foetal position. Ben rushes towards her as the automated voice continues to repeat the order to evacuate. He kneels beside her and places his hand on her shoulder, she is trembling.
Ben: “Connie, we gotta get out of here.”
She doesn’t say anything and uncurls herself hesitantly. Ben’s heart sinks as he sees boot imprints on her hands and broken finger nails from being trampled on. Her cheek is red and swollen and her lip is busted in the centre. He forces a reassuring smile and lifts her to her feet pulling her towards the exit. Only to feel the building shudder with another tremor. Debris leaks from the ceiling and Ben looks up seeing a crack tear it’s way through the ceiling. His eyes widen and he continues to haul Connie to the exit. The building shakes one last time and the fracture in the ceiling pries apart. Chunks of rubble and debris rain down in front of him crashing against the ground, just inches away from them and blocking the exit. Ben begins to panic but remembers the emergency exit down the corridor. He turns and holds up Connie as she stumbles alongside him. As they make their way down to the corridor he hears something. At first he thinks it’s another tremor but no, it’s more structured with its sound - coordinated. They were footsteps. Loud, thundering footsteps from just one set of feet. Whoever it was, they were big or wearing steel boots and they were heading right for them.
Ben: “Something tells me that isn’t someone coming to help.”