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hair by due /cheryl /for the chapter four
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sweather by off beat/set 08/TCF
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cila jacket in black denim /sanarae event*look for the door*
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the lettering on this page was created using a set of alphabet stamps that i carved. when i went to stamp an alphabet sentence, i noticed there was an "s" left over.....i had stamped the sentence wrong! oops.
Well I still hate vintage quick curl hair, but with tons of boiling water, styling gel and prayers, I think QC Francie looks cuter.
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Conor Nitely looks up, noticing Guin then. Cheeks go red like a fire engine. He turns quickly to Phoebe, rolling the clay fast in his hands as he speaks a little too loudly now. "SO...ERRR...YOU KNOW TINKERBELL?"
Phoebe Scribe tucked her ruler back into the side pocket of her backpack and trailed her gaze around the others' clay doors, before crumpling hers up and starting to read the new word. She mouths it out, and sets about making the shape of a bottle of beer. She rolls it on the ground, and begins shaping a column of clay. Her face turns bright red when Conor calls her tinkerbell. She swallowed hard. "Uh, I's not tinkerbell. Audr-- Phoebe."
Conor Nitely shakes his head, clay still rolling /fast/ between those hands. It's unrecognizable as a bottle really, more like a sad worm. "NO TINKERBELL..." Cheeks go three shades deeper when he realizes he's shouting. Three deep breaths then, quieter as he continues. "Tinkerbell has a chain. Says Boo. Saw you on the bridge." He looks down at the misshappen lump in his hand, smashing it back together before he continues. Nervous eyes flick to the crowd as he leans in to whisper to the girl.
Phoebe Scribe started shaping her bottle with her hands, and grew more frustrated when it wouldn't shape the way she wants. She heard Conor's whisper and blinked, mouthing an "o" when she turned to look at him, promptly shutting up and furiously working on her bottle.
Conor Nitely scowled, mostly at himself. He'd done quite well tonight with the new girl, yelling at her then seeming to make her upset. He concentrated on his clay for awhile, the lump still not resembling any type of bottle. Not from lack of trying though. A sigh of relief at the next word. This one /had/ to be easier.
Conor Nitely nodded slowly, finger raising to his own lips to mimic the gesture. "Conor doesn't tell," he whispered back, molding the first tube for his flashlight. Unruly hair flopped as he shook his head, remembering to correct himself. "/I/ don't tell. And I'm Conor. See-Oh-En-Oh-Are."
Phoebe Scribe nodded and started to roll a second piece for her flashlight, making a little lump that she meant to resemble a button. "Tinkerbell's nice to me." She held the flashlight with thwo hands, so it wouldn't flop or break apart. "Nice to meetcha Conor."
Conor Nitely looked a little surprised at that, not sure they were still talking about the same person. "She's nice to me too..." he started hesistantly. "Didn't shoot me yet." Sage nod then, hands absently rolling a second lump for the head of his flashlight. "Did you just move here? 'Cause I haven't seen you before. Just at the bridge. But I /wasn't/ running away. Just...walking fast."
Phoebe Scribe smirked a little when she looked up at him. "I dun think she shoots kids." She squished her flashlight flat and pounded on it with her fist. "Um, well..." She hemmed and hawed before leaning in to murmur. "Kinda. It's complicated. Live with m'daddeh now. Used ta live with my grandpere." Her eyes lower to the clay and she pounds on it a little harder.
Conor Nitely rolls the word around in his mouth, tripping on it for a moment as he repeated, "Grandpere." He leans back into her to whisper back. "Good you have a daddy to live with right? Is he nice?" A quick plea to Sister D, brow creasing as he wonders if she's about to take the clay away. "Can I take some home...err back with me Sister? I need to make something that's not a door or flashlight or bottle then get the moisture out."
Phoebe Scribe looked back at the nun and beamed a smile briefly before she shrugged at Conor. "He's alright, but ain't never home. Tinkerbell says he's an asshole though." She whispered the swear word, cringing as it left her lips. "WHat 'bout you?"
Conor Nitely shrugged, smirking only slightly at the swear. A vague answer at best. "Sometimes I stay in the barracks and sometimes I stay in the Nook and Cranberry. Has a balcony!" He broke into a full grin at Sister D's words, small hands reaching out quickly to snag two chunks of clay. The pink piece he tried to palm, hiding it as best he could as he shaped it into a ball. The white sat untouched for a moment. "Sometimes not home is good though? If he's...you know...an..." he hesitated at repeating the word, eyes flicking to Guin in a -not around her- look.
Phoebe Scribe scooted forward to grab a sheet of paper and a few colors, picking red and green like she typically carried around in her bag. She blew air from between her lips, and nodded to Conor. "Not home is good. What's nook and cranberry?" Her fingers curl around a green crayon and she brings it to the paper.
Conor Nitely watched her go for the paper, suddenly realizing clay time was over. He'd shove both chunks into his bag quickly, relieved the pink was now out of sight. "Nook and Cranberry is like an alley 'cept it doesn't have two ways out. Just one. Alleys have two ways out more like a tunnel." He chewed on his lip for a minute, hand just poised over a piece of paper as he tried to determine what to draw. "Maybe I can ask if I can show you sometime. Kinda like a secret club. Have to ask permission first."
Phoebe Scribe started coloring the lower half of her sheet green, looking deep in concentration once she fills the half solidly. She picked up the red, and colored patches all over the grass while listening to Conor. She plays it cool and nods, though she's bouncing in place with excitement. "Sounds good. I mean, cool." The word 'cookies' clearly caught her attention, and her gaze snapped to Darkness.
Conor Nitely clapped his hands over his mouth, diverted by the word 'cookies.' The paper remained untouched, not even a scribble drawn on it. "Noooo donuts though," he lectured. "Makes you sick and stink."
Phoebe Scribe's brow furrowed. "Donuts don't make ya stink or sick...do they?" She looked at Conor quizically, then the adults around the circle for verification.
Phoebe Scribe's eyes darted between River and Conor. "Naw, don't think I wanna." Her head shook side to side. She'd given up on her picture drawing - contact with people was too good to sit and color through when she did that all the time by herself. Her hand reached out for a cookie, before she looked up at the nun and froze in place. "May I please have a cookie?"
Conor Nitely reached out for a cookie, hesitating for a moment before taking a second. "Don't eat cookies from River just in case," he said bossily to Phoebe, spinning around on his knees then. One cookie was held out to Elise, his voice rising as he all but shouted. "I DIDN'T SAY THANK YOU MISS ELISE ABOUT CATY. SO ERRRR...." The cookie hung there, suspended mid-air in his hand. It was unclear really, if it was meant to be a peace offering or she was a test subject. "SO HERE."
Phoebe Scribe reached for a cookie and snapped it in half, sitting back on her heels. "Thank ya ma'am." She took a timid bite, and watched River for a moment to see if he was serious.
Conor Nitely nodded, pivoting back around them. Those cheeks were pink again, crimson even when he realized Guin was still there. He just dropped his head then, taking rough bites from his cookie. Poisoned or not, he wasn't listening just then.
Phoebe Scribe watched Conor take bites of his cookie, and finally chewed the first bite of her own, swallowing it as if it was a heavy brick instead of a treat. She looks to Conor and asks. "So...when's school done? After cookies?" It sounded like a good endpoint to her, as her attention was waning.
Puddin takes a bite of her cookie, chewing and swallowing before glancing over to her daddy. She suddenly remembers her promise to her momma and shakes her head slightly, "just a rooms... I like tha colour reds... and pinks too and black."
River Grau smiled slightly as it seemed a couple people were more hesitant, even if they didn't believe his bluff. Capping the marker, he looked over at the pink bal of clay Pudding was done using. Stabbing it with the marker, he brought it over to Clementine. "Would yah like to use the pik clay?" Girls liked pink and perhaps this was a truce from being mean before.
Conor Nitely shrugged, crumbs going everywhere but in his mouth. "Sometimes it ends after show and tell if you bring a baby in a bag and sometimes it ends when people start fighting." Wise nod then, a quick glance back at River.
Darkness Odigaunt is finally relaxing again. She answers the girl's question "It is. When you finish art and cookies, you can go."
Clementine Cristole looks to River's pink clay. "Sure, thank you." She'd hold her hand out, ready to take the clay if the boy wasn't mean and took his offer back. The pink reminded her of her Auntie Dazy.
Iohannes Crispien would allow Clemmy to reach ofr a cookie, grabbing one himself. He then helps flip to the locutions section, then point to the phrase, 'Ab imo pectore' He'd then bring her hand up to her chest, then lightly pounds his own, "From here, it means."
Guinevere Fouroux looks between the two girls when no one reaches for a cookie, so takes the intiative herself. Scooting back to the runner, she grins at the sister and reaches out to snag two cookies, one for Jaine and one for Whysper, and hands them over with a flourish.
River Grau smiled and set the ball of clay into Clementines' hand using the marker. "Here yah go." His tail flicked as he watched her, curious of what the girl would make.
Phoebe Scribe lifted an eyebrow at Conor's response and started looking around for the baby in a bag or a pending fight. "Kay...I's gotta get back soon." She went back to her cookie, and kept a watchful eye on those around her.
Whysper Noyes did reach for a cookie. Who in their right mind, even a petulant too cool for school tenager, could resist those cookies. She'd never admit how many she and Luci pilfered at night.
Jaina Lefevre hears Sister D's words and quietly gets to her feet. She pauses as Guin hands her a cookie. "Thank youse." she offers softly. She looks around for Nanny and spies Deets. "Mama!" She runs over to her, book in hand, bag bouncing on her back. She frowns as she sees the slice and looks from the bandage up to Deets. "Youse bleeding?"
Bailey Longcloth grins as she watches the group in front of her. It held promise, all these little ones together, getting along. For the most part anyway. Perhaps the adults could learn from them
Clementine Cristole takes the clay from River and says "Thank you" again. She didn't make anything with the clay, much like she didn't make anything from the clay before. She repeats after her father. "Ab imo pectore... it means from my heart?"
Tanner Blackheart nods slightly to Puddin and sighs looking away and glancing around, his eyes meeting Elise's for a moment before he looks over to D.
Darkness Odigaunt smiles and watches Jaina curiously. She studies the woman she calls 'Mama' for a oment before turning to the circle again. Seeing Tanner's look, she glances to Puddin, her new neice?
Conor Nitely nodded at Phoebe, the word 'dark' muttered quietly. When he spoke to her his eyes shot back to Guin, familiar blush rising in his cheeks. "I can walk you home if you want 'cause that's what gentlement do. But only if you want." His voice was starting to rise again, squeaking a little now. "AND NO HAND HOLDING 'CAUSE I DON'T REALLY KNOW YOU YET."
Phoebe Scribe leaned in towards Conor. "I lives in Apoc at the bar out yonder. You know it?" She blinked at his hand holding comment. "Uh... okay...." The thought hadn't crossed her mind, but she turned and looked towards Guin, then started rising up to her feet. She slung her pack over her shoulder and looked around.
Conor Nitely salutes Elise as she leaves, barely missing his eye with the half a cookie still in his hand.
Conor Nitely nodded a Phoebe, "There's more than one but if you know it..." he shrugged then, seeming to think that was enough of an answer. Up he went, adjusting his cowboy hat proudly. "Goodnight everyone and thank you for the clay and the arts Sister D." With that he'd turn to follow the girl, careful to not offer his hand.
Both in need of a trip through the washer plant, East Coast's 43312 and Grand Central 43468 cross paths at York station.
Another cold wet Wintry day, strolling around The Glen shopping centre, debating what to have for lunch. I realise it is Saturday, and Shira Nui is open for lunch! All it takes is a quick phone call to confirm and book.
Because this is a sushi restaurant, our choices are easy. A Sushi Lunch Special and a Sashimi Lunch Special, oh and send us a plate of wagyu beef yakiniku. Yum!
The chawan mushi arrived first, and it was the silkiest, smoothest savoury egg custard I have ever had, again :) The chicken broth on top was rich and very tasty. So tasty, yet so hot, I burnt my tongue.
This was followed by 2 cold starters, a chewy crunchy konnyaku with a sesame sauce, and a peppery spaghetti salad with a light mayonnaise.
Then comes the beef! There is no better way to serve marbled wagyu beef that to sear it quickly, yakiniku style, to give it a nice burnt colour and melt some of the fat. Of course, the lesser cuts can be made into burgers, etc, but sometimes, we need a bit of luxury.
The fish is good as always, and today's sashimi included hiramasa kingfish, wild barramundi, tuna and salmon. The kingfish with shisho was good, but surprisingly Suzuran's kingfish sahimi seemed fresher with a distinct crunch to the flesh. The barammundi was good too, but the tuna, was soft, smooth and buttery. Very good! As always, the offcuts from the fish were tossed into the salad, dressed with sesame oil and vinegar.
On the sushi platter we had cod, according to Nishikura-san, salmon, tuna, wild barammundi, hiramasa kingfish, prawn, tamago (egg omelet). All very good.
Even on such a Wintry day, Shira Nui was full. For both sessions. Both the tables, and the counter were full. It is obvious that bookings, even on the day, are essential.
Shira Nui 不知火
247 Springvale Rd
Glen Waverley VIC 3150
(03) 9886-7755
Lunch Tue-Sat noon-2pm. Dinner Tue-Sun 6pm-10pm
Reviews:
- Shira Nui, by Dani Valent, Epicure, The Age May 22, 2007 Sit at the sushi counter. Order the omakase
- Shira Nui By Jane Faulkner, Epicure, The Age October 10, 2005 Shira Nui is worth crossing town for.
- Fusion without power By John Lethlean, The Age August 5 2003 At Shira Nui, only certain types of sushi will be delivered to the table, so fanatical is the chef. The full range is available only to a manageable group of sushi-bar diners. He makes; you eat immediately; then he makes again. This is the omakase menu, a sushi-only degustation that is the purest, most pleasurable dining experience I have had all year.
- Shira Nui ... again - TummyRumbles by mellie on May 17th, 2009
Age Good Food Guide 2010 Score: 14.5/20
Age Good Food Guide 2009 Score: 14.5/20
Gourmet Traveller 2009 Australian Restaurant Guide "A nondescript Glen Waverley shopping strip is not the obvious place to seek boundarypushing Japanese food, but Shira Nui's camouflage partially explains its 'hidden treasure' status"
Age Good Food Guide 2008 Score: 15/20
Age Good Food Guide 2006 score 15/20
Age Good Food Guide 2005 score 14/20
AGFG 2004, score 14/20
The CBP Quick Reaction Force conducts training of fast roping exercises in a joint effort with local law enforcement at the Advanced Training Center in Harper's Ferry, West Virginia. Photo by; James Tourtellotte
For the New Years party, this was quickly outlined in urethane gold. I'll be painting a proper cracked and damaged mask for DragonCon 2017
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The CBP Quick Reaction Force (QRF) conduct routine training at the Advanced Training Center, Harper's Ferry, West Virginia on August 17, 2012.
Photographer: Donna Burton
A solution to the breaking fastener rings on the Quick Strap for Canon, Nikon, Sony, etc... from amazon.com
081712: A CBP Quick Reaction Force member works in camouflage in the woods at the Advanced Training Center.
Photographer: Donna Burton
Mixed media.
Fabric, paint, and stitch.
I create complex surfaces from left over projects and then use these for card backgrounds.
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