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Lägger in min tanke och tolkning nu Söndag kväll. Vill först säga at jag är glad att den väcker en känsla av obehag. Det var min tanke.
Vi lever i en värld där vi ofta sätts i fack, där vi döms fort och genom få kriterier. Ingen är så lätt. Vi är en sammansättning av komplexa tankar, känslor och erfarenhet. Mer än vad ögat någonsin kan se.
Vi försöker många gånger leva upp till en viss bild som vi vill förmedla av oss själva, men den gör att vi ofta suddas ut, blir mindre än vad vi är.
Jag har blivit dömt efter namn (tidigare efternamn) kläder, utseende, glasögon. Mitt sätt att prata eller mina föräldrar. Inget av detta är essensen av mig. Idag är jag betydligt starkare än så, uttrycket i mina ögon här är ett ni sällan skulle få skåda på mig idag.
Men kanske dags vi börjar tänka efter, alla - inklusive jag själv, hur vi bemöter, tilltalar och behandlar varandra i denna värld?
För många jag möter, har precis det uttrycket. Utsuddade, osynliga och förlorat hopp. Status kan vara direkt förödande om man tillhör de som har lägst...
Tack
for a free IPOD Doesnt seem to be working any longer. FACK.
you probably felt it ... or heard a sound and didn't know what it was ...
Yeah. it was me. sorry about that.
I have held it off for as long as i could,but every now and then i break a little bit more.
this crack wasn't huge but it was enough to last me the rest of the day.
I have found myself very clearly staring at aspects of my life and
choice of employment that are not sitting right with me.
perhaps it was just a single stessful and "intent to piss me off" day.
but the crack was very loud.
I spent far too long today in a very Dangerous state of mind.
a very ... Unpleasant state. a state full of trains.
And now to list 10 things about me you may or may not know...
(i got reminded by a flickrfriend i havent done this yet)
1. I hate onions. i love onion flavors,can't stand onion chunks/slices.
2. I Was on MTV for about 4 seconds in 1999. the real world reunion in vegas.
3. I'm not allergic to anything and get sick once every year or two.
4. I have never experimented with any kinds of drugs,Even weed.
5. i have one older brother and one younger. I also have 4 half-brothers and sisters.
6. I have worked as a cook in restaurantes for a total of 9 years. I dont anymore.
7. If i could hang out with anybody famous,it would be Jackie chan.
8. I have saved 2 people from possibly fatal situations/accidents.
9. I have been drawing on everything and anything since i was 3.
10. I have never been to jail or prison. (this is supposed to assure the ones
of you slightly skeered of me, i'm not all that bad or creepy of a guy.)
• Có pao dờ a từg ngĩ, t.y e dàh cko a đó, là all trên tkế jan nềy và sẽ k pao dờ tkây đỗi
• Ckĩ đỗi tkây khi e ngừg tkỡ và ckĩ đỗi tkây khi k trôg ckờ.
• 1 hìh póg úf ai cia.. lun ngóg ckờ e đi học dìa.
• Lun làm trò làm e duôi, lun fá fáck làm e cừi.
• Câu nói ngô ngê nkư nkóc nkõ dù đã lớn nkưg a và e nkư con níc mới lên 10 á
• Ckọc gẹo, r` năg nỉ, th đừg dặn nữa mà tkưn nkaz, iêu nkaz moah...:*
• ! ngềy 2 ngềy r` nkiù ngềy dần trôi nhah
• Tìh cảm " BỰ " xếp trái tim e đem dàh tặg cko a.
L.O.V.E
Là cko a đó
• Just only me , mìh e th nkaz
• Lăg nkăg đi đó là cko a tkấy káj cãh
• K có ai nc w" a, k có ai nt w" a, r` k có ai ckọc gẹo a nữa đă à..
• R` lúc đó có pùh k ai làm a cừi đăo á.
• Ns" v. th ckứ e píc... a sẽ k làm v. đăo
• Vì lời ns" đc. khắc gki đc. lưu lại trog từg câu...
• A mà k nkớ.. là e dặn a lun
• A mà còn ckối là e géc a lun
• Từg tiếg cừi vag trog veo, căg fòg nkõ ckợt vui tkeo
• Tkấy ấm áp từ trog tim, t.y nài e đắm ckìm r`
• E là e á.. iu a mất tiu oỳ
• Ngồi trên xe từ fía sau, e ôm nkẹ a tkật lăo
• Time ơi đừg trôi mau, fút jây nềy e gki dấu
• Sài Gòn đêm đẹp lm" vì e đã có a cề pên
• Từg ngôi sao lấp láh. khi e cầu nguyện pên tkềm
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• 1 đìu ước dàh cko a [ a sẽ m~ đc. h.f ]
• Đìu ước t2 dàh cko a [ gữi đến a ngàn lời ckúc ]
• Và đìu t3 cko đôi ta sẽ k rời xa cko đến lúc....trên đời nềy cạn hơi tkỡ và " ngã gục "
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• A à... đìu e múh ns" đó...
• Là luôn pên cạh e nkaz a.. khi e cần pàn tay ấy...
• Nắm ckặt lấy pàn tay nềy cko e cảm tkấy sự qtăm..
• Cko e cảm tkấy sự cke ckở... tận sâu trog tkâm tâm
• H.f là đêy.. m~ ở nơi nềy... Trog trái tim e đêy... sẽ m~ đog đềy...
• K fảj là 1 nơi khác.. Ckỉ có mìg a và e th.. Lun h.f nka a... :x
c/n 21056/1122. About to lineup for takeoff on runway 08R at Gatwick. New to CP Air as C-GCPA in 1975. To Dan-Air as G-BKNG in 1983. Reregistered as G-NROA in 1984. To Royal Airlines as C-GRYR in 1992. Converted to a freighter for All Canada Express as C-FACK in 1999. To Cargojet in 2005 then to Allied Air Cargo as 5N-JNR in 2006. Withdrawn from use at Lagos in 2014.
German postcard by Franz Josef Rüdel, Filmpostkartenverlag, Hamburg. Photo: Peter Paul Hammerschmidt, Berlin.
On 26 May 2020, the German actress and assistant director Irm Hermann passed away in Berlin after a short illness. She was the muse and a close friend of Rainer Werner Fassbinder and played roles in 24 of his films including Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant (1972). Overall, she appeared in over 160 film and television productions until 2018. Irm Hermann was 77.
Irmgard Hermann was born in 1942 in Munich, in Nazi Germany. In 1966, she worked as a secretary at the ADAC, Germany's biggest automobile club, when she was got to know Rainer Werner Fassbinder. They became close friends. He convinced her to quit her job to work with him although she lacked formal training as an actress. In the same year, Hermann starred in her debut role in Fassbinder's short film Der Stadtstreicher/The City Tramp (Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1966). She and Fassbinder made 24 films together: Der Stadtstreicher (1966), Der Bräutigam, die Komödiantin und der Zuhälter (1968), Katzelmacher (1969), Liebe ist kälter als der Tod (1969), Götter der Pest (1970), Der amerikanische Soldat (1970), Effi Briest (1970), Warum läuft Herr R. Amok (1970), Pioniere in Ingolstadt (1971), Mathias Kneissl (1971), Acht Stunden sind kein Tag (1972), Die bitteren Tränen der Petra von Kant/The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972), Händler der vier Jahreszeiten/The Merchant of Four Seasons (1972), Wildwechsel (1973), Die Zärtlichkeit der Wölfe (1973), Angst essen Seele auf/Ali: Fear Eats the Soul (1974), Nora Helmer (1974), Angst vor der Angst (1975), Faustrecht der Freiheit (1975), Mutter Küsters' Fahrt zum Himmel (1975), Schatten der Engel (1976), Frauen in New York (1977), Berlin Alexanderplatz (1980), and Lili Marleen (1981).
In 1975, Irm Hermann left Munich and Fassbinder and moved to Berlin to be more independent. In 1976, she married Dietmar Roberg. They had two children, son Franz Tizian Roberg (1977), and son Fridolin Roberg (1981). In the cinema, she worked more often for other directors. She worked with Werner Herzog in his film Woyzeck (1979) starring Klaus Kinski, and with Hans Geissendorfer in his Thomas Mann adaptation Der Zauberberg/The Magic Mountain (1982), with Rod Steiger. From 1987, she was an ensemble member of the Freie Volksbühne Berlin. She continued to make films, including Johanna D'Arc of Mongolia (Elrike Ottinger, 1989), Tigerstreifenbaby wartet auf Tarzan/Tigerstripe Baby Is Waiting for Tarzan (Rudolf Thome, 1998), the family film Mein Bruder ist ein Hund/My Brother Is a Dog (Peter Timm, 2004), the farce Reine Geschmacksache/Fashion victims (Ingo Rasper, 2007), and Anonyma - Eine Frau in Berlin (Max Färberböck, 2008) starring Nina Hoss. Her later films included Fack ju Göhte 3/Suck Me Shakespeer 3 (Bora Dagtekin, 2017) with Elyas M'Barek and Katja Riemann, and Zwei Herren im Anzug/Two Men in Suits (Josef Bierbichler, 2018). Her last screen role was in the TV series Labaule & Erben (2019), the story of the publishing family Labaule in Germany. Irm Hermann died in 2020 in Berlin, Germany.
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Tn mìnk thíc nh~ chiếc nhẫn nv.:)
[*Cho anh - Nỗi nhớ khỏa lấp niềm đau trong em.*
Ts hìnk ảnh của một người cứ hiện lên trong tâm trí của mìnk lúc nì.?
Lại nghe nhạc of Spyder và lại miêng mang sn...
Mìnk đg cần thấy một ng ngay thời điểm bh cứ như là đứa trẻ ham muốn đc. ăn kẹo v.
Nhớ và mong.:)
[*Viết cho một chiều mưa về ngày đầu tiên của tháng 10 quen thuộc.*
Ta nói đầu h lớp mìnk đem bong bóng vào thổi w mang loa theo để hát nhạc dance muốn lũng nóc trg gùi:X
Trời thì mưa tầm tã mà mìnk cứ thíc lang bang long bong ra ngoài hành lang nghịch nc' w đập bong bóng mặc dù sợ nhứt trên đời là bong bóng nó nổ:-s
Cg~ kg fá fáck ji lm' nhưn giám thị p~ fát loa lùa quần chúng 10A1 vào lớp ổn định:-ss
Grùi thì tiết đầu lết xác lên sân br tập TD cg~ chẳng ra cái giống ji cả=)) mìnk cứ đứn lắc m~ bài TD nhịp điệu=;
Xong ra trơi thì lại típ tục cái trò nham nhở là bóp bong bóng:)) mìnk wào b. Mink chảy máu luôn:(( có tí tẵn mà đã la mìnk hung hăng=))
Mìnk là mìnk ghét mí anh trên 12A1 cứ dòm lớp mìnk như thú lạ==" ta nói tại bị lớp mìnk nó make color quá đi mà=; thiệt là ngại quá đi=;
Tiết Địa thì bà cô đi lấy ck gùi nên nhờ ông nào bê đê vào dạy thế:)) đc. nửa tiếng thì xách đít đi chia tay cuối w lớp mìnk luôn:">
Tiết cuối là màn diễn kịch of lớp:X nói chung cg~ vui mà cg~ lãm nhãm thía nào í:-s kg khoái ji cho lm' nhưn thôi cg~ vui vui=p~
Cuối cùng là ở lại gần 6h chỉ để trơi quay dĩa một cách sến rện w lũ nhóc con lớp mìnk thôi:X giữa trg ngta dòm chúng mìnk cứ như tụi trẻ thiểu năng=))
[*Tc cho 10A1 đỉnh thân thng*
Yêu lớp mìnk lm' cơ cơ cơ:X 2 ngày nay mìnk kg đc. vui nhưn bù lại lớp mìnk làm mìnk cười hơn bt nh lm' í:*
Tks nh vì 2 ngày nay đã giúp mìnk biết mìnk kg thiếu ng q.tâm màh còn có nh tc hơn mìnk nghĩ nữa:X
Mìnk s~ vào đội văn nghịa nếu lớp mìnk nhảy nhạc hiện đại=p~ còn kg thì đồng bào nói tới chiều mìnk cg~ kg dám vào đâu:-s
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Tao có 1 ng bạn tốt khá là bản lĩnh
Lúc nào mở miệng cũng nói chơi chung với tao không hề toan tính
Nhưng sau lưng thì lại đâm chọt để cho tao mất bạn tình
What the FẮCK ! nhiều khi tao đ' dám tin đó là bạn mình :-j
Nhưng không sao :-j sống như vậy cũng hay :-j
Nhờ vậy tao mới tìm được điểm chung của đám súc vật và mày:-j
đề cao vậy thôi ! chứ thua xa chó nhà tao:-j
Nếu không tin thì cứ nghe tiếp coi nó hơn mày chỗ nào =))
Con T Ó nhà tao vẫn sủa hằng ngày nhưng cơm nó ăn đ' no :-j
Còn mày ở không sung sướng và khi thấy BẠN BÈ chết đ' lo
Và con T Ó hễ thấy ai đụng đến tao là nó cắn hoài đ' nhã
Riêng mày thấy đầu gấu "thăm" tao thì lo kiếm chỗ núp trước trong nhà
Còn nhiều ! cái này là tao tóm tắt :>
Nói ngắn gọn trong vài câu để cho mày đỡ mất mặt =))
Chứ thật sự mà nói :) mày đ' xứng đáng :-j ( làm đéo dì f xứng đág :) )
Đ' xứng đáng để con này phải gọi là bạn =)) ( té đi chó )
Ngày xưa ...cứ tưởng rằng tao và mày sẽ là bạn tốt:)
Cùng nhau sống chết ở mọi tình huống bất kể treo trên ngàn cân:)
Nhưng bây giờ có lẽ…mọi chuyện đã đổi thay:)
Từ khi tao thấy cách sống của mày đang biến chất theo từng ngày:)
Mày chỉ đến gặp tao...khi tao còn tiền bao m đủ thứ :-j
Rồi mày quay lưng ngay khi trong túi quần tao đ' còn 1 xu=))
Tao kêu mày nên sữa đổi...mày nói tao dư nước miếng:-j
Bỏ mặt những lời tao khuyên...mày gật đầu cho qua chuyện:-j
Lúc nào cũng “tao biết rồi”nhưng mà có làm được đâu:-j
Lời tao nói với mày cứ như đàn gãi tai trâu:-j
Đú đỡn,ăn chơi với mày những điều đó thì luôn luôn đứng đầu :)
Còn tình nghĩa,bn bè mãi mãi chỉ là những thứ đứng sau:">
2 chữ bạn bè tốt nhất nên cho vào lãng quên B-)
Hy vọng mày sẽ kiếm được đứa bạn...giống như mày kề bên
Tao đoán mày biết tao đang nói ai nên đ' cần phải kể tên
1 des vậy là quá đủ tao nghĩ chắc đ' cần phải kể thêm
Bạn thật thì ít còn bè thì nhiều ! điều đó tao biết :)
Mong muốn được quay về những ngày xưa ! điều đó tao biết :)
Có những tâm sự không cần mày kể nhưng mà tao vẫn biết:)
Nhưng mà nhóc - hành trình đời mày chỉ mới vừa bắt đầu :)
Tao cũng đ' biết phải làm gì hơn ngoài việc gửi tặng mày 2 câu :)
Bn bè có kiếp này...đ' có kiếp sau =))
Cho dù đời có ra sao thì tao và mày vẫn vượt qua cùng nhau. :-j :-j :-j :-j :-j :-j
Not any person who have a Canon or a Nikon (pro. camera) , can say that he is professional ..
Stop hydeing behind the "MASKS" = pro. camera , and just be "YOU"
Keystone City, the first of the twin cities that connect from Kansas to Central City, Missouri.
One of the first cities to house one of the first well-known superheroes “The Flash.” A place to many that’s not as mesmerizing as Metropolis, yet much more optimistic than Gotham. But to one Linda Park, it’s a good place for a fresh start.
“Got the camera ready, Will?” She questions her camera guy. He gives a thumbs up in response. She lets out a mixed sigh of anticipation and anxiousness as she puts on her earpiece to hear the newsroom. She looks back at Will to see him counting down to one before the camera is on.
“And now we go to the street with our reporter Linda Park, why don’t you tell us what’s been happening?”
She finally hears from the newsroom. ‘Go time.’ She thinks to herself.
“Well DiDio, there’s been a recent string of robberies that have involved artifacts that to most people aren’t much concern, but this one in particular has gained the interest of the Justice League, leaving many concerned as these robberies could be connected to several others that have happened in the likes of Star City, Midway City, and several other Metropolitan areas.”
Blocks away near a bank. A man dressed in an orange jumpsuit with teal armor walks to the end of a rooftop, known to many as Mirror Master. He scopes out past the guards and several cruisers to see his eyes on the prize; a transport car that harbors likely millions.
“Bingo.” He says as pulls out a device from his belt, activating it as the truck is finished loading up and heads out. He presses a button on said device which causes him to vanish. A guard in the front of the truck is looking through his phone, liking a picture of some model.
“Ass is a bit flat, innit?”
The guard looks up to see the source of the voice, turning to his side mirror. Before being slugged and yanked out through the window of the truck. The driver tries to pull out his gun, but two more duplicates that come from the side and rearview mirrors grab and restrain him before one throws a harsh blow to his face, mainly his nose, knocking him out.
“Sorry lad, finders keepas, losers weepas!” He yells out, closing the door immediately after and grabs onto the wheel, speeding away as several cop cars chase after.
-
Meanwhile, on the other side of Keystone…
“Have a wonderful day.” Chester says, casually waving the customer goodbye. While he spots his friend, former high school classmate, and recent coworker Wally West, resting his head on his hand and watching the antique clock finally be 3:00 already.
“Y’know, you have speed powers, why don’t you just speed up time?” Chester asks which Wally looks back in response, in a blitz he’s laying on the counter with his elbow.
“It’s not exactly a hard science Chunk; I can’t just casually shift time and space to my own whims.”
Chester raises his eyebrow. “Yet you can steal and give speed to any person and object?” He asks.
Wally pauses, attempting to come up with a rebuttal, but hears a notification from his phone on the counter. He rushes to it, seeing a notification about a truck robbery in Keystone. ‘Perfect excuse.’ He smirks, putting his phone in his pocket.
“Chunk, I’ll be taking my five now.”
Chester groans. “Try not to be late again or Weisman’ll actually fire you this time.”
Wally chuckles while putting his vest in his locker.
“Then I guess he wouldn’t be a wise man.” He retorts as he exits the building; getting a running start. But not before time momentarily pauses. Blue lightning manifests and goes through his body, not harming him, but forming and forging a suit, his Kid Flash suit. As it’s fully assembled, time starts finally catching up as he thinks to himself ‘that’ll never get old’ he dashes straight towards the robbery.
Within less than a second, he speeds past the bank. He spots the hijacked truck heading straight towards two kids that are playing hopscotch. Immediately, he grabs the two kids and moves them across the block away from the truck that skids the area that they were just in. He turns towards the two, warning them.
“Next time, do it in your backyard, okay?”
They nod in response, he gives a thumbs up before zipping towards the truck. He rushes past the cruisers, getting closer to the truck. When he sees the back of the truck open to reveal Mirror Master.
“‘Ello Boyo! Sorry to wake you up from your nappy, don’t worry lass, I’ll make up fo’ it!” He yells as he grabs and throws several pocket mirrors onto the road in front of Wally, one of which has an arm pop out and grab his ankle, causing him to crash onto the ground. He tries to get up but several more copies pull out and tackle him, he struggles to break free and is almost unsuccessful before deciding to do this through a different way, a more… destructive way.
He vibrates his molecules, which for most speedsters would have them phase through things, for him it does that while having said object explode. He phases and darts through the duplicates which explode in response. ‘Okay, I can't exactly get close without him throwing several more of himself at me, and I already have way too many scratches on this suit already.’ He stops to see small shards of glass, he’s already gotten an idea. He grabs several dozen shards before launching alongside the truck.
“Sorry MM, your ride stops here.” Wally remarks, throwing all the shards at a tire, causing the car to drag across the road, Mirror Master tries to slow it down, but is unsuccessful as it slams through a fire hydrant and grazes several car bumpers before finally stopping, well, crashing at a bus stop. Wally stands close by, his arms crossed as Mirror Master crawls out of the wreckage, battered and bruised, and but still pissed.
“Y’know Scudder, you sound a little caught a little cold, I’d recommend a physician before a cell at Iron Heights.”
MM scowls as he’s being handcuffed and taken to a cop car.
“Fack off, ya Ronald Macdonald wearin’ sonova-” He's cut off by the door closed by one of the officers.
“Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you. Maybe you should ask for some ginger or chamomile tea, I’ve heard they’ve been giving them out in prison!” Wally chuckles after saying that.
“Kid Flash!”
He turns to see a man followed by several officers, presumably the one leading these guys.
“Captain Phillips.” He introduces himself, shaking his hand. “Thank you for helping us out, a bit surprised to be honest, I was expecting the other guy to show up.”
Wally keeps his mouth shut, while he loves being a hero and helping out and all that, he doesn’t really like when they bring him up.
“No problem Captain, I’ve dealt with my fair share of Rogues on my own.” He turns back to Mirror Master. “Although he doesn’t sound like the Scudder I know.”
The captain scratches the back of his head in response. “That’s because he isn’t, his name’s Evan McColloch, typical lowlife known for petty theft and drug use. He was taken to Iron Heights, bunked up with Mardon, and around a week or so ago, he along with Scudder’s equipment somehow went missing; we’re not sure how he got it, but that’ll be for later. Our concern now is getting him back to cell.”
Wally nods in response before he hears his name called out; he turns his head back to see several reporters, giving the usual questions. ‘How are the Teen Titans?’ ‘Who are you currently dating?’ ‘Will you be joining the Justice League?’, the usual. Until he feels a tap and looks over his shoulder to see a new reporter that he doesn’t recognize and looks to be about his age.
“Linda Park, 52 News, I’d like to ask a few questions, if you don’t mind?” While he’s dealt with the news due to his work with the Titans and Barry, the fact he’s by himself, along with Linda’s… unique look? He starts getting a bit nervous.
“Uh, yeah! Why not?” As he finishes saying that, he’s immediately given a question.
“What do you have to say about the current issues of superheroes?”
“Pardon?” He raises his brow in response.
“Well given the recent occurrences of robberies in several cities, along with certain heroes caught in recent controversial circumstances, people are questioning whether or not you should be marked as a vigilante, especially after what just happened.”
Wally’s confused, until he examines the area around him. The buildings' windows nearby are shattered, several cars are heavily wrecked, the pavement is covered in skid marks, and at least two fire hydrants are spraying what’s likely an expensive amount of water.
“Do you have any thoughts on that?” His attention is brought back by Linda. He stands there, attempting to give an answer or anything, but instead apologizes before running off. In less than a second, he stops outside of the city next to the “Welcome to Keystone!” sign, breathing a sigh of relief. Then he hears a ping and pulls his phone to see a text from his boss. Which said ‘don’t bother showing your face back to work.’ with a trashbin emoji sent along with it.
“Great.”
-
Wally stares at the statues of himself and Barry as they run against each other which causes him to reminisce about the days when things were simpler; when he and his uncle Barry were just the fastest duo, fighting the likes of Captain Cold, The Turtle, the Top, and the rest of those Rogues.
He looks around the unfinished museum, “I wish you’d be here to see it.”
His days of reminiscing are interrupted when he feels a small buzz in his back pocket from his phone, he pulls it out to see a text from Hartley, a good friend and even better paying roommate, asking if he’ll be at the local bar tonight. He sighs before deciding he might as well.
“I probably need to relax a bit.” He sighs before speeding off.
-
“Well I can’t say I’m surprised, kinda hard to do retail, a job that requires you to be around people, if you’re busy fighting a weirdo mirror guy on the other side of town and not there.” Hartley comments, trying his best to soften the blow of logic towards Wally, but probably making it worse.
“It was a mirror gun and the guy took over a truck that was going through the city like a maniac! Besides, it was barely five minutes.” Wally interjects, to which Hartley raises his brow.
“So then why did you get fired?” He inquires which causes Wally to put his head on the table, exhausted being reminded of it.
“Apparently we have specific times for breaks, and our boss came in early to see me not there. Chunk was let off with a warning, I got fired. According to him anyway…”
Hartley shakes his head. “If it helps, you lasted longer than the other guys expected.”
Wally looks up, dejected as all hell. “Sorry…”
“Hey, it’s no big deal! I pay for most of our rent anyway, however if you’re still looking for a job-”
Wally snaps back up from the table and cuts him off immediately. “No, hell no.”
“Oh come on! My company is successful, it’s been doing well for months, it wouldn’t hurt to have a speedster as company mascot.”
Wally rolls his eyes.
“Like I’m gonna be a sellout… I might be struggling, but I’m not Booster Gold.”
Hartley raises his empty glass for a drink, which gets filled before he immediately takes a sip.
“Well, let’s get off topic then. Have you heard anything from the band?”
Wally sighs in response.
“Donna’s been trying to broker peace between Themyscira and the UN, Garth’s gone back to help guard Atlantis, and Roy… I’ve heard he’s been recovering after the fight with Ollie.”
“What about Dick?”
Wally closes his eyes, really hoping he wouldn’t ask about him. “Same as the nine months, just silence. I mean I’ve asked Bruce and he said he’s still looking.”
Hartley puts his hand on his shoulder. “Hey, he’ll pop back up again. Guys like that will pop back up after a while.” There’s a few moments of silence before Wally tries to break it.
“Look, I’m just tired and I imagine you invited me to get distracted, so let’s do that instead.” As he tries to refocus the topic, Hartley catches a cute-looking guy heading past his direction.
“Tell you what, why don’t you get started while I go powder my nose.”
He looks at him confused before it hits him.
“You’re not ditching me for a hook up.”
“I’m not, I’m just.. going to powder my nose while you get started for the heavy drinks, besides it’ll take you like a bottle and a half to get buzzed and I’m paying for it anyway, so get to splurging.” He finishes before heading off in the man’s direction. Wally sighs while looking at the bartender.
“Just give me a Mai Tai.” As soon as the bartender starts making them a female voice besides him adds.
“And a white russian for me.”
Wally looks to the side to see… Linda Park?
“Hi?” He accidentally says. Linda looks at him confused.
“...Hi? Have we met?”
He gets a bit nervous and lets out a cough before adding. “Uh no no, I just recognized you for interviewing Kid Fl-”
Linda immediately groans. Just as the bartender drops off their drinks to which she takes a big swig off the glass.
“Don’t remind me. The last thing I need to be reminded of is today's bullshit.”
As he’s about to ask they notice one the tvs is on channel 52, which is issuing a public apology on behalf of the entire news network towards Kid Flash for our… blunder, we promise to not make that mistake, a male news desk reporter says, smiling with the fakest smile that’s ever smiled.
“So If you’re one of those ‘flash fans’ that’s been harassing me all day, can you please just text me? It makes it easier for me to block you and I’d rather not worry my eomma and appa.” Linda says, taking another swig from her drink.
“Seriously?” He asks, stunned.
“Seriously. Like you wouldn’t believe the amount of crazy love this guy has. And he’s not even the main guy!” Hearing that caused him to accidentally let out a chuckle.
“Is that funny to you?”
“Nononono, of course not!” Wally tried assuring. “It’s just… It reminds me of people who called me weird because I thought I was obsessive when he was the president and only member of the Flash fan club.”
She smiles. “Well you’re not wrong, that is pretty damn weird.”
“Tell me about it, Wally West, president of the Flash fanclub of Blue Valley Junior High, it was pretty rough.”
Her light chuckle explodes into a full blown laugh.
“Wally West? Is that short for Wallaby?” She asks mid-laughter. Wally just stares at her, slightly charmed by her laughter.
“Well, I’m glad you’re taking it well. And it’s actually short for Wallace.”
Linda’s starts to devolve down into a light laugh.
“Sorry, sorry, I just needed that after today. And y’know Wallace isn’t any better, right?”
Wally shrugs. “Beats Wallaby.”
They share a laugh. An hour passes as Wally and Linda continue their conversation, with Linda venting and Wally laughing as she does impressions of her boss and coworkers. Linda looks at the time on her phone and notices she has to head home.
“Shit, I gotta go, it’s been fun.” Linda says with a warm smile as she gets ready to head out. Wally looks at his phone, noticing a text from nearly 40 minutes ago from Hartley which says ‘Going back to my room, have fun with her!’ followed by ‘YOU’VE GOT THIS’ which he finishes with a thumbs up emoji.
Wally sighs, annoyed initially but relieved. He looks up to see Linda heading out, he goes after her and grabs her arm before she’s out the door.
“So as it turns out, my roommate and former drinking buddy decided to play hooky. So now I have a bunch of free time. Would you mind having me be your chaperone until we get to your place?”
Linda raises her brow. “It’s not that far, it’s only three blocks from here.”
“Still better safe than sorry. Besides, I’ve been liking our talk and I kinda want it to continue, if that’s all right with you?”
“You realize this is the type of stuff serial killers say to lure their victim, yeah?” She asks. Wally tries to respond and starts to stammer before he notices her smile. “Sure, why not. Besides, you look too wimpy to be a killer.”
“Hey, what do you mean by wimpy?” He follows as they both head out. What would’ve been five minutes was instead extended to about 15 minutes of Wally and Linda talking and sharing laughs. She notices her apartment nearby and stops in front of him.
“It’s my stop, it was… great talking to you.” Linda says. Wally can feel his lightly freckled cheeks starting to heat up while he tries to shrug it off.
“Aw, it’s-it’s nothing, I mean who wouldn’t do it for a famous reporter… Well, infamous now, but you get my point. You were… fun to hang out with.” They both share a wave before Wally starts to head off, but he stops as he turns around and thinks to himself.
‘I can’t believe I’m thinking this, whyIamIthinkingthis? This is a bad idea, youjustmether. Don’tdoitwallly! Don’t do-’ He immediately turns back to face her.
“So, would you like to hang out again sometime this week or whatever?”
“Like where and when?” She asks with a hand on her hip.
“Oh, like the park, on friday?” She purses her lips, contemplating it for a few seconds before shrugging.
“Well it beats drinking in a cramped bar, I’m game. Meet me at my workplace for round two Wallaby.”
Wally starts unconsciously smiling, feeling a bit of excitement and relief.
“Gre-great, I-I mean, challenge accepted. I will see you then for round two Linda Park.”
She chuckles before waving him off once more and closing the door to the apartment lobby. Wally can’t help smiling, he can feel the electricity and energy in him start to surge as he zips through the streets.
-
“You know, if you could just surrender just for today, I’d really appreciate it!” Wally says, gritting his teeth as he stands in a wrestling ring, surrounded by a crowd of criminals, presumably people he and Barry had taken in in the past. As he’s faced by a samuroid with a silly face painted onto it, followed by a man dressed in a revolting mash of blues and yellows, naming himself Trickster Jr, with several drones surrounding them.
“No dice dude! Do you know how big I’m gonna be once I kill you? I’m gonna make it to the big leagues of Doom Social!”
Wally stops, looking at him puzzled but before he could ask what the hell Doom Social is; he notices the samuroid attempts to decapitate him and he moves to the right, where he ends up getting grazed on his left bicep by the katana from one of the samuroids trying to slice him, but he gets thrown against a barricade from the shockwave of the glowing blade.
“Ooooh, looks like Kid Flash needs to get back to Titans academy, he seems like he needs his mommy and daddy Flash to make him all better.” Trickster says with a taunting tone as it’s followed by the audience laughing and cheering. To which Wally grinds his teeth in response.
“You are so frickin’ annoying!” He yells out before running at the samuroid by the side, as he jumps he brings his legs up to dropkick its head, it attempts to block but with such a strong speed, the momentum causes it to zip across the ring as it uses its katana to slow what would’ve been a harsh crash into a gentle, almost perfect landing with it kneeling.
“Money well spent.” Trickster comments with a nod. Wally starts getting up as he hears a beep, he pulls out his phone to see the time on his phone.
‘Dammit, I’m already late.’
“If you’re trying to phone a friend, don’t bother. The satellites don’t allow any outside contact apart from these cameras.” Trickster says as he gestures towards the drones surrounding them. Wally only smiles before saying.
“Like I’m gonna lose to someone more pathetic than the Prankster.”
Trickster’s smile sinks into a frown. “You… are not funny.”
“You’re right, I’m not.” Wally says as he jumps back up, putting his phone back in his pocket. “What I am, however, is done with this circus act. Don’t worry though, I’ll be finishing it with an explosive finale.” He finishes as his glow from hazel green to a shiny blue light. He takes a deep breath as bolts of electricity start surrounding him as the Samuroid goes into an offensive stance, in a momentary flash of light, Wally disappears and reappears on its left, throwing a harsh left hook charged with electricity at its head.
“Strike one.” Wally says before immediately disappearing and reappearing once more behind it and hurls a charged kick at the back of its neck, it’s thrown forward, twitching even more with small sparks popping around and its mask off and revealing its weak spot. “Strike two.”
It takes a few steps back as it turns around to see him vanish once more. It stands perfectly still, waiting for its moment as it uses both hands to hold onto the katana tightly, causing the blade to glow again. Wally materializes on its right and tries again to throw another jab, but it throws a charged defensive slash, forcing Wally to step back and block the blowback with both of his arms. He takes in a breath as he tries shrugging off the gashes on the back of his wrists from the shockwave.
“Ooooh, that’s gotta hurt!” Trickster Jr comments.
“Shit!” Wally mutters. He attempts to throw a storm of punches, to which the Samuroid seems to have caught on and counters every hit with it’s blade. He attempts to throw one final strike, but it catches his final punch, grabbing his fist and using all of its energy to throw him at one of the posts. Wally hits it with a harsh smack, seemingly able to, if barely move and fighting the ability to stay conscious. He gets back up, wincing as he can feel the bruises in his back and knuckles start to immediately heal.
“Come on Kid Flash. All bark, no bite, all talk, no trick.”
Wally's eyes glow for a second before he blinks and hurls himself directly at it. The Samuroid with a perfect speed counters his hit with the end of its hilt and turns the blade to stab him in the chest.
“Oh ho wow! Looks like we got a superhero casualty first people! The Kid Flash falls to the blade of the Samuroid!” Trickster exclaims as the audience cheers. He gets in the ring clapping his hands. “Bold and Brash, I like it! Too bad though, not for me. But hey! I’m getting several sponsors for this. Guess you’ll be joining the other gu-” He stops as he gets closer, noticing the body shaking; no, not shaking, vibrating, as it disappears. The Samuroid tilts its head in confusion while the audience mumbles in confusion.
“Strike Three,” Trickster and the Samuroid turn behind them as Wally stands there, white hot glowing ball of chaotic electricity is held in his right hand. “You’re out.”
“Oh shit!” Trickster yells out as he jumps out of the way before Wally flicks his finger, releasing the energy directly at the Samuroid’s head. It tries to block it, but it’s too late as at an instant, it falls down on its knees, its head missing and chest almost split in two. He beat it. The audience begins to run out in waves, but apparently not in time as Wally begins to hear sirens close by. He takes in a deep breath as he sees Trickster Jr. freaking out.
“That-That Samuroid was a rental! Do you know how much money I’m gonna have to waste to reimburse it?!”
Wally can only roll his eyes before he grabs Trickster and ties him at one of the posts. “Hey, now you know what to do with that revenue. Now I’d hate to fight and run, but I got a date I’m late for, and I’d rather not miss it soooo.” In an instant he’s gone.
-
Linda waits at the lobby of 52 news; ‘The best channel that gives the most important news for 52 weeks a year.’ Or that’s what the motto she’s heard a thousand times says. She doubts it given recent events with her boss. She sighs as she checks the time once again.
‘6:00 pm.’ She reads off her phone.
“Come on Wally. Where the hell are yo-” As she’s muttering, she notices him running to the building. As he stops, she notices the way he’s dressed, almost like he’s prepped for a last minute dressup for the prom, bowtie and everything.
“Hey.” He says, before taking a few breaths, “Sorry I took so long, m-my alarm broke again and my roommate decided to leave early and-and.”
Linda can’t help but smile while rolling her eyes. “Well now, I think the being late-part is the least of my worries.” She points to his outfit. “You do remember we’re just going to the park, right?”
Wally looks down, finally noticing how he’s bizarrely dressed for something as mundane as the freaking park. “We-Well, I guess it’s been awhile since I last went out with someone.” He says with an awkward smile.
They both stare at each other before they start lightly laughing at how weird this first date has already started.
“Well for second dates, this one is a contender for one way to start one.”
Wally scoffs. “You’re counting our weird meetup?”
“Beats the alternative.” Linda muses.
“Which is?”
“A night of drinking with a weirdo named Wallace.”
“It’s Wally.”
“Not how I remembered it.” She counters, putting her arm around his, to which Wally winces, trying to hide the pain from the earlier fight. Linda notices, but decides that’ll be a problem to figure out later. They walk through the city.
“You’re gonna love what they’re having over there.” Wally says.
As they arrive, she spots several teens running in costumes of the Rogues while being hounded by a younger girl dressed in a Flash onesie, laughing playfully. Her eyes widen as she looks to see the full Flash festival. Full of people wearing all types of Flash memorabilia
“I… know you’re not the biggest fan of the Flash, but I thought maybe you’d be down to have a fun night if nothing else. Plus, it’d help give you a lay of what Keystone is really like.” He gets a bit more nervous as Linda stays silent. “If you want, we can just leave-”
“No!” she yelps, slightly spooking Wally. “I-I mean, I’d like to get a further look into the festival, I mean, it has been a few weeks since I’ve been here. So, where do we start?” She asks, giving him that unique look that makes Wally’s cheeks go red.
“Well, let’s start with one of my personal favorites. The Pinball Wizard machine!” He says enthusiastically as he grabs her by the hand and takes her to the blue festival tent that was an arcade which contained several machines based on several villains that were fought by speedsters she assumes.
“Now THIS is one I’ve been wanting to play again for a long long time.” Wally says with a devious smile, Linda sees the machine he’s talking about, a pinball machine that has the Flash and Green Arrow, fighting against some guy dressed in red pajamas with yellow stars and moons plattered all over him.
“This?” she asks, balking at the idea of starting their date with a pinball machine of some weirdo.
Wally doesn’t hear her though as he starts playing it, but within seconds, he immediately fails. Wally clicks his tongue in frustration before trying again, which he again fails. He tries one more time, while whispering, “Third time’s a charm.” which results in another failure. He sighs. He looks back to see Linda looking somewhat bemused by his focus on a pinball machine.
“Sorry, it’s just something that me and Ba-” He cuts himself off, clearly melancholic about something or someone. “Me and someone I knew used to do when I was younger. Even when I didn’t sucked, I never forgot having fun.”
Linda looks at him, it’s the first time she’s seen him look vulnerable, she looks back at the pinball machine before taking a deep breath. “So how does this game work then?” She asks, getting to the machine and trying to start it. She looks back to see Wally looking shocked at what she’s asked.
“I don’t…”
“Well you dragged me here for this pinball game, might as well get my shot at it no?” She says in a way that sounded like she was wanting to beat this game.
Wally doesn’t know what to say, “Um…” He tries his best to shake it off before going to her to explain the instructions. “Okay, so you need to keep the ball up and out of the bottom using the flippers, and have them hit these targets, the more you hit them, the more points you get, until you get the highest score in the game.”
Linda’s silent for a moment, taking in everything he’s said.
“Again, you don’t have to-”
“No I don’t, but I’m going to cause now I see a challenge, and I’ll be damned before I lose to something as simple as a freaking pinball machine.” She finishes, with a fierce expression that Wally hasn’t seen before, one that as far he could see could rival Batman’s from the few experiences he’s had with the guy.
As the game starts, Linda immediately gets 100 points by hitting the switches several times, which in turn bounce off the buttons. Within half a minute, she’s already pushing to 1200 points, Wally can’t believe it, she’s already got a higher score than what Barry, Iris, even Hal had. He begins to realize that he’s been truly underestimating this woman. A minute passes before the ball finally goes past the flippers and the game ends with her score being 54300 points.
“Damn, I didn’t get first place.” She sighs.
“Woah.” Wally says, astonished. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who could score that on the Pinball Wizard machine.”
“Well I aim to please.” She remarks. “So what else do you have for us to do?”
Hours pass as they navigate the festival, going to a ferris wheel based on Starro, a photo stand-in of Justice League Antarctica, and a walk in the haunted House of Secrets; which they tried getting passed through as quickly as possible due to how much it freaked them both out. As they head out of the festival, grabbing their souvenirs of pictures and a Flash Fox plush. Linda is the one to finally break the calmness.
“I can’t lie, that was pretty fun.” She reflects.
“I told you you’d have a fun night. Though to be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be this chaotic.”
She raises a brow with a smile. “This is coming from the guy dressed in a two piece suit for a carnival trip?”
Wally tries to retort, but realizes she has a point. But they stop as they hear the fireworks above them, which they look up and watch together. He almost didn’t notice Linda holding herself close to him but the pain from earlier helped to make him realize and reminded him to get some rest as soon as he gets home.
“Soooo, what’d you think?” He asks.
“As far as second dates go, I’d definitely put it in the top three. Maybe top one if I’m feeling generous tonight.”
“Well, we could just try again next week, maybe go through one of those pristine restaura-” He’s cut off by Linda kissing him on his left cheek.
“I’m just messing with you, you dork. It was fun.”
Wally suddenly can hear his heart beating very intensely, his hands getting sweaty and his cheeks going incredibly red.
Linda can only roll her eyes in response while adding, “Geez, if I knew a simple kiss like that was going to make you that nervous, I would’ve just-”
She’s cut off as well as Wally grabs her by the shoulders and plants his lips onto hers, kissing her. She’s shocked initially but starts to reciprocate as it goes on. It feels like hours could pass and nothing could stop their love. But they are cut off by the final boom of the last of the fireworks going off. As they separate, they look back at each other, both red in the face by what just happened.
“Uh-Uhm, wha-what’d you think of that?” Wally retorts, attempting to swerve the conversation.
Linda just smiles, she smiles in a way that makes him feel comfort.
“I guess I stand corrected.”
Nothing else as intense happens as Wally takes her back to the front door of the lobby of her apartment.
“So, I’ll see you soon?” He asks.
She nods. “Obviously after that, there’s no doubt. But I’m picking the place next time!” She adds before waving him goodbye and heading into her apartment. As she sets everything she got from the festival down, she turns on the tv, which shows channel 52 talking about Kid Flash fighting and taking down the Trickster Jr’s internet showdown show. As well as showing footage of Kid Flash fighting the Samuroid. She starts to think about the pain he expressed that she noticed earlier when she got close to him, as well as the mention of someone that Wally knew that presumably had passed that name had started with a B A. She decided to open her laptop and do some research.
“Who are you Wally?...”
-
Wally opens the door to his apartment; he notices the tv being on and showing the recent report of Trickster Jr’s defeat thanks to him, followed by the kitchen lights being on. He shrugs it off, assuming it to be Hartley getting a late night snack. He takes off his jacket and his clip-on bow tie before throwing them onto the arm of the couch and heading into the kitchen.
“Hey, sorry I took so long, I got a little caught up with Linda.” He says while going through the cupboard and pulling out a box of donuts. “You wouldn’t believe how good she was with the pinball machine, it was crazy.” He adds while scarfing down two donuts in less than a second.
“So that’s what’s been bothering you, huh?” An old voice responds, one that’s nothing that Hartley sounds like, but is one he recognizes. He closes the cupboard door and sees Jay, sitting at the dining table. He’s dressed in civilian garb; however his classic helmet sits on the table alongside a cup of oj, Jay’s favorite.
“Jay! W-What are you doing here?” Wally asks, slightly shocked.
“I’ve been meaning to check out how things have been back home since I had to take over Barry’s spot on the league.” Jay replies, running his index finger across the rim of his glass of oj.
Wally nods his head in affirmation. “Well, things have been normal, a few new bad guys decided to show up and be a pain, had to deal with a robbery and an evil influencer, same old same old.”
“Right. So who’s this ‘Linda’ you’ve been talking about?” Jay asks, “I assume she’s that new reporter I’ve been seeing on the news, but I’m curious to hear from you.”
“Oh, she-she’s nobody important. Ju-Just someone I met last week at Chyre’s. Well, okay, actually I-I met her after beating another Mirror Master, she gave an interview that sucked and apparently everyone else hated. But, when you get to know her she’s uh… kinda cool.” Wally’s silent for a bit, remembering the last couple hours.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool if you ask me.”
“That… That’s good to hear.” Jay’s silent for a bit, trying to remind himself of why he’s here.
“Listen, as you know, next week’s the opening day for the opening of the Flash museum.” He stops himself, contemplating whether now was the time before he shakes it off. “I’m thinking of retiring.”
“...Wait, what? You’re retiring” Wally lets out, “Why?”
Jay looks at the ground. “Kiddo, I’m getting old, but these criminals and supervillains, they’re getting younger and stronger.” He immediately puts his hand out to reassure him. “Don’t worry though, it won’t be immediate, I’ll have to convene with the League before it’ll be finalized. But yeah, I’ll be hanging up the ol’ helmet.”
Wally blinks at his response. “B-But somebody’s gotta be the Flash…”
“I know, kid.” Jay stops as he gets up and pulls a ring from his pocket, one that he recognizes. “That’s why I wanted to give you this.”
He hands Wally the ring as he opens his palm to look at it. It’s a silver ring with the head resembling the Flash symbol. He takes off his old ring he already had and sets it on the counter before putting on the new one. He presses the button and a suit pops out, within a flash of a second, he puts it on. He looks at himself from the mirror of the dining room, dressed in crimson and mahogany red fabrics with lines of silver decorated across his suit.
“Wh-When did-” Wally stammers, stunned at the suit. “How?” He finally lets out.
“Barry made it before he… passed. It was gonna be your birthday gift, but after what happened, I knew you needed time, I just wasn’t sure when.” Jay says as he puts his hands in his pockets. “Now, I think I know.”
Wally can feel tears starting to form and fall as he’s reminded of the days when he and Barry would bicker, with him asking when he would become the Flash and being either taken off track by the fight or told that “Iris would have his head if he even considered it.” He knew he was joking, and knew he had always dreamed of it since he was a kid, and that one day he’d be ready; the question was always… When? He wipes away his tears and turns back to Jay.
“Thank you Jay, really.”
Jay smiles but blinks when he hears a beeping as he pulls his sleeve up to show his watch, which blinked as it showed an alert.
“Looks like it’s time for me to go.” He finishes the glass of oj, grabs his helmet and puts it on, of which in a blip, he transforms into his classic superhero outfit. “Take care of yourself kid, okay?”
Wally nods in affirmation as Jay zips out of the apartment. He presses the button on the ring as he transforms back into his regular clothes and puts the suit back into the ring. He hears the ringing of his phone as he pulls it up and sees a text from Linda. ‘I know the truth’ followed by ‘meet me near the river tomorrow at sundown’ and finished by ‘please don’t lie’ before she stopped texting. He tries to ask her but she doesn’t respond and just leaves him on read.
-
Wally walks through the riverside, going along the trail as he sees Linda, sitting on the roots of a tree close by, dressed in what he assumes is her casual wear. He walks up to her, not immediately noticing him before he pipes up.
“Hey.” Wally greets.
She looks up from her phone. “Hey.” she responds neutrally, almost in a manner that felt… distant to him.
“Soooo, you wanted to talk, right?” He asks, trying his best to soften any blow she tries to hurl at him.
“Yeah, let's.” She turns off her phone and puts it in her back pocket before standing up to Wally. “I know you’re Kid Flash. Now, before you ask, no I’m not telling anyone else. But you need to be honest with me.”
Wally sighs before he puts his hands up in defeat. “Alright, where do you wanna start?”
“How about the beginning?”
Wally sighs as he takes a breath. “Fair warning, it ain’t pretty.” He warns, to which Linda nods in dismissal. “Ever since I was a kid, I always loved the Flash, and I mean my mom would love to show you the amount of Flash stuff I owned-”
“Please, back to the story.” Linda cut off, trying to be patient with him.
“Right, one day, my aunt Iris introduced me to her boyfriend, Barry Allen. I thought he was a bit of a weirdo. But he seemed nice, he showed me around his lab, trying to impress me since we couldn’t go out during a thunderstorm. But during this, there was an attack at the lab involving some weirdo named Computron, who tried to get revenge on Barry, he tried to hide me, but I got out and went to get a peek. That’s when I saw him, the Flash, knocked out and looked like he was about to die. I did my best to get him off of the Flash, but he threw me onto some chemicals nearby, and as I tried to get up, I got struck by lightning.”
“A week later, I woke up finding out I had speed powers, which I tried to have some fun, grabbing snacks, running across the ocean, all the fun stuff you could think of at thirteen. But of course Barry found out and revealed to me his secret, that he was the Flash and offered me a spot as his sidekick. I was of course ecstatic, I get to fight alongside the greatest superhero ever, how could I say no?” Along the way, I met the Justice League, formed a group of likeminded kids and became the Titans, which I came up with by the way; and life was great!” Wally says as his lips tighten, reluctant to continue.
“And then?” She asks.
“And then nine months ago, Barry and I got into a fight about some dumb thing involving me not wantng to keep going. I didn’t want to keep wearing myself down, Barry wanted to help, but I was too stubborn to listen. Then he… he went on a mission with the League, and…” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before finishing. “He died. He… gave his life, his everything to save everyone. I wish my last talk wasn’t for something so stupid.” Wally looks at the ground, his eyes sullen and filled with remorse.
“You kept going though.”
“How could I not?” Wally adds. “The world needed Flashes more than ever. Despite everything sucking, I had to keep going.”
“So what changed?” Linda asks
Wally looks up. “You did. You make it worth it.”
Linda looks at him stunned. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Not at all, I mean… I never met anyone like you, someone who didn’t care about the Flash, but cared about me for me. Wh-Who isn’t afraid to confront anything or anyone, who brought up her boss’ ugly goatee, who overacheives at a game despite thinking it’s dumb.”
“It was dumb, but fun.” She adds.
“See that, you being you is what makes it worth it. I like you Linda Park, maybe way too much, but I like you.”
Linda looks around, trying to find the right words to say, she knew he meant it, but she needed space and time. She grabbed her purse from nearby and got ready to depart before turning.
“Give me time, I’ll-I’ll let you know when I’m ready to talk to you again. Okay?” She starts to walk out.
“The opening for the museum is on tuesday!” He yells out, causing her to stop and look back. “If you’re down to visit for an interview. Which I’d appreciate.”
She smiles and softly nods. “I’ll think about it, thank you.” before heading out.
Wally lets out a sigh and pulls his hand back up to look at the ring Jay gave him, the ring that Barry made for him, the ring that told him “He was the Flash” now.
-
Wally stands behind the curtain, dressed in his new outfit and feeling nervous despite not being in front of the cameras.
“You seem tense.” Hartley.
“Yeah, sorry.” Wally shakes off, “It’s just, I never thought a day like this would come.”
Hartley simpers in response. “Well to be fair, the plan was started six months ag-”
“Not what I meant.” Wally interrupts as he looks down and directs both hands at himself. “I mean this, I never thought it would be so soon. It’s ironic, despite everything, I don’t know what to do.”
Hartley sighs, putting his hands on his shoulder. “Don’t know if this helps much, but I’ve known you long enough to get that despite the odds being absurdly stacked against you. You’ll figure it out man, you’ve gone long enough to show me that.”
Wally looks up and smiles.
“Speaking of showing up…” He comments as he opens the curtains a smidge. “I don’t see a Linda Park. Think she’ll show up?”
“She’ll let me know, I trust her well enough to do that.” Wally starts straightening up and putting himself together as he notices the time. “But for now, now it's time.”
He walks out of the curtains onto a large crowd of people, some he recognizes like the mayor and the captain, followed by dozens of people he doesn’t recognize, like reporters and the like.
“Uh, good afternoon everyone. It-It’s been a while since I’ve faced cameras like this.” He starts with a pause, looking back at the notecard in his hand until he decides to do something different, something brash, something… like him. “I’m not a speech person, never was to be honest, probably why I never was a leader on the Titans. But what I am is someone that always wanted to be like Barry Allen, someone who always seemed like he had everything figured out and that nothing could slow him down. Which made me having to put this suit on so, so much more difficult. But one day, I realized it wasn’t, one day I realized I didn’t need to be like Barry Allen, I don’t need to be like Jay Garrick, just doing my best as me is what matters. And that’s what I’m proud to show.” He puts his hands on both sides of the podium.
“I come here not to remind everyone of Barry Allen, but of the impact the Flash meant to everyone in Keystone and in Central City. So I’m proud to be working with Rathaway Industries and the mayors of both cities to present The Flash Museum.” He finishes as everyone starts clapping and cheering. He walks off the stage, greeting both of the mayors while taking several glances at the reporters hoping to see her, but is unsuccessful.
He fails to notice Hartley giving him a side hug. “Dude that was way better than I was hoping for! Thought that up on the fly? Maybe you should do more speeches.”
“Yeah, that’s never happening.” Wally responds while laughing softly. “If you need me, I’ll be over near the superhero and sidekick statue.” He finishes as he waves off Hartley and zips past several visitors to stop at the now finished statues he saw before of him and Barry, with a plaque on the bottom reading.
“Flash and Kid Flash, The Fastest Duo to have impacted both cities.”
“A bit lame, but kinda sweet.” He hears from beside him, he turns to see Linda, dressed in her typical reporter attire.
“Hi.” He says with a slight smile.
“Hey.” Linda responds, smiling back.
“Good to see you.”
“You too.”
It’s a bit of an awkward silence for a couple moments before Wally takes in a breath. “Soooo, are we good now?”
“Yeah, I think we’re good now.” She follows it with a coy smile. “However, I think I deserve a little bit more if that’s all right with you?”
Wally raises his brow in confusion. “Liiiiiike?”
“An interview, a proper one this time. Don’t worry, I won’t be an ass this time.”
“What a shame, I kinda like that though.” He comments as they both share a laugh and walk together through the museum.
C-GCPB - Boeing B-727-217 - CP Air
(without titles - Alaska-titles still visible)
in 1982
c/n 21.056 - built in 1975 for CP Air -
leased to Alaska Airlines in Summer 1982
also operated by Royal Aviation 1994 - 1999 as C-GRYR and
All Canada Express as C-FACK between 1999 and 2004 -
currently in service with Allied Air of Nigeria
scanned from Kodachrome-slide
Brough Superior Alpine GS (1936-39) Engine 3455cc S6 SV Supercharged
Production 75 (inc. 4 litre)
Registration No. CTO 286
Race Number.114 Jerome Fack
Like the Railton and Allard the Brough was a member of the Anglo-American club. Mating in this case American Hudson engines to a British built frame and coachwork. Built at the Brough motorcycle factory in Nottingham. After 1939 George Brough turned to precision engineering.
The Alpine Grand Sport was built on a shorter Hudson 6 chassis, with semi-ecliptic's up front, and hydraulic brakes. Power output measured 107bhp in standard form but with a Centric supercharger option a claimed 140bhp giving a potential 100mph. most cars were however dropheads
Shot at the VSCC Spring Start, Silverstone 20-21 April 2013 REF:90C-657
STICKR' sharpie, pilot,artline,corrector ! kolores varios elige uno ke te lo regalo !!
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c/n 21056/1122. At Toronto. New to CP Air as C-GCPA in 1975. To Dan-Air as G-BKNG in 1983. Reregistered as G-NROA in 1984. To Royal Airlines as C-GRYR in 1992. Converted to a freighter for All Canada Express as C-FACK in 1999. To Cargojet in 2005 then to Allied Air Cargo as 5N-JNR in 2006. Withdrawn from use at Lagos in 2014.
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I made this photo of Melody standing in a small portion of the hedge lined rose garden at Filoli in the town of Woodside, 25 miles south of San Francisco. This was Melody's and my second visit to Filoli since it reopened on May 11, 2020 after being closed due to Corona Virus Covid-19 lockdown in the early months of the pandemic. We had toured most of the garden at this point and were returning to the parking lot to head home. I shot this using my Canon Powershot SX50.
Eddy : Thời gian này trong em bắt đầu xuất hiện những nỗi sợ và suy nghĩ linh tinh. Thoáng thôi mà - không sao. Em thương anh - nhiều hơn từng ngày. Em thích - hơi ấm mạnh mẽ của anh. Em thích - những suy nghĩ 'ông già' của anh. Em thích - cái cách anh quan tâm em. Em thích - những lúc anh chọc em điên cả lên. Em thích - em thích - em thích - em thích cái tình cảm hiện tại em dành cho anh. LêThiênKhoa aka nhóc Bin aka Eddy - Anh chỉ có thể là nhóc con của em ♥
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Huh. Tao biết mà - sẽ có ngày mày phải cuối mặt xin lỗi tao - Ừ thì bắt tay - Độ cay của tao đối với mày - chưa dứt được đâu. Nhóc.
Ps : ĐầmSen : www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6mwaF... .
In front :
C-FACK, ex All Canada Express
Boeing 727-217 (F) Advanced
cn 21056, ln 1122, mfd 03-75
Sold as 5N-JNR 12-04-06
N275AF, ex Sun Country Airlines
Boeing 727-227 Advanced
cn 22092, ln 1718, mfd 22-01-81
Scrapped at Marana late 2004
N745EV, all white
Boeing 727-46F
cn 19283, ln 502, mfd 11-67
Scrapped around 2012
N686CA, ex Champion Air
Boeing 727-2S7 Advanced
cn 22021, ln 1617, mfd 05-80
Scrapped at Burbank
In the background :
N13FE, DC-9-14, Corporate
N1858U, DC-10-30, United
N3439F, 747-300, all white
C-GAGA, 747-200B, ex Air Canada
(N522NA or N542NA), 757-200, National
RP-C8820, 747-200B, Philippines
N164AA, DC-10-30, American Airlines
N1838U, DC-10-30, United
này thì hùi nhỏ =)
đỡ đi :">
dt* kô ==> kô \m/ =)
bé Moon bắt Bụt phải trả tag =="
h Bụt trả :">
1.List nhạc gồm ít nhất 30 bài.
2. Đặt máy nghe nhạc/chương trình nghe nhạc của bạn ở chế độ Ngẫu nhiên (shuffle/random).
3. Với mỗi câu hỏi, ấn next song để biết câu trả lời.
4. Bắt buộc phải viết tên bài hát dù nó ngu si như thế nào đi nữa so với câu hỏi.
5. Tag thêm 10 nạn nhân.
1.Nếu ai đó nhận xét rằng "Bạn rất ổn!" bạn sẽ nói:
"Fuck you" =) ôi địt mịa cái list song =) nói thế nó đập gãy răng :">
2. Bạn sẽ tự giới thiệu như thế nào về bản thân?:
" Là con gái thật tuỵêt " =))))))) sốc chưa =))))
3. Bạn thích điều gì ở 1 chàng trai/cô gái? :
" Bình minh sẽ mang e đi " 8-> thật lòng :">
4. Hôm nay bạn cảm thấy như thế nào?:
"Lazy song" nằm nưóng :">
5. Mục đích sống của bạn?:
"Billionair" tỷ phú >:)
6. Phương châm của bạn? :
" Tìm lại " hãy luôn là chính mình :>
7. Bạn bè nghĩ gì về bạn? :
" Đập vỡ cây đàn " =)))) nói thật í 8-> list nhạc như c' =)
8. Bố mẹ bạn nghĩ gì về bạn? :
" Remember the name" =) sống phải luôn cho mọi ngừi nhớ tới tên mình =)
9. Dạo này bạn hay nghĩ đến chuyện gì? :
" Forever " yeah, ilu MK :X =)
10. Câu chuyện cuộc đời bạn ? :
"Love story " sến bỏ mẹ =)
11. Khi lớn lên bạn muốn làm gì? :
" Lemon tree " =) ôi, kô liên wan :">
12. Bạn nghĩ gì khi nhìn thấy người bạn thích ?:
" We made u " như trên 8->
13. Bạn sẽ hát bài gì trong đám cưới? :
" Như vậy nhé " yeah =) cứ iu nhau vậy wài \m/ chuẩn :">
14. Trong đám ma của bạn, người ta sẽ hát bài gì?:
" Ngày tết wê e " ôi, phải đi mua bông băng thuốc đỏ 8->
15. Sở thích của bạn?:
" I need a doctor" sở thích kì wặc =))
16. Bí mật lớn nhất của bạn?:
" Hotel california " =)) há há đầu óc đen thui :">
17. Nỗi sợ lớn nhất của bạn? :
" Wên " sợ một ngừi mình thưong wên mình đi :-s
18. Điều bạn muốn ngay lúc này?:
"E.T" alien :-s
19. Bạn nghĩ gì về những người bạn của mình?:
" Boom Boom" yeah, những ngừi chém gió chung vs mình thật là vui :X
20. Nếu bạn nuôi một con chó , tên nó sẽ là?
" E sai " =) tên chuẩn 8->
21. Bộ phim yêu thích? :
" My heart will go on" fuck =) titanic \m/
22. Hành động điên nhất vừa làm?:
" Been to hell " =) bye bye =)
23. Nhạc công sẽ chơi bài gì trong tang lễ của bạn?:
" Can u hear me now? " chết nghe làm đếu dì đc =)
24. Điều gì khiến bạn cười?
" Young" trẽ mải kô già :">
25. Điều gì khiến bạn khóc?:
" Sunday" nghe thử đi :( bùn thấy mồ =="
26. Bạn đã kết hôn chưa? :
" Beautiful " nhảm \m/
27. Điều gì làm bạn sợ nhất?
" Beauty and the beast " =)) no cóm mèn =)
28. Có ai thích bạn không? :
" i want nobody but u" =)) chắc có
29. Nếu được quay ngược thời gian, bạn sẽ thay đổi điều gì?
" Siêu nhân" =) bố khỉ :">
30. Ngay lúc này điều gì làm bạn tổn thương?
" Hạnh phúc ảo" =) wá chuẩn :>
SHong rùi X_X fack fack X_X
kô ai dính tag =)
Thánh thiện mà :-"
Bye bye, cm and fave \m/
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Don't move, don't talk out of time, don't think, don't worry
Everything's just fine, just fine
Don't grab, don't clutch, don't hope for too much
Don't breathe, don't achieve, or grieve without leave
Don't check, just balance on the fence
Don't answer, don't ask, don't try and make sense
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Don't cheat, compete, don't miss the one beat
Don't travel by train, don't eat, don't spill
Don't piss in the drain, don't make a will
Don't fill out any forms, don't compensate
Don't cower, don't crawl, don't come around late
Don't hover at the gate, don't take it on board
Don't fall on your sword, just play another chord
If you feel you're getting bored, I feel numb, I feel numb
Too much is not enough, I feel numb
Don't change your brand Gimme what you got
Don't listen to the band, don't gape Gimme what I don't get
Don't ape, don't change your shape Gimme some more
Have another grape, too much is not enough
I feel numb, I feel numb
Gimme some more, a piece of me, baby, I feel numb
Don't plead, don't bridle, don't shackle
Don't grind Gimme some more, don't curve
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Lie, die, serve Gimme some more
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Gimme what I don't get, gimme what you got
Too much is not enough, don't spy I feel numb
Don't lie, don't try, imply, detain, explain
Start again I feel numb, I feel numb
Don't triumph, don't coax, don't cling
Don't hoax, don't freak, peak
Don't leak, don't speak I feel numb, I feel numb
Don't project, don't connect, protect
Don't expect, suggest, I feel numb
Don't struggle, don't jerk, don't collar
Don't work, don't wish, don't fish
Don't teach, don't reach, I feel numb
Don't borrow Too much is not enough
Don't break I feel numb
Don't fence, don't steal, don't pass
Don't press, don't try, don't feel
Gimme some more, don't touch I feel numb
Don't dive, don't suffer, don't rhyme
Don't fantasize, don't rise, don't lie, I feel numb
Don't project, don't connect, protect I feel numb
Don't expect, suggest
I feel numb
1 ngày ở nhà tự kỷ là ntn đây mng` ạh :D k b' đẹp đẽ ở đâu màh lúc chụp hình xong thì ngồi bôi mắt điên cuồng =)) xong mặt mình sau đấy thì tả tơi k "tả" dc =))
2012 r` đú 1 tí :)) sau này còn thành quả để đời cho con cháu :D
mng` đừng ném đá nh` nhé :D post chơi thoaiii!
• mng` có điểm thi roài hết nhỉ?? =))
• có ai lại nghiện Thu Cuối của Yanbi w' Mr.T rồ dở như mình k 0.0?? 0.0 mình thì từ lâu đã k đam mê V-Pop nhưng màh bài đấy là chuẩn của đỉnh quá ý 0.0
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sắp Tết roài mng` có định đi chơi đâu hem?? ;;) Tết ai lớn hơn mình là phải lì xì cho mình đó =))
ăn Tết vui vẻ mng` nhé :D
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BITCH có nghĩa là ích kỷ - lăng loàn - lêu lổng - đua đòi - giả tạo - hai mặt - xấu tính - ganh đua - hèn nhát :) và bạn là 1 con BITCH vì bạn có tất cả các tố chất đó :)
bạn có thể nói mình chả có lý do jie để nói bạn là bxtch này nọ nhưng màh bạn ơi, có cái thứ con ng` bt nào màh lại đi thik thằng này, xong nhớ nhung bạn trai ng` khác, xong lại ve vãn ng` thik bạn mình? =)) bạn muốn là tâm điểm của tg hay jie mình k cần b', nhưng mình dị ứng cái cách bạn "giả vờ" ngây thơ vô tội trc' mặt trai nhưng màh đấy thì lại chả phải bản chất thật của bạn :)) bạn bè thì bạn bè chứ bạn nghĩ mình bỏ qua dc cho bạn s :)) có cái thứ bạn jie màh cả bạn thân của mình cũng k tha chứ?
bạn ích kỷ vừa th. đồng ý là chả có ai m' ng` khác hơn mình hết, nhưng bạn có cần dùng nh~ thủ đoạn bỉ ổi đến nt để có dc nh~ jie bạn mong muốn k?
bạn có tự hào về bản thân bạn ý, thì đi màh tạo style riêng. ngồi đấy đến cái tên cũng bắt chước ng` khác thì bạn khác jie con kí sinh trùng suốt ngày bám đuôi ng` khác bắt chước hết từ cái này đến cái nọ? tên ngta, hành động của ngta, đồ dùng riêng tư của ngta bạn mang ra khoe cho cả thiên hạ là style của bạn xong đến lúc mình moi ra ý thì nhận dc 1 câu đơn giản "ủa mua giống * àh?" =))
FUCK YOU BIATCH!
mình đơn giản k m' kiếm chuyện vì đằng nào cũng là bạn bè. nhưng bạn nghĩ bạn có tư cách quái jie để tò mò tọc mạch + nói sau lưng ng` khác trong khi bạn còn học đòi = ngta? bạn copy bắt chước đủ điều mình nói jie bạn hử? =)) thậm chí là thấy bạn đến cái tên cũng bắt chước dc mình thì mình k b' bố mẹ bạn sinh ra cho bạn cái đầu cái não để cho vui chắc =)) khi nào màh bạn có REAL SWAG ấy, thì quay lại màh nc w' mình chứ đừng chơi cái kiểu suốt ngày móc ngoáy + copy ng` khác nt.
là bạn bè mình cũng chả m' nói nh`, nhé :) bạn màh có thik * thì mình cho bạn đấy, vì đằng nào mình cũng k thik ng` đó màh =) thế nhưng màh bạn ơi còn cái ng` bạn suốt ngày "ck ơi ck àh" thì sao bạn? bh bạn định bỏ ng` đấy xong r` đi nhớ nhung bạn trai ng` khác r` để stt yahoo hay là ve vãn ng` thik mình đây?
mình thật là ngu ngốc khi bảo vệ bạn trong khi mình thì lại nhận dc từ bạn toàn nh~ thứ FACK SHIT nhức đầu loạn óc :)) có nói thế chứ nói nữa thì chưa chắc cái não chậm của bạn tiếp thu dc hả?
bạn thik sinh ra và lớn lên để ng` khác cười vào mặt bố mẹ k b' dạy con gái để nó hư hỏng àh?
WHAT DO YOU GET FROM BEING SUCH A BXTCH?!?
Plakat / fack ju Friedhelm
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Tobias Reyes makes his way slowly, but surly, toward the door of the small pub. The blond was probably a bit over-dressed for the particular establishment, but he preferred the laid-back atmosphere the pub provided. After a while, the coffee shops and diners on the northern side of town just ceased to peek the man's amusement. With an all-too-casual stride, the blond would make his way through the doors and into the pub; his blue eyes scanning the patrons inside before making his way toward the bar. "Whatever you've got on tap would be fine." He'd mutter to the bartender before turning around and leaning back against the bar. His gaze turning from person to person before finally resting on the woman seated on one of the tables and the man standing beside her, though his gaze would occasionally turn toward the door so as not to draw too much attention from the pair as he waited for his drink.
Maggie's arm automatically raised her thick leather case to her shoulder, it was natural reaction for her higher up clients to want to be hidden from view, but so hastly without prior notification. Maggie knew Eden had gone and done something blusteringly stupid. Her body swayed her step towards the back of the pub, her body staying wide, hands at her hips she leaned in and spoke in a hush tone, "You better have a fucking good reason to have me out at this hour. What the hell is going on..." she demanded, her voice harsh and full of irritation.
Gypsy Queller rolled her mismatched hues at the man's words. It was flattering, really, to know that even with her face in the present state it was, broken nose, a deep gash through her bottom lip, and a scabbing bruise where her hairline met her forehead--guys would still remain relentlessly devoted to grabbing her attention. She flashed her obvious wounds towards the man as she grinned wide and toothy, seeping with irony to expose her chipped front tooth. "Th' fack gave ye' that idea?" she mumbled behind her cigarette, it bouncing on her bottom lip with each syllable. She inhaled, let the smoke penetrate her lungs, then blew it out the side of her mouth before taking another swig of the beer. Her gaze was fixed forward, unamused. It was then that her gaze met the man's stare from across the bar. She drew in a sharp breath as she mindlessly looked him down.
Riddick Republic jumped out of the cruiser and locked it shut. He had his headset...his radio...and his bulletproof vest on. He took out his gun as he moved into the pub and pressed his finger to his lips signaling the people inside to keep quite as he showed his badge to those that were inside. The woman was no where to be seen. He saw gypsy and smirked inwardly for a moment. He wanted to make some sort of smartass comment but really wasn't in the position to waste any time. He began to slowly move towards the back area of the bar. "This is the PPD," he called out "Anyone in the back room come out with your hands in the air." he said as he pointed the gun at the corner. Vlad was very well trained in combat with weapons. He was, after all, an ex ranger. He held his gun steady as he called agian "This is the PPD. Come out with your hands up!" He then remembred that there was a door in that room that would lead to the outside "Fuck." he muttered under his breath as he began to move towards the corner...A lamp shined light from inside and he saw no shadows. "Fucking-A." he growled as he then ran through the empty room and saw the door opened, he then took off chasing in the theoretical direction of the suspect
Syd Gloom smiles and raises a hand, the universal 'I give up' sign without looking at her again. He wasn't coming on to her or anything, he just felt she could use a cold one. He would get away from her, discreetly, as he shiflted is weight from one foot to the other. He didn't startle when the cop comes in all commando, and grins to himself with a slight shake of his head, chugging some more beer.
Tobias Reyes frowned at the pair as he noticed the cigarettes in their possession. Damn it, why was it whenever the blond saw someone smoking it simply raised his urge to do the same? As he turned his attention away from the two figures on the other side of the bar, the blond would reach into one of the front pockets in his slacks, producing a hard-pack of menthol cigarettes just as a member of the PPD came flying through the front door of the pub; flashing his badge for the world to see. As he ran through the building and out the back door, Tobias would shake his head from side to side, chuckling silently to himself as he pulls a cigarette from the pack and places it neatly between his lips. "They sure keep this city entertaining." He'd mutter, placing the pack back in his pocket before producing a small light-blue lighter from the same bit of fabric.
Gypsy Queller took mental note of the officer as he entered the pub, she too wanting to say something smartass in his general direction for the shit the police department had put her through over the past three days, but she soon realized there was no need‚ he did a perfectly wonderful job of making an ass out of himself. "Fackin' rookie." she mumble through another snort of laughter, shaking her head. She wagged her fingers in a half-assed wave, knowing he'd never see it, as he ran back out the door. And like nothing had happened, her attention was drawn back to the situation at hand. Gypsy offered a nod, a wink, a smirk, and held up her bottle as a silent cheers before downing the rest of it, watching him back away from her. That was the usual chain of events. Men thought her hot enough to approach, but it was always after a certain number of feet or number of words spoken that they are instantly scared off. She was absolutely used to it and completely okay with it. Her attention was drawn back to the blonde at the opposite end of the bar, hopping down with a grunt and approaching him as he spoke. She laughed under her breath as she slid in next to him, leaning over the bar. "Aye, eh fackin' riot." her cynicism sang through her words before she pounded her palm on the counter to get the bartender's attention. "Aye. Jameson. Straight. Cheers, doll." She ended with another wink and took another drag of her cigarette.
Syd Gloom downed the rest of his beer and laid the bottle on a nearby table, stretching his back and motioning his bad shoulder for some, the pain was momentarily gone. He took a last glance at the gal, still making up his mind about what to think of her as he shakes his head, puffing his cig as he makes for the door.
Tobias Reyes pressed a button on the top of the lighter and, after a couple failed attempts, a flame would finally rise up from the small electronic device. He'd light the cigarette held tightly between his lips before turning around to face the front of the bar. "It's funny, huh?" The blond would say before inhaling on the cigarette, his thought-process paused as he attempted to get the stick of tobacco, nicotine and countless other chemicals that were probably killing his lungs to remain light. "The police in this city tend to cause more riots among the citizens than prevent them." He'd pause, leaning forward as he takes another drag off the cigarette. His head instinctively turning toward the door as he hears the man behind them head toward the door. "It looks like your friend there is leaving you." The blond would mutter.
Syd Gloom took in the night air in a deep breath, as if to try and catch a scent. He tosses the finnished cigarrete over the curb and makes his way into the night.
Gypsy Queller glanced over her shoulder as the Blonde addressed her directly. Strict brow arching upward, she darted her mismatched hues to the back of Mustache as he headed out the door. She smirked to herself and looked back to the bartender as he prepared her drink. It was slid towards her and she took it with the greatest of ease, dropping a five dollar bill on the counter. She fully intended on taking a hefty swig before she even comment back to the Blonde. She felt the liquor burn as it went down her throat and she loved every second of it. She ended her swig with a sigh of content and dropped the half-empty glass onto the counter, shaking her head. "I haven't th' slightest fackin' idea who tha' was." she mumbled through a laugh.
Tobias Reyes chuckled half-heartedly as a pint-glass of some unnamed draft beer was placed in front of him, the cigarette tucked between his lips dipping toward the floor as he chuckles at the woman's response. "Well, I guess that's the appeal of a pup." The blond would say as he reaches out a hand to pull the glass in his direction; though he wouldn't make any attempt to drink the draft yet. He'd simply take another sharp drag on the cigarette, quietly watching it burn between his lips as the tingle of menthol passes over his tongue. As he inhales on the cigarette, the blond would turn his gaze back toward the woman, exhaling the smoke gathered in his lungs before continuing the bit of bar-talk conversation the two were engaged in. "So--what the hell happened to you?" He'd ask, the question a bit blunt but the blond was inquisitive, to say the least.
Gypsy Queller glanced over at him and managed to offer the first sincere smirk of the evening. "Fell down th' stairs," she laughed at her own sarcasm before finally shaking her head and looking down at the bar top. A rough index finger extended to point to each wound as she would then explain it. "Knife sliced through me lip, eh' fist te' me nose‚ an' apparently‚" She turned her full attention towards him for the last one, a shiteating grin curled along her lips as she pointed to the scabbing bruise on her forehead, "I rammed me own head into eh brick wall last night." She snorted out a laugh, amused, but only because she remembered perfectly well ramming the jail cell wall. She took another harsh swig of her Jameson, wincing as it went down before finally saying in sarcasm, but not really, "Ye' should see th' other guy." That grin returned with pleasure.
Tobias Reyes watches the woman in silence as she points out each of the wounds on her face; the only movement he would make as he listened to her was a simple drag from his cigarette. When she'd finished, he'd pull the half-burnt stick of tobacco from his lips and lace it between his right index and middle fingers. "The other guy?" He'd ask as the blond ashed his cigarette on the bar-top. "You're telling me a scrawny thing like you got the shit beaten out of you by a guy?" He'd shake his head before turning toward the pint-glass stationed in front of him. "Hope the bastard at least got what was coming to him." The blond would mutter as he dropped the cigarette into the glass; immediately dousing the flames as the stick of tobacco touched the liquid inside.
Gypsy Queller offered a smirk of cynicism as she shook her head. "Aye. He got wha' he deserved from me, but not nearly enough." Just thinking of her old friend, Zacch and the shit he pulled at the jail made her skin crawl. Granted, they both thought the other had been dead, and the psychotic pikey's idea of a reunion always had to involve blood, but that was why she and Zacch were always going to be friends... he was almost as fucked up in the head as she was. They just happened to do so in public‚ and got caught. "Th' arsehole sold me out at th' station yesterday. Told his fackin' lawyer tha' I attacked him, he was th' victim in all this, an' he got early parole." She took another sip of her drink, her mind obviously not at the bar anymore. Finally she shrugged. "But wha' th' fack eveh. Wha' can ye' do."
Tobias Reyes stares at his cigarette as it floats on top of the full glass of beer. He didn't dare look up, he could just picture the expression of disgust on the bar-tenders face, so he'd simply keep his gaze locked on the bit of burnt paper as he listened to the woman describe the happenings of the prior day. When she'd finished, a small smirk would pass over the blonds lips though his gaze wouldn't move from the glass placed in front of him. "You could get yourself a fuckin' lawyer." The blond would say, the amusement in his voice would sound quite obviously as he spoke. "That's what they're in this city for, am I wrong? You toss a little something their way and they lie and cheat your way out of jail." The blond's lips would curl upward at either end as he turned his head to look in the other woman's direction. "You've just got to one-up him."
Gypsy Queller smirked, shaking her head again. "Aye. One up 'em. Lawyers." she sighed heavily before finally finishing her drink. Dropping the glass down on the counter, she finally glanced back up at the Blonde. "'m in th' process o' tellin' me story t' The Post. I mean hell, he's an established fackin' Doctor in this city, but not for long." that grin of deviousness appeared. "Shite, I'm still tryin' te' get used to this whole 'fight yer' wars through politics an' not yer' fists' shite. That's not how I operate. Ye' fack with me, I fack yer' shite up. Bottom line." She scoffed under her breath, shaking her head. "don't know th' first fackin' thing 'bout lawyers." She allowed a small moment of silence to pass as she stared off into space before finally shooting her gaze back to the Blonde, a fake grin curled on her lips, and a slap to his arm was offered, "But like I said‚ wha' th' fack can ye' do 'bout it. Thanks for th' chatter." she turned on her heel and headed towards the door in more of an aimless wander than having a destination.
Tobias Reyes turns his head back toward the counter-top when the woman slapped his arm and he wouldn't say anything in reply as she got up from the bar and started to make her way toward the door. When she was a good couple of steps away, the blond would finally speak. Raising his voice so it was loud enough to fill the entire bar. "You don't need to know a thing about lawyers miss." The blond would say as he pushed himself away from the counter, turning in her direction. "Because you're going to let me worry about all of that for you." The blond would reach into his right pocket, producing a moderately-sized silver money clip and, with his left hand, he'd pull a small business card from the clips grasp; holding it out toward the woman. "My name's Tobias Reyes Nakajima, Esq. and I want to represent you. Hell, I want to put the bastard back behind bars if you'll let me." The blond would smirk as he takes a step in the woman's direction.
This was certainly the last thing Gypsy had expected as she was about to leave the bar. Hell, if she would have known he was a lawyer, maybe she wouldn't have said half the shit she had. It was too late now she mused and released the worry into the air like a grain of sand. "Woah, woah, wait, what?" she asked, shaking her head for a moment. She took the card from him, not realizing his height differing from hers until they were now much closer than before. She tilted her head back to look up at him, wondering for a moment if he was absolute bullshit or not. She looked back down at the card. It looked legit. She looked back up at him. Well, not so legit, but she was never one to judge off of appearances. She had no place. Her gashed bottom lip was pulled in to be nibbled on for a moment as she stared into his eyes, as if silently deciding to do this to one of her closest friends or not. But if he had the audacity to sell her out back at the cell, this was simply her chance at saying 'checkmate.' This was how they always played. Gypsy finally released a reluctant nod up towards the man. "Gypsy Queller Cinneide. I look forward te' playin' with ye's." Chapped lips curled on one side of her face into that signature smirk.
Tobias Reyes nods his head as the smirk on his own lips turns to a full-on grin. The blond had gotten slack before for his casual appearance and his some-what street-turned look, but seeing potential clients surprise when they found out he was a lawyer never got old; even if his peers didn't appreciate this little quirk of his. "Give me a call when you get a chance." The blond would say, nodding his head once more in the woman's direction. "The number on the card goes straight to my personal line. No need to screw around with the firm that way." He'd turn on his heels and take a step back toward the bar, allowing a moment of silence to pass before he continues. "It's sure to be a fun little game--and, with any luck, we can back the bastard into a corner and turn the playing field on him."
Gypsy Queller took a moment for her head to stop spinning in the whirlwind of luck that had just happened. Not another word was spoken as she held a personal smirk, turned for the door, and flashed the business card over her shoulder as a makeshift wave to the man. Indeed, this could get interesting... just so long as she was able to stay out of trouble long enough to make it work... "You don't even bother to tell that asshat about lil' old me?" Orly's voice cackled up inbetween Gypsy's ears. Gypsy released a sigh as she turned the corner. "Sorry, Orly... I'm sure he'll find out 'bout ye's soon' 'nough..." she shot back outloud, knowing full well it appeared as if she were talking to herself. Her heavy boots thudded against the pavement as she continued on into the night's brisk air.
Tobias Reyes didn't pay any mind to the woman as she left, and her spoken words would go completely unnoticed. He'd simply pull a twenty-dollar bill from the money clip in his hand and seat himself at the bar, nodding to the bar-tender as he pulled his pack of cigarettes and lighter out of his left pocket once more. "Can I get another draft?" The blond would ask as he places yet another cigarette between his lips, lighting the end of it as a grin passes over his lips. The blond was pleased with himself, to say the least. Another prospective client to add to the list.