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Koopa Stomp: Taladis vs Tank by BlizzardVeers

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Taladis stood waiting as the surroundings of the Pit became like a second-skin to him. The dark cat reached up and touched the tip of his nose as he growled. The cold green eyes drifting to the water momentarily, before he looked up at Tank. He raised his left hand up - with his right hand back closer to his body. His right foot on the backstep, and his left foot at the front-step. Tal started to move towards Tank, keeping his distance and starting to circle the man. The dull expression of the cat telling no story at all.

Tank looked around the pit at the crowd and frowned. There was something strangely familiar about this setting, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. It didn't matter much anyway, his attention was quickly shifted back to the black cat as he waited for the fight to begin. When he saw Tal take up a combative stance, he did too, though he purposely left himself open to a strike to his face hoping to bait him in for a counter blow. He circled in the same direction, keeping a little distance between them. His mind filtered out the background noise as he focused intently on the fight at hand.

Taladis had been moving to keep Tank at a distance, or at least keep him within his striking range. By Tank circling with him in the direction he was moving, Tal's power was in the proper place. Almost immediately, the dark cat moved forward on his left foot and twisted his hip as he jerked a rightlow kick shin first towards Tank's upper left thigh. Tal's hands held high as he threw the kick, and whether or not he landed - he would leap back and immediately started circling Tank again.

Tank had left himself open for a facial strike not a leg strike, so he wasn't quite expecting that. He tried to shift a bit to ease some of the pressure of the blow, but it still landed with a fairly solid hit and causing him to stumble back a few steps. Kicking. He hated kickers. It was going to be tricky getting past his long reach, but he took up circling again if there wasn't a follow up strike. His focus was now watching the legs for sign of the next attack as he tried to slowly and subtly bring himself in closer with each step to the side.

Taladis hadn't followed up at all after the initial strike. Taladis simply growled, as he let his hands drift slightly. He'd opened himself up just a bit, as he continued to move towards Tank's left - Tal's right. He walked in the water with a splashing sound, it didn't seem to bother his movement too much. Though, he'd thrown no strikes in this moment, seemingly just waiting for Tank to come in.

Tank had come in just outside of reach for his arms to strike, and in the final moment he would close that gap with a quick step forward as he swung his right fist carelessly for the side of Tal's head, however it was intentionally careless to throw him off defending the real strike that was coming in with his left hand aimed right for the sternum. If his right hand hit, the blow would be mostly superficial, a jarring knock but nothing more serious than a slap to the face would give. However, the stealth strike would all depend on what Tal had in mind for a counter to the initial.

Taladis was watching Tank's movements very carefully as he continued to circle. When Tank had jerked to the side with that right hand, Tal fully expected a bolo punch. His hands moved up quickly as he deflected the strike, but as he moved back from the bolo punch he had already started to shift his hips to throw a left low kick. He was caught halfway through the swing and Tank's basic uppercut into his sternum had nearly put Tal down right there. A loud gasp came from the black cat, as he moved backwards away from Tank - and out of the man's punching range. Tal was visibly winded from the punch, though his standing guard was still full, as far as bystanders could tell.

Tank was pleased as his little plan worked, though as Tal stumbled out of range it thwarted any attempts at a follow up strike. He just grinned to himself now mostly as he studied his victim lining up his next strike. He wasn't about to let the cat catch his breath before he tried to make a move, so coming in again for another quick strike he swung out with his left hand first this time, but unlike the last there was no follow up. This one seemed more aimed, more intent on landing the hit than the previous, and it was aimed right for Tal's temple. If he missed it would certainly throw his own balance off quite a bit as he had put his weight behind the blow.

Taladis had immediately moved back when Tank had come at him. The scene was an odd one, with Taladis backing up with his hands up - but not quite and Tank swinging wild. Tal's guard had taken the strike, and after the strike had been thrown - Tal push back off of Tank with his own body. Immediately after he jerked his body, his hips twisting entirely as his left leg shot up. His knee bent and then twisted, as he threw the head kick well - shin first at the side of Tank's head.

Tank had too much confidence for his own good and that would likely be his downfall. Underestimating his opponent's ability to recover and defend, his strike was easily deflected and as he was shoved back before he knew what was happening he heard a loud crack in his head and the next thing he knew he was staring at the ground with a loud ringing in his ears. He was still on his feet stumbling backwards, but doubled over from the force of the blow. He could feel blood running down the side of his face where the heel of Tal's boot had managed to cut in. "Kickers... I fuckin' hate kickers..." he muttered to himself.

Taladis had landed flush, but it was his left leg, not the right. For that, Tank might find himself lucky, as that right high kick had put out Rek. Tal pulled his left leg down as soon as possible, his left hand shooting out as he jabbed at Tank. If he'd made the man back up, Tal would chase him like he had chased Tal, backing him up with jabs and finishing up the combination with a right straight. Which if he missed, would end with Tal a little more than open, even if he'd landed. Had Tal not managed to back him up, he'd jerk to his left and throw a right handed bolo punch, as if to say to Tank - 'This is how you do it.'

Tank had stayed doubled over instead of straightening up quickly which left him in the pefect position to counter the incoming strikes. As Tal came forward so did he, charging forward with an angry yell and trying to tackle him with a shoulder to the midsection. Success or not in taking Tal off his feet, it would result in the blow missing his head and nailing him right in the shoulder blade which was fairly painful in and of itself. Being locked in his tackle move he had no time to react to such a blow though. It was either take him down or lift him over his head and bodyslam him while getting wailed on.

Taladis had started the combination of jabs, though it didn't pan out quite like he'd hoped it would. The dark cat let out another gasp of air, as he was nailed in the stomach by the tackle. Taladis hadn't been on the backstep, but the front step - and that left him in perfect position to get nailed. The dark cat was lifted up into the air - and let out a surprised grunt, no one had ever taken him off his feet before. Almost immediately after, the water crashed, as Tank came down hard ontop of Taladis - the dark cat letting out a another gasp. He hadn't had time to defend himself after hitting the ground, and was almost completely prone underneath of Tank, his body not quite working at the moment.

Tank was quick to follow up with his tackle, knowing he had the advantage now being in a close range grapple with the cat, that was unless he was as good with his fists as he was with his feet. He was quick to scramble over and try to straddle Tal so he could bring his fist down in a hard, straight down slam of knuckle to face. "I fuckin' hate kickers!" he'd shout at him if he got the chance to strike.

Taladis was still at the moment taken aback at being slammed into the ground, after being picked up. He'd been taken completely off surprise after all. The dark cat had managed to regain composure enough to wrap his l- nope. Tal's legs slipped as Tank took the mount. The only thing Tal managed to do was buck up with his legs, and try to force Tank up. That immediately stopped as Tank landed a solid shot to his jaw. He grunted unpleasantly, and brought his arms up quickly to defend anymore oncoming strikes. He was in a completely unadvantageous situation with Tank sitting on his chest, in prime position to punch, elbow, or headbutt him into oblivion.

Tank disregarded the arms coming up, he was pissed and he had meant what he said. He plain and simple, hated kickers, and now he was raining down blows trying to sneak some around the defensive position Tal had taken up. Swinging for whatever open spots he could find as he used his weight to do his best to try and keep him pinned beneath him. He was hoping that under the assault Tal would break his defense and he could get a good hit in or two, but the man was clearly a well trained fighter so the odds of him doing so were slim.

Taladis was clearly breathing heavily at this point, as he bobbed and weaved underneath of Tank the best that he could - moving away from the strikes that Tank was throwing out. Tal's hips bucked suddenly, as he tried to force Tank off of him. But nothing helped. The dark cat grunted in annoyance, as he opened his guard and took a big right hand that smacked him across the jaw with a loud pop. Tal wasn't completely helpless as he grabbed onto Tank's wrists immediately after two more punches landed - holding him as tightly as he could - trying to pull the man down against him.

Tank struggled once his wrists were caught hold of and put an end to his assault on Tal's defense. He growled frustrated as he tried his best to break the hold, and resist being pulled down. But after a moment he used Tal's attempts to bring him in close to his advantage, and hooked his arm tucking his hands in close to his chest, and twisted his upper half, trying to bring his elbow down like a knife aimed right for the mans mouth. His hope was to use his weight to cause some serious damage, maybe even knock out a tooth or two if the blow landed solid enough. Given Tal still had hold of his wrists, he had to work with what he could.

Taladis growled lowly as he took the elbow right to his mouth. The noise that was made as Tal's skin seemingly slip was very low, and sickly to anyone with enhanced hearing. Blood immediately began pouring from the long wound as Taladis continued to buck his hips. He snarled loudly, as he finally managed to position his legs wrapping them around Tank's waist - breaking the man's control over him finally. Body control was a wonderful thing when it worked in your favor. Tal continued to struggle as Tank still had the top position, but Tal still had a-hold of his wrists.

Tank had twisted back now to face Tal on the ground infront of him, but as Tal's legs wrapped around him he knew he was in trouble. Damn cat and his damn legs! Muttering something about kickers again, he tried for a quick strike with his head. Given the proximity unless Tal had already started to pull him away, he'd try to slam his forehead right into Tal's nose, he knew it was the weakest point on his face and the pain would daze the man quite a bit if he succeeded. Granted the blow with his own head would jar him a bit himself. Especially after the kick he'd already suffered.

Taladis' head immediately snapped back and hit the concrete. He was a little jarred himself. The loud thud of the Hound's head against his had been more than enough to cause Tal's ears to fall back against his head. He let out a low growl, as his blood continued to drain down off the side of his face and into the water. The dark cat's legs slipped back and moved to Tank's hips in a practiced manner. Almost as quickly, he had already pulled back on Tank's wrists and soon extended his legs kicking forward to kick Tank off of him. If he'd managed to get distance, almost immediately Tal would throw two feet at Tank's head - before standing up. If he hadn't managed to get away? He was probably in the shit.

Tank was rearing back to deliver a follow-up headbutt, and a rather nasty one at that, but his attempt had only left him open for Tal to throw him off as he'd planned. Caught off guard by the sudden movement, he quickly found himself at odds with the cat, and before he even had a chance to react to having his cushy seat stolen away, he felt a resounding kick slam into the side of his head. It threw him back a bit more, knocking him over into the water quite stunned. Reflexively he struggled to try and get back to his feet despite the odd way in which the room seemed to be spinning now.

Taladis had immediately jumped to his feet, as his heart raced and his chest was heaving. It was now obvious that Taladis' forehead where Muromachi had elbowed him before was split open again. Blood literally masking his face as it had in that fight, the large cut in his lower lip from the elbow from before a souveneir from this one. Tal was now on his feet while Tank was not on his. Not one to waste an opportunity, Tal immediately shot forward - stepping onto his left forefoot and throwing a soccer kick at Tank's head. Even if that had missed, Tal spun around and leapt into the air. One of the few times, the cat would leave his feet, aiming a stomp right for the top of Tank's head - face - or the back of his head. Whatever he could hit.

Tank had managed to get one knee under him but he hadn't gained much footing when the first kick came in and knocked him face down into the water. The cold shock of the water on his face was likely the only thing that was keeping him conscious after that. He moved to get his hands underneath him and lift himself up, still struggling to fight despite the fact that the two blows had pretty much put him out of commission. When the second blow came crashing down, that was it for him. Everything went dark as his face smashed back into the muck from the nasty blow and collided with pavement in the shallow depths. He lay still, not moving a muscle.

Taladis connected flush with the soccer kick, and the stomp both. Loud noises following both connections. The dark cat immediately pulled himself away from Tank, as he backed up looking down at the hound. He reached up and wiped the crimson mask from his face, only to have it replaced a moment later. Tal looked up towards Dmitry and growled in that low tone, "Knock out. Flying stomp." He said, then glanced back down towards Tank, "Medic."

Dmitry Luminos balls his hands into fists and jumps up to his feet. "THAT'S IT!" it shouts, with as much relief as finality. "3 and 0 undefeated....your winner by knockout, TAL!" He adds a whole lot more in his mind, but that's enough for the crowd. "Medic!!" he repeats.

Chisaki Nakajima growls harder still as Dmi calls out loudly..she'd narrow her eyes at him...waiting for her son to man up and get his as over to her.

Aranea Cullen: Janus... Randulf... would rise slowly seeing Tank sank into the muck. At the cry of medic. He would instantly move towards Tank, through the muck.

Amiya Viper stoic expression was quite passive as she watched the final blow to Tank. Head cocked a bit as dark eyes peered down on his form barely visible really as it would likely be slumped int he murky sludge.. not condusive to breathing for sure. Long muscular tail lashed behind her as good left hand flexed, and once Medic was shouted she moved for the edge but at seeing Randulf move ins he halted. Waiting on the walk above she simply crouched down along the edge and watched... the man had his pet and his medic.. there was little reasonf or her to go leaping down into the sludge.

Kayleigh Jigsaw clenched her jaw. A shuddering breath, she hadn't realized she'd been holding, had escaped her. Blue eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to make him get up. "Get up, goddamnit." It had been said through clenched teeth to keep her voice from cracking. She shook her head slightly as the fight was called. "Please just live. If he killed him..." She let it trail off. She just hoped Tank hadn't gotten himself killed.

Sapphira Laval jumped down into the water straight for Tal then.... she raised a fist and would throw her shoulder into a full blown punch to his chin - left to right. Phone clenched in her hand only added to the fist "Learn some patience."

Little Ming wasn't going anywhere, though he could likely be easily revived after the blow, he was likely to be fairly out of it even if he was roused to consciousness. It was quite possible he had a concussion, and possibly even a fracture at the back of his skull where the boot had hit.

Aranea Cullen: He would bow his body down slowly to retrieve his Canis from the water. Moving to cradle the man, being careful of the spikes on his gauntlets.

Taladis Tower stood there for the next few moments, still bleeding. He reached up and tapped at the tip of his nose, as he turned his body and reached for his cigars. The splashing of the water hadn't phased him, and when he turned back - he got clocked right cross the jaw by Sa. The already bloodied cat hadn't seen the punch coming, and they say - the punches you don't seem coming.. Tal's body went limp for a moment as he hit the water after Sa connected completely flush. He caught himself in the water a moment later, but he was clearly dazed by the power of the woman. Must be the ass.

Young Woman Measuring Herself On White by Chris Nuzzaco

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Murder Site Of Eddie O'Hare by Stephen Hogan

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Eddie O'Hare was the man who took down Al Capone, not Eliot Ness.

An attorney, "Fast Eddie" worked with Capone on business and legal matters starting in 1927. By 1930 O'Hare decided to turn state's evidence against Capone. He pointed the IRS to Capone's accountant who testified against him in 1931. Al Capone went to prison in 1933 for tax evasion.

On November 8, 1939, O'Hare was driving east on Ogden Avenue when a car pulled up beside his at Rockwell Street, pictured here. Inside were two thugs with shotguns. He tried to pull away when they unloaded big-game slugs into him, killing him instantly and causing him to crash into a post in the midsection (the island in the middle of this picture.) The crime remains unsolved to this day.

O'Hare International Airport is named after Eddie's son, Butch O'Hare. Butch was a war hero, a Medal of Honor recipient and the US Navy's first ace.

Located at 2601 W. Ogden Ave.

Bloody Apologies (6-28-9) #9 by Litany O'Characters

Jaina Lefevre is pacing back and forth, restless and fidgetty.

Rai Pawpad licks the cheeseburger grease off his fingers. "They took my pack, the ratbastards. Coulda left us my cards at least."

Jaina Lefevre nods. 'Yeah. Or something. Or my reader. I could read to ya or something."

Rai Pawpad nods. "You don't remember any stories? I do, but I get them confused sometimes."

Jaina Lefevre shrugs. "I remember some. But mostly I remember weapons specs and stuff. That's what I read a lot of."

Rai Pawpad: "That's gonna come in handy when we take over."

Jaina Lefevre goes and hangs on the mesh, kicking it with the side of her foot. "I'm BOOOOORRRed. I wanna get out."

Rai Pawpad watches her, having gone through the kicking stage a while ago. Now he's back in /me watches her, having gone beyond the kicking stage a while ago. He's settled into dread. "Me too. I tried to tunnel while you where sleepin, but all I did was break a claw. We need a tool."

Jaina Lefevre twines her fingers in the mesh and hangs from it. "We ain't got one. We ain't even got shoes."

Rai Pawpad looks at his feet, then pulls them up under him, his fingers curled around his toes. 'I don't want to be a mutant. Specially not a droolin one." He's quiet, almost talking to himself.

Jaina Lefevre looks over at him. "You won't be. They test stuff. I read about it. I don't wanna think about it though. It's bad."

Rai Pawpad: "Uh-huh." He doesn't want to think about it either, but his imagination's not cooperating. He hums a little to distract himself, rocking slightly. "Thinkin about other things now."

Jaina Lefevre looks over at him. "Like what? Like how mad Kimi is? or how mad Nellie's gonna be at me for gettin' you caught again?"

Rai Pawpad blinks. "No I wasn't thinkin about that. I was thinkin about the King, and the armor I'm gonna have someday. " He looks at her. "The Cohort's not gonna be mad at you, wasn't your fault."

Jaina Lefevre snorts a little. "Yeah, she is. She's mad at me about lotsa stuff."

Rai Pawpad: "She is?" He's surprised. "What, does she yell at you? She shouldn't, I'll tell her to stop."

Jaina Lefevre shakes her head. "She don't yell. She just gets mad. She was mad when I was friends with the Slingshot man and she was mad when I wasn't. She was mad 'cause I said you was special and it's just dumb. She's bossy too much."

Jaina Lefevre hugs her knees. "I bet my Moms are worried good now. And Sister D. How come it's taking them so long to do this?"

Tristaniel McMinnar swipes his entry card and enters. "Afternoon, campers. Remembered ye said ye were out of milk, so." He waggles a couple of individual-sized milk cartons with straws attached to the side.

Rai Pawpad bristles. "She's got no right bein mad about any of that. " He swallows. "Yeah, your moms should be lookin all over for you by now. Maybe somebody missed me, too." He doesn't sound to convinced of this last.

Jaina Lefevre looks at Rai, then at Tristan. "Tengu." she whispers to Rai and then just looks at Tristan. "Thank you." she offers coldly and hugs her knees. "Don't suppose you have a deck of cards or something?"

Rai Pawpad reaches for the milk, not one to waste supplies. "Yeah, give it here."

Tristaniel McMinnar reaches into a pocket and produces some paper and crayons. "And you wanted cards, guess O'm behind de times on what entertains kids today." A chuckle and he swipes to enter the cell. He crosses and hands the milk over. "Still cold."

Jaina Lefevre looks at Rai and then at Tristan. They could both jump him..maybe? She looks at Rai, then at Tris below them, then back at Rai.

Rai Pawpad takes the milk, and sucks it down. He catches Jai's glance, and eyes the pocket he's put the keycard in. "Yeah, cards. Jai's pretty good at poker, you wanna play?"

Tristaniel McMinnar nods. "Aye, could do." He notes their exchanged glances. "You plannin on hustlin me?"

Jaina Lefevre smiles so sweetly. "Course not." She tenses, then launches herself at Tristan's head, aiming to wrap herself around him and pull his hair and kick his wounded arm.

Tristaniel McMinnar is suddenly top-heavy by a bergen's worth in weight. Not expecting this, he crashes to the concrete floor. Thankfully, Jaina prevents the back of his head cracking off of the tiles. Something thumps into his freshly wounded arm and he screams, hot blood already staining the bandage.

Rai Pawpad dives off the bunk, his claws extended. He aims his shoulder into the man's midsection, hoping to knock him down, grappling with his claws to cling.

Jaina Lefevre sobs a breath. "Sorry! Sorry!" as she grabs his hair in her fists and lifts his head, slamming it as hard as she can against the floor.

Rai Pawpad straddles the guys waist, fumbling through his pockets, his fingers awkward with his claws out. He's looking for the keycard.

Tristaniel McMinnar makes a dull double thud as Jaina works his head. His left, good arm twists, fist balling and lashing out at the sobbing child currently doing a bang up job of tipping him towards unconciousness. His keycard is on his belt on a spring-loaded return lanyard.

Jaina Lefevre lifts his head to slam it down again, the fist catching her shoulder and knocking her to his side...onto his wounded arm. She cries out, one hand letting go of his head, the other now slapping at his eyes, her legs scrambling -on the arm-.

Rai Pawpad: His explorations have left tears in the man's shirt, but he finally finds the thing. He scambles over the prone body, the card in his hand and grabs at Jaina's arm. "Com'n, com'n! The lanyard snaps him back before he's fully clear of the man, and he growls, falling back onto the guy's chest. He grapples with the thing, a stream of mangled curse words pouring from him.

Tristaniel McMinnar roars in white-hot agony, blood running in a claret streamlet from his sodden bandage to pool on the floor. His left leg was lost to a sniper and subsequently replaced. As Rai is snapped back on the retention cord, a knee is lifted, aiming to plant the sole of a combat boot and push the attacking youngster off him. He reaches to grab Jaina anywhere. Hair, clothing, a limb, anything would to to try and yank her off him.

Jaina Lefevre screams as he grabs her hair, spinning her around as one foot aims for his head - likely under his chin. She screams "Run, Rai! RUN!"

Rai Pawpad huffs and rolls at the boot catches him in the side. He still has the card clenched tight in his hand, though, and it arrests his progress. He heaves a breath, and it hurts, hears Jaina yelling. He realizes in that moment that they aren't going anywhere unless he can get this card away. He scrambles back to the man's head, and grabs at his face, his claws aiming for the eyes. "Stop it you motherbastardsuckingrat! Stop it or I'll claw your frrishin eyes out!"

Tristaniel McMinnar liked his eyes. I mean, really. REALLY liked his eyes. With a set of razor claws suddenly blurring his vision he freezes, instantly stopping the struggle. "Awright, awright!" He says, quickly. "Take de card!" Hands out at his sides, palms stretched open, blood plipping to the concrete. His head swum from the combined pain, blood loss and mild concussion Jaina had rewarded him with.

Jaina Lefevre crawled off of him and started sobbing harder as she sees the blood. She shakes her head and grabs her arm, looking at Rai. "Let's go!" She looks at Tristan and whimpers"I'm sorry...but we don't wanna die.."

Rai Pawpad remains poised over the man's face. "Take the card, Jai. Open the door."

Tristaniel McMinnar breathes rapidly, trying to catch up on his oxygen debt and hoping his heart slows soon before it explodes in his chest. "Dere's a PIN code." He explains, voice a little muzzy. He blinks slowly.

Jaina Lefevre struggles with the card and gets to the gate, then stares at him. "What is it? What's the code?"

Rai Pawpad: "Fuck!" He almost never uses that one. "Is it gonna get us through all the doors?"

Tristaniel McMinnar groans. "Listen... listen... Oi..." He takes a slow, shaky inhale. "Oi really need ta stop me bleedin... can't... can't give ye de code if ... mmh." His head lolls slightly, puddle glistening in the overhead light.

Jaina Lefevre snarls and slaps the card into Rai's hand, moving over to tear at the shreds of Tristan's shirt and wrap his arm. She saw this done enough before, she can try it herself.

Tristaniel McMinnar was wearing a flexible-armoured vest. The cover is all torn up, sure, and could be used for a torniquet. "Torniquet... med pouch." He explains, blinking to focus.

Jaina Lefevre fumbles with the pouch and pulls it out. She looks at it a moment, then does her best to get it on his arm. "I hope I does this right." she mutters, tears on her cheeks, hands shaking.

Rai Pawpad sits back on his heels watching Jaina work. His voice is cold, though. "We don't want to kill ya. Just want to get out. Give us the codes, and we'll make sure someone knows your hurt down here. We aren't like you. We got honor."

Tristaniel McMinnar reaches to help her, slowly, with one hand, he grasps the polymer bar attached to the strap and twists it. "Like dis." Ignoring Rai's little speech.

Jaina Lefevre nods and does what's needed to stop Tristan's bleeding, then reaches up to gently pat his face with her hand. "We needs the code to get out. Please. We don't wanna die down here."

Rai Pawpad looks away, his guts all tangled. He doesn't like the blood on the floor, and this man had been decent to them. Still, "He's the enemy, Jai. He's got orders." His voice is weary. "He's not gonna tell us."

Tristaniel McMinnar blinks again. "By de time Oi give ye each door's code, we'll have been noticed." He goes as if to sit up, reaching for his medkit, blood still running in rivulets down his arm from his reopened wound. "And yeah, Oi have orders. Dey -dont- include bringing you feckin' milk or stuff to play wid. Don't include trustin' ye and bein' nice, eider. Ye wee fucks."

Jaina Lefevre backs up against the wall and looks from Tristan to Rai. "Great. We hurted him and it was for nothin. Shit." Yeah, she doesn't swear much either, but drastic times and all that.

Women boxing- mixed boxing a punch to the midsection by rquigley525

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Designer Jasmine 11 1/2'' Doll - First Look - Boxed - Full Right Side View by drj1828

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First look at the Disney Princess Designer Collection Jasmine Doll. She was released in October 2011, and I got her from eBay shortly afterwards, so It's been more than a year and a half since I got this doll. But I have not yet deboxed her, and this the first time I am doing a full photoshoot of her. I will photograph her boxed, during her deboxing, and fully deboxed.

My Designer Jasmine doll is a limited edition doll that was produced and sold exclusively by the Disney Store, and is numbered 5645 of 6000. She is based on the heroine from the Disney animated feature Aladdin (1992). She comes in an acrylic case with a built-in doll stand, with a base that has a golden filigree design, and a golden metallic nameplate. There is also a cardboard cover for the case that I have not photographed here.

She is 11 1/2'' tall, and has the same body as the other Designer Princess dolls, with jointed neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, waist, hips and knees (internal). She has rubber legs and fixed ankles, with feet angled for high heels.

She has jet black, 12'' long hair tied into a floor length pony tail. There are two golden elastic hairties in the upper and middle part of the ponytail, and the lower portion of her hair has loose curls. It is very soft and shiny. There were a few stray hairs, but I left them alone and did not comb it, as I thought her hair was neat enough as it was out of the box. She has light brown skin, and a unique face sculpt that is very pretty and movie accurate. She has large dark brown almond shaped eyes that are glancing towards her right. She has light blue-green eye shadow, and thick black eyebrows. She has rooted eyelashes, that are tapered in length from short to long, then at the ends there are very long curved antenna like lashes. She has a small straight nose, full dark purple lips in with a closed mouth smile. She has very pale red rouge on her cheeks.

Her three piece gown is made of bright blue-green satin and light blue organza. Her bodice is cropped short to reveal her midsection (including her belly button), and consists of light blue organza embedded with golden gems, draped over her upper arms, and gemmed blue-green satin lower and back sections. Her blue-green satin skirt is floor length and is figure hugging, flairing out at the bottom. It is hemmed and there is a light blue polyester lining. There is a very wide overskirt of the double layered light blue satin. I is open in front, but can be wrapped around to completely cover her inner skirt, or can be folded to reveal her inner skirt.

She is wearing light blue-green high heeled shoes, which match the color of her skirt.

Her accessories include earrings, a chain belt with pendant and Aladdin's lamp. The earrings are large golden triangles with gold colored gems. Her belt is made of fine gold chain, with a large round jeweled pendant just below her waist that gathers the strands of the chain together, the remainder of which fall almost to the floor. In her right hand is a golden lamp that is bejeweled with yellow gems. The top of the lamp is removable (it is held in place with rubber bands, which I left in place).

There were no real surprises revealed by deboxing her, although it was nice to see the full extent of her overskirt. I was also glad to take her out of her awkward head pose, which was a common problem among the Designer Princesses. One thing I didn't like was that her top was a little too short, and revealed her waist joint (that enables her to spin her upper body around 360 degrees). Tugging on her top didn't move it enough to hide the joint in the front. As a consequence, her waist joint moved very freely, and her upper body tended to turn whenever she was handled, aided by her long hair. Also her long luxurious hair is very heavy, so tends to pull her backwards slightly when she is posed on the display stand. Designer Rapunzel has a similar problem. Her very wide floor length overskirt and floor length hair make it difficult to rebox her neatly, which is a common problem with the Designer dolls with very wide floor length skirts.

Graveyard Geology of Chicago, Part 13: Detail of the Entrance Gate, Rosehill Cemetery, Edgewater Neighborhood (1864) by Raymond Wiggers

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Facing westward and looking at the midsection of the Entrance Gate's eastern side.

Anyone familiar with the Windy City's iconic Water Tower & Pumping Station will have no trouble identifying this structure's architect—William C. Boyington. That man certainly had a thing for turrets and castellation. And, of course, for Lemont-Joliet Dolostone, the Regional Silurian Dolostone (RSD) variety so widely used in the city's formative decades. Here it's present in rock-faced and regular-to-random-coursed form.

Winter is definitely the time to see this fine display of carbonate sedimentary rock at its best, when it's not partially obscured with the foliage of vines that have been permitted to establish such a substantial toehold here. Note the stone's subtly varying weathering tints that give the Lemont-Joliet and other RSD types so much warmth and character.

The topographic high on which the cemetery is located is the Rosehill (or Rose Hill) Spit, an elongated, north-south deposit of sand and gravel created by longshore currents approximately 11.5 ka ago, during the Calumet highstand of ancestral Lake Chicago.

Originally this landform was dubbed Roe's Hill, after an early property owner. But in the cemetery's charter papers it was mistakenly listed as the phonetically identical Rose Hill, which in latter days has been elided into Rosehill.

The fact that the plaque above Entrance Gate's archway uses the modern form of the name makes me think it is of relatively recent date.

To learn much more about this site and 200 others in the Windy City, make it your top personal priority to get a copy of my book Chicago in Stone and Clay, described at www.cornellpress.cornell.edu/book/9781501765063/chicago-i...

And to peruse the other photos and descriptions in this series, pay a visit to my Graveyard Geology of Chicago album.

Bloodfall: Round 4(QUIT? Y/N) by SHARPSPEED

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I felt pain. I was bleeding. I was loving every second of it. In the MMA rings, everybody was borderline bullshit. But here in this tiny-ass ring in Japan, I'm facing off against someone who's more than worth my time. Someone who can actually fight. It gives me...happiness. I'd say we've been tearing away at eachother for a good 5 minutes now. Those 5 minutes felt like 5 years. The most memorable part was when Anne got a good punch in my midsection. I've had guys twice her size hit me there in the ring, yet when she buried her fist into my abs, it was like my entire torso was just engulfed in flame. It was fucking AWESOME! My rebuttal came with a hard clothsline to her head. The force knocks her to the arena floor while I reel back in pain from that hit she gave me seconds earlier. She was down for a good 4 seconds before staggering up. She was panting, holding the side of her head from that clothsline. I was pretty tuckered out too. No other way to put it: she done beat the shit out of me. I gotta hand it to her, her determination was to die for. I've thrown some of my best hits at her. The kind I reserve for time in the armor. And yet she's back in stance, ready to keep fighting until one of us falls. Her wait was nearly over, though.

"...well Anne, you're much better than I though."

"Thanks, big guy. You ready for more?"

"Nah. We don't need that anymore. I had my fun. You should be the champ."

"W...what?"

The instant I got into Japan, the glory's been all mine. I mean, I'm a celebrity fighter in a martial arts tournament, I took on a metahuman witch, then I got superpowers and took on a superman copy.I've had my fill.It's time someone else do. So, I got out of my stance, walked to the arena edge...

Daffodil Strapless Beaded Net Satin Short Sexy Prom Dresses by jon blues

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If you're looking for a dress full of femininity and girlish charm, this is it! The strapless bodice features gathered pleats of net/tulle and silver rhinestone embellishments throughout. A coordinating waistband continues the gathered theme across the bodice to the back of the dress, adding interest to the midsection. The mini-skirt of the dress falls to mid-thigh length in dainty folds of net/tulle fabric. Available in a selection of colors.

Compass onboard HMS Cavalier commissioned 22 Nov 1944, decommissioned in 1972 at Chatham Historical Dockyard by tedesco57

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HMS Cavalier is a retired C-class destroyer of the Royal Navy. She was laid down by J. Samuel White and Company at East Cowes on 28 March 1943, launched on 7 April 1944, and commissioned on 22 November 1944. She served in World War II and in various commissions in the Far East until she was decommissioned in 1972. After decommissioning she was preserved as a museum ship and currently resides at Chatham Historic Dockyard.

Construction

Cavalier was one of 96 War Emergency Programme destroyers ordered between 1940 and 1942. She was one of the first ships to be built with the forward and aft portions of her hull welded, with the midsection riveted to ensure strength. The new process gave the ship additional speed. In 1970 a 64-mile race was arranged between Cavalier and the frigate Rapid, which had the same hull form and machinery. Cavalier beat Rapid by 30 yards (27 m) after Rapid lifted a safety valve, reaching an average speed of 31.8 knots (58.9 km/h).

Service history

Cavalier returning to Portsmouth in 1946

After commissioning she joined the 6th Destroyer Flotilla, part of the Home Fleet, and took part in a number of operations off Norway. Most notably in February 1945 she was despatched with the destroyers Myngs and Scorpion[5] to reinforce a convoy from the Kola Inlet in Russia, which had suffered attacks from enemy aircraft and U-boats, and had subsequently been scattered by a violent storm. She and the other escorts reformed the convoy, and returned to Britain with the loss of only three of the thirty-four ships. This action earned Cavalier a battle honour.

Later in 1945 Cavalier was despatched to the Far East, where she provided naval gunfire support during the Battle of Surabaya. In February 1946 she went to Bombay to help quell the Royal Indian Navy Mutiny. After some time in the British Pacific Fleet she was paid off in May 1946 and was placed in reserve at Portsmouth.

Cavalier returned to service in 1957 after a modernisation, which included removing some of her torpedo tubes in favour of Squid anti-submarine mortars. She was again sent to the Far East, and joined the 8th Destroyer Squadron in Singapore. In December 1962 she transported 180 troops from Singapore to Brunei to help suppress a rebellion that became part of the Indonesia-Malaysia Confrontation. After disembarking the troops she remained in Brunei as a communications centre for several days until other Royal Navy ships arrived to relieve her.

Cavalier was decommissioned in 1972 along with HMS Wellington (moored in London), and is the last surviving British destroyer of World War 2 still in the UK.

After decommissioning[edit]

After decommissioning at Chatham Dockyard, she was laid up in Portsmouth. As a unique survivor, after a five-year campaign led by Lord Louis Mountbatten, the ship was purchased by the Cavalier Trust for £65,000 and handed over on Trafalgar Day 1977 in Portsmouth. By selling the ship to the Trust, the UK Government and the Royal Navy severed all formal connection and responsibility for the ship. A special warrant was issued that allows her to retain the prefix "HMS" (Her Majesty's Ship) and fly the White Ensign, a privilege normally only enjoyed by commissioned ships of the Royal Navy. A similar privilege is enjoyed by another museum ship, the cruiser Belfast.

Moved to Southampton, Cavalier opened as a museum and memorial ship in August 1982. This was not commercially successful, and in October 1983 the ship was moved to Brighton, where she formed the centrepiece of a newly built yacht marina.

In 1987, the ship was brought to the River Tyne to form the centrepiece of a national shipbuilding exhibition centre planned by South Tyneside Metropolitan Borough Council in the former shipyard of Hawthorn Leslie and Company, builders of many similar destroyers. The plans for the museum came to nothing, and the borough council, faced with annual maintenance costs of £30,000 and a hardening of public opinion against unnecessary expenditure, resolved to sell the ship and wind up the venture in 1996. The ship sat in a dry dock (owing to a previous list) in a rusting condition, awaiting a buyer or scrapping in situ.

After the reforming of the Cavalier Trust, and a debate in Parliament, in 1998 Cavalier was bought by Chatham Historic Dockyard for display as a museum ship. Arriving on 23 May 1998, Cavalier now resides in No. 2 dry-dock.

On 14 November 2007, Cavalier was officially designated as a war memorial to the 142 Royal Navy destroyers sunk during World War II and the 11,000 men killed on those ships. The unveiling of a bronze monument created by the artist Kenneth Potts was conducted by Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. The monument is adjacent to the ship at the Historic Dockyard in Chatham, Kent.

In the summer of 2009 the Chatham Historic Dockyard Trust made available accommodation on board the ship for youth groups who wish to stay on board and experience life on board a Royal Naval Destroyer.

In September 2010, Cavalier fired the first full broadside from a ship flying the White Ensign since a firing by the destroyer London in December 1981. This was due to the work of the heritage naval gun crew who restored all three 4.5-in guns back to working condition in conjunction with the Chatham Historic Dockyard Trust.

In April 2014 Cavalier was added to Google Maps Business View (formerly Google Business Photos) by CInsideMedia Ltd, in celebration of the 70th anniversary of her launch. The tour, which includes Cavalier's engine and gear room, was enhanced with interactive audio hotspots to enable visitors with accessibility issues to explore the ship.

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Belly Dance by Mayur Kakade

Bellydance is the name commonly used in Western countries to apply to traditional Middle Eastern dance, specifically Egyptian ghawazi dance in the 19th century, and raqs sharqi in the 20th century. The term is sometimes extended to include all traditional Middle Eastern dances. The term is somewhat misleading, as belly movements are only a small part of the dance. The most featured part of the body is usually the hips.

Belly dance takes different forms in different regions, both in costume and dance style, and new styles have evolved in the West as its popularity has spread globally.

The ghawazee of were travelling female dancers of Dom (Gypsy) ethnicity in Egypt during the 18th to 19th centuries. They were banished from Cairo to Upper Egypt by Muhammad Ali in the 1830s. The dance style of the ghawazee was popularized in Europe under the term "belly-dance" in 19th-century

Most of the movements in belly dancing involve isolating different parts of the body (hips, shoulders, chest, stomach etc.), similar to the isolations used in jazz ballet. In much of bellydance there is a focus upon the core muscles of the body producing the movement rather than the external muscles of the body. Egyptian and Lebanese bellydance in particular emphasise the need for movemements to originate in the muscles of the back.

The costume most associated with belly dance is the bedlah (Arabic for "suit").

The bedlah style includes a fitted top (usually with a fringe of beads or coins), a fitted hip belt (again with a fringe of beads or coins), and a skirt or harem pants. The top and belt may be richly decorated with beads, sequins, braid and embroidery. The belt may be a separate piece, or sewn into a skirt.

The hip belt is a broad piece of fabric worn low on the hips. It may have straight edge, or may be curved or angled. The top usually matches the belt. The classic harem pants are full and gathered at the ankle, but there are many variations. Sometimes pants and a sheer skirt are worn together. Skirts may be flowing creations made of multiple layers of one color sheer fabric chiffon.

Since the 1950s, it has been illegal in Egypt for raqs sharqi dancers to perform publicly with their midriff uncovered or to display excessive skin. It is therefore becoming more common to wear a long, figure-hugging lycra one-piece gown with strategically placed cut-outs filled in with sheer, flesh-coloured fabric. If a separate top and skirt are worn, a belt is rarely used and any embellishment is embroidered directly on the tight, sleek lycra skirt. A sheer body stocking must be worn to cover the midsection. Egyptian dancers traditionally dance in bare feet, but these days often wear shoes and even high heels.

Khan al Khalili, the major traditional souk (open market) in Cairo, is the world's most popular spot for bellydance wear / Raqswear and continues to attract millions of visitors every year.

As there is no prohibition on showing the stomach in Lebanon, the bedleh style is more common. The skirts tend to be sheer, although many Lebanese belly dancers opt for the shirwal pants with a top. The veil is more widely used and the veil matches the outfit. High heels are a trademark of Lebanese belly dancers.

Turkish dancers also wear bedleh style costumes. In the 80s and 90s a 'stripperesque' costume style developed, with skirts designed to display both legs up to the hip, and plunging tops. Such styles still exist in some venues but there are also many Turkish belly dancers who wear more moderate costumes. Even so, Turkish belly dance costumes reflect the playful, flirty style of Turkish belly dance.

In Egypt, three main forms of the traditional dance are associated with belly dance, called Baladi, Sharqi and Sha'abi.

Baladi is a folk style of dance from the Arab tribes who settled in Upper Egypt. The term has come to refer to the folk dance still performed by the working classes of urbanised Egypt. Dance which more rigorously tries to uphold folk traditions from the countryside or from specific tribes will often be referred to as Ghawahzee. The Ghawahzee dancers have also been known to be at the heart of the conflict in Egypt over the propriety of publicly performed dance. The well-reputed Mazin sisters are widely held to be the last authentic performers of Ghawahzee dance. Khayreyya Mazin is currently the last of these dancers still teaching and performing as of 2009.

Sharqi is based on the baladi style but was further developed by Samia Gamal, Tahiya Karioka, Naima Akef, and other dancers who rose to fame during the golden years of the Egyptian film industry. This has come to be considered the classical style of dance in Egypt. These dancers were famous not only for their role in Egyptian films, but also for their performances at the "Opera Casino" opened in 1925 by Badia Masabni. This venue was a popular place for influential musicians and choreographers from both the US and Europe. Later dancers who were influenced by these artists are Sohair Zaki, Fifi Abdou, and Nagwa Fouad. All rose to fame between 1960 and 1980, and are still popular today. Some of these later dancers were the first to choreograph and perform dances using a full 'orchestra' and stage set-up, which had a huge influence upon what is considered the 'classical' style.

Sha'abi refers to the poorer, commoner sections of Cairo. The name came to characterize the style of music enjoyed in such neighborhoods. The style is somewhat rougher and more playful than the rest of Egyptian pop music. Sha'abi dance is Egyptian belly dance performed to such music, typically performed more assertively sexual than is classical raqs sharqi.

Black-headed Python (Aspidites melanocephalus) by Shane Black

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Old point & shoot image of an adult Black-headed python (Aspidites melanocephalus) seen late one night. You can see by the slight bulge in the midsection that it had fed recently. Dajarra area - Western Queensland - Australia

Fighting by Beast Slade

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[20:25] Beast Slade lands on the catwalk and snarls as she jumped into the street

[20:26] Binx Jinx hit the catwalked just a bit off, hitting her legs rather harshly which flipped her out of control towards the ground below. She huffed as she tried to push herself up, hearing the feral cat land on the catwalks just a few yards away. " Fuck!" She mumbled out, trying to get to her feet without falling over again.

[20:27] Beast Slade dived, not waiting as she leaps in the air, her claws outstretched, trying to land not only on top of the girl but basically maul her into submission beneath Beast.

[20:29] Binx Jinx ducked down, hearing the feral cat hit the wall above her, rolling to the other side, her eyes wide as she watched the cat bank off the wall, missing her by inches. She shot up, trying to move down the ally way only to find one of her legs unable to move. " Fuck fuck fuck!" She grumbled out again, dragging her leg along as quickly as she could.

[20:31] Beast Slade wasn't deterred, she pushed up into all fours, now Binx was in trouble. Beast now took off speedily on all fours she leapt using the wall as a point to spring herself off of. Now she hurled herself at Binx trying to knock the girl off her feet again, while flying in the air.

[20:33] Binx Jinx limping her way as quickly as she could, her eyes went wide again as she glanced over her shoulder, only to see nothing but blackness and chaws coming her way. Their bodies hit with a loud thud, sending Binx flying along with the feral feline, landing on the ground even harder with the other landing right ontop. They slid on the ground a few feet then came to a stop, Binx growning out in pain.

[20:35] Beast Slade rolled a few times and her claw shot to the side, trying to hook part of Binx's body with them, snarling as her arm bled lightly, a nice new cut from road rage. She was way too pissed off to stop herself. Maybe if things were different Beast could've been frends wth the misfortunate creature. But things happene as they did, and Binx caught Beast at a -bad- time.

[20:38] Binx Jinx cried out as she felt the feral's claws sink into her sides, her body rolling with the impact and landing under the other. Her whole body trimbled as she groaned out some more, those once grey eyes now glowing brightly from the fear rushing through her. " S-s-sorry..." Was all she could muster.

[20:40] Beast Slade snarled, unable to comprehend her words, she leaned in using one hand to try and leaving her signature, a nice line of claw marks from forehead to jaw over the eye, but leaving the eye intact. Whether or not she was successful she'd try to, after the attempt to claw her, just smash her heavy fist into Binx's face.

[20:42] Binx Jinx let out a horrid cry as she saw that clawed hand coming right for her face. Her vision went white and her face got hot after the blow was struck, three fresh claw marks starting to ooz with warm blood. She slowly jerked her head back towards the other, her eyes shut tightly to reseve yet another harsh blow to the face. " AAUuughhh-augh..." She cried out, her head facing away once more as blood splattered against the pavement.

[20:44] Beast Slade snarled again holding the girl in her grip as she hissed with malice. She brought the girl up to her face, huffing out breaths of hatred wondering if she'd killed the girl.

[20:46] Binx Jinx seemed to go limp as the feral hissed in her face...those once glowing eyes fading away as her body was lifted from the ground. She hung there for a moment - then, with one fuild movement, her hand shot out, taking the dagger that was strapped to her tail and suddenly swinging right for the ferals arms, if she didn't get both she had to at least slice up the one closest.

[20:49] Beast Slade stiffened up letting the blade gash open her arm as blood streamed down. This didn't cause Beast as much pain as she should've but that's because it just pissed her off more. Being feral had it's perks sometimes. Beast let out a roar of violence, and reached in, trying to smash her fist into Binx's shoulder, going for whatever damage she could, anywhere from a bruise to a break. This is of course, it if made contact, while that was happening she went for the other shoulder with her other strong fist.

[20:52] Binx Jinx flung the blade back, watching the blood splatter into the air from her blow. Her eyes quickly caught the fist barraling her way, ducking her body back to miss it right as she bound into the air, doing a back-flip and landing a few yards away, the dagger from her boot drawn as well. She braced herself, huffing heavily. " Come on, I just want my fucking shit back! " She shouted, slashing her daggers into the air. " Give me all you got!" She spat out, spitting blood every which way.

[20:53] Beast Slade grinned wildly, those being about the only words she understood. She rose slowly, eyes piercing darkness as she shifted back into a crouch, getting ready to pounce.

[20:56] Binx Jinx narrowed her eyes as she watched the feral duck down into the imfamous pouncing position. She fliped her wrist, pressing the back of her daggers against her forewarms, then making an ex with her wrists, ready to defend herself and leave some damage at the same time. She braced her feet to the ground, a soft wizzing being heard but unable to see where it was coming from as her eyes switched vision, now giving Binx the ability to see things almost in slow motion - making Binx move unhumanly fast.

[20:58] Beast Slade waited for a moment longer, and pounced low, her claws not going for Binx's shins, instead her body went low as she flew like lightning, her claw flying upwards trying tohook the woman's torso beneath the daggers while she charged, also trying to pummel her to the ground.

[21:01] Binx Jinx watched her movements, able to time herself just right as she jumped into the air - doing a split with her legs as her daggers came down right as the feral jumped into her trap, those daggers aimed for the feral back, her body fliping about at the same time to land facing the ferals back, watching to see if the daggers stuck where she wanted them to - right in the middle of it's back.

[21:05] Beast Slade watched her go up, the daggers gleaming a little to Beast as she snarled, motivated to kill, her legs sprung up trying to kick Binx in the face, would may or may not have sent her flying. But now she felt a searing pain as both daggers struck her back, tearing into her two layers of armor and stabbing in a little causing minor bleeding, this only kicked Beast's butt into high gear now trying to land quickly so she could assault the creature again, this time with a vengeance.

[21:10] Binx Jinx was completely ready for round two as she watched the now very pissed of feral heading her way again. Her vision focused in on the creature, her HUD giving her readings on speed and volicity. She had nothing to use for weapons at the moment - no, those where in the Ferals back. She smirked softly, her fingers wiggling a bit as she timed herself once more. Right as the feral was deadly close she flung herself into the air once more, her hands reached out and grabing the daggers as the fearl flew by, landing on her feet once more with blood splattering through the air as she tore the daggers from the others back. " Come on, lets really get the game going." She growled out, her daggers glinting brightly from the light above. Of course, this little vision of hers was only going to last so long, and her HUD meter was already reading half life already.

[21:14] Beast Slade snarled and dived to the side, only to counter as she moved closer, sweeping her claws down across Binx's neck and chest if she connected. Her other arm trying to catch the creature's midsection and elbow her ribs too.

[21:16] Binx Jinx wasn't exactly expecting the counter as she was knocked off her feet once more - her vision going white again as she felt hot slashes made across her neck and chest, cutting into her cloak as well as her flesh. She growled out loudly, feeling that elbow land in her ribs, tossing her into the air once more as she landed with a thud, rolling to a stop. She flung herself up quickly, readying her blades once more. "What in the in the world do I got to do to get you to back the fuck off!?" She growled out, not really expecting the feral to understand. " I DON'T want to kill you." She shouted, her eyes glowing once more.

[21:19] Beast Slade snarled loudly glad that she'd smashed the girl and her claws faced up now, at her sides as she growled, it was low growl working it's way into a frenzied cry of brutality. She flew forward trying to maul the girl once more, this time trying to finish this fight her way. She twirled a little and slashed holding her claws where they were trying to land on top of Binx once more.

[21:24] Binx Jinx stepped back as the feral came flying torwards her. This was it - she was going to take this blow weather she wanted to or not. Her arms swung up, both daggers in hand. She tried her best to block the hit, the daggers most likely digging in through armor and into the skin just from the mere force of the blow. Binx's body hit the ground with a bone crunching thud, her vision going white then zooming into a endless black. Her daggers scittered across the ground, her body now lifeless under the Feral.

[21:28] Beast Slade threw her head back and roared after she landed on her, the daggers that were in her she ripped out easily, they also caused minor bleeding because of the density of her armor. She got up, and grabbed Binx's body as she swung it against the wall once, turning and slamming the body into the wall across the street, and finally she finished it off by hurling the girl into the crane as she moved that way a little, within ten feet of the crane she released the body into the air.

[21:32] Binx Jinx Binx didn't feel a thing as she was flung from the ground and slammed into two walls. Of course, she'd feel it later. Her body landed against the tin building, making a rather loud land then falling to the ground in with another painful thud - once again laying there lifeless.

[21:33] Beast Slade huffed a few times trying to calm down as she snarled a few mre times and watched the body.

[21:34] Binx Jinx's body lay proped up against the wall, her head tilted forward, threating to tople over.

Toa Gali Mata (Revamp) by MotherofViolence

A slightly less illegal revamp which gives Gali's Mata form a little more flexibility. She can move her knees, shoulders, weapon-holder-hand-things, elbows, neck, abdominal pistons, and midsection. Gear function is no longer possible, though her central gear axle maintains the ability to rotate freely.

She's remained essentially the same height as the original $7 set, and her limbs & abdomen are essentially the same length, but her arms and legs are 1 unit thicker.

This version has a cleaned up backside, better, flexible abdominal pistons, pseudo-gears to fill space inside her gearbox while as to not impede articulation, and a cleaned up front.

Peugeot 304 Coupe by Peter Blackert

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INSTRUCTIONS AVAILABLE FOR VARIETY OF BODYSTYLES OF THIS MODEL

The Peugeot 304 is a small family car which was produced by the French manufacturer Peugeot from 1969 to 1980.

The 304 was introduced to the public at the Paris Motor Show in September 1969. Production of the saloon/sedan on the Sochaux assembly lines was discontinued during the summer of 1979, while the "Break" (estate) was produced until the spring of 1980. Coupé and cabriolet versions replaced their 204 forerunners in March 1970.

Peugeot, which had always been a financially prudent company, saw a gap in the midsize car market in France, Italy and the rest of Western Europe. By using the smaller 204's midsection, development costs were minimized resulting in a higher profit margin because of the higher pricing structure in the larger, better equipped market. The 304's main competitors on its home market came from Renault and Simca, with Citroen noticeably absent from this sector at the launch.

The car was moderately advanced for its time, having fully independent suspension, and a four-speed gearbox located directly below the engine, sharing the same oil as the engine.

The 304 was designed to slot between the popular 204 and the recently introduced Peugeot 504. Since the 204 had an exceptionally spacious passenger cabin for its class, the 304 body used the central portion of the 204: engine and running gear components were mostly interchangeable between the two cars. However, the 304 had a restyled front grill and headlights, designed consciously to emulate the 504.

Designer Jasmine 11 1/2'' Doll - First Look - Deboxed - Standing - Skirt Lifted - Midrange Front View by drj1828

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Designer Jasmine has been fully deboxed, and is posed standing, supported by the custom doll stand. Her overskirt, freed from the factory restraints, is now wider than the doll stand, and is allowed to drape over the edges of the base. The sunlight was fading as I was taking these photos, so some of the closeups used flash.