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by Samuel Musungayi.
Captured with a Pentax SP 1000 [+ Asahi Opt. Super Takumar SMC 55mm f2] and a roll of Kodak T-Max 400.
CanoScan 8800F.
Wowza.. Waking up today, I didn't expect any of this to happen. I thought I was going to stay in my room forever. But nooo, I ended up stopping a robbery with my sister.. Then saved a cute girl from getting shot, and she kissed me.. All in a days work I guess. It feels good doing heroic things again. I need to put a stop to Pirate, but first I have to get out of here. Oh right.. I'm still talking to Alicia.. Whoops.
Superboy: "Glad you're ok Alicia. Hopefully I'll see you around sometime."
Alicia: "Wait! Before you leave, let me give you this.." She writes something down on one of the business cards, and gives it to me..
Superboy: "What's this?"
Alicia: "You're kidding right? It's my number. You know, if I need you to save me again or something.. Or if you just want to talk, that's how you can get ahold of me.." She says with a giggle.
Superboy: "Oh.. Oooohhh.. Alright then.. Well I should go, gotta go save people and all that."
Alicia: "Thanks again for saving me."
Superboy: "Yeah, no worries." I leave the building, and notice Tamara leaning against a lamppost.. Then, out of nowhere, I hear a loud screech against the concrete. I look to the side, and see a news van there.. Oh great, the Galaxy News. The door of the van opens, and a woman steps out of it. Looking around, she notices me just standing there. She motions over to her camera guy, and they both walk up to me.
Tana: "Heyy! You're that Superboy guy right?" She asks, as she points the microphone in front of me.
Superboy: "Yeah.. That's me.. Why? Who are you?"
Tana: "Tana Moon of Galaxy News. How does it feel to be Leavenworth's only hero?"
Superboy: "I wouldn't say I'm the only hero.. There's Supergirl as well!" I say with a smirk as I look over at Tamara.
"Besides, the real heroes are the police.. I'm just doing my best to help them out."
Tana: "But what you can do is so extraordinary.. You've probably travelled the world and seen some great places!! So why now? Why step out of the shadows and into the light now?"
Superboy: "Well Tana, I'm tired of injustice. Tired of seeing crime overriding this great city. So Supergirl and I decided to put a stop to it. We use our gifts to help those that can't protect themselves." As I say this, I hear a loud boom in the distance.. Everyone turns around to see a building go up in flames.
Supergirl: "Now, if you'll excuse us, we got work to do." She says, as she grabs me, pulling me away from the cameras.
Superboy: "Ok ok.. Let's go." And with that, we fly off towards the building. Once we arrive, we see a crowd outside the building. The building itself is a three-story building, with windows on the second and third floors.
Supergirl: "I'll take the first floor, you take the third.. We'll then make our way to the second floor."
Superboy: "Sounds good sis!"
I split off and fly to the third floor. Once I fly through the window, I look around. All I can see is flames, and smoke. I start to cough a bit, as I start to unleash my cold breath. The flames dissipate, and there's nothing in here. Ok? What's the point in targeting an abandoned building? Well I guess I can go down to the second floor now, maybe I'll have better luck there. I make my way down the stairwell, to the second floor. I burst open the doors, to reveal more fire and smoke. Its different this time, as I see a silhouette of someone further into the room. I walk towards the figure, yelling through the flames engulfing the room.
Superboy: "Are you ok? I'll get you out of here!"
Voice: "Yes, I'm doing just fine Superboy. So glad that you could make it! The time has come for the grande finale of my plan!" The voice replies with a cackle.
My vision starts to blur, as I see his pale white face for the first time..
Superboy: "Pirate!"
Pirate: "Night night Superboy.." He replies, as my vision goes from a blur, to complete darkness.
Former 06593 with Swedish Air Force. Was used in Västberga helicopter robbery 2009. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V%C3%A4stberga_helicopter_robbery
she just escaped from the feds. she stole a load of leaves and wool from the grannies down at the convalescent home.
As I was quietly taking photographs at the pond’s edge, this goose came up to me thinking I had lots of food, but I had nothing to hand over, so it decided the camera was the next best thing.
We replaced the coconut matting liners in a couple of pots and spread the remains of the old ones around the garden for use as nesting material. These free offerings have been totally ignored but the new liners have been ripped to shreds by a couple of blackbirds.
As the hostage negotiator failed to make contact with the bank robbers, the incident commander decided to deploy the Special Tactics Unit to resolve the incident.
The Special Tactics Unit move into position and deploy tear gas into the bank. As the team made entry, the two bank robbers surrender and the team arrested them peacefully. All hostages are rescued and unharmed.
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Mentmore Bridge (previously known as Bridego Bridge and then Train Robbers' bridge). This was the scene of the robbery. I am about 1 month early for the 61st anniversary. Came here geocaching and decided to make a composite with an image from 1963 and an image of my car parked up
March 2012 sees the cfps class 40 renumbered as D326 which was the locomotive involved in the train robbery of 8th August 1963. This was done for the filming of the tv series Mrs Biggs with Sheridan Smith
speaking of hail, we got some hail and even snow in Orinda yesterday. tomorrow's low is 28 degrees F.
Recently I have been inspired by a lot of other builder's futuristic/cyber punk Mocs. Ended up being one of my favorite Mocs I've done.
This was intended to be an app for Arsenal in the DCSG, I had planned on fixing up the character and bringing him back to his prime, pre rise of arsenal, I was told I couldn't use him since he was In the outlaws series, I assumed it would be like the league where characters from it have their own series, but I decided not to argue and now I'm going to release this one story, and maybe if I get lucky I can nudge this into DCSG cannon, though that's just wishful thinking, anyways enjoy.
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Star City
A couple days ago I had gotten an anonymous tip that there was gonna be some robbery in Star City, honestly I don’t know why I didn’t just tell Ollie, but nonetheless I headed back to my old home. I have been alone recently,some of my friends have left town recently on their own business, so i've been alone, if I'm being honest with myself, I'm not in the best shape right now, but I won't let that slow me down, I can take out some thugs. Soon enough two shady looking men dressed in black walk in, one's wearing a long coat, the other one a jacket, one's bearded, the other one clean shaven,normally I would be drawing my bow, but I've been using a crossbow recently my advanced arsenal helps a lot, after all there's nothing like it. __________________________________________________
"Alright Roy, you know why we came down here to the range, right?”
“Well sure Ollie, I've gotta show you my archery skills.”
“Yeah, now it's okay if you mess up at first, I'm here to support you through this” we prepared to shoot, but in a shocking turn of events, I was able to draw my bow faster, with one swift motion I launch the arrow out of my hand, when it's began to take off, Oliver launches his, the two arrows race to their respective targets, and with a loud sound on impact, Roy's arrow hits first.
“Wow...that’s speedy!” he yelled out, joy and amazement came over his words.
“You know I kinda like that name, can you call me Speedy?”
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I get my mind back on the mission, trying to concentrate I keep remembering that first time firing my bow with Ollie, I look down at my crossbow, with distain. Now time for the mission to really start, gotta get these thoughts off my mind, the thugs dash out of the bank and make a break for a little alley way on the right, but they won’t get away tonight. I jump down and shoot at the bearded thug, who in a scatterbrained move, jumped on to the other thug, knocking him down.
“COME ON LET’S GET OUTTA HERE!” the bearded thug scrams away, he doesn’t have any money, only this guy. I aim the crossbow at his face and he cowers in fear. I can see him clearly now, young man, early twenties, looks like a good kid, looks can be deceiving, I’m sure scum like this would use that.
“P-please man, I’ve got a little brother at home, come on man…please” I keep my crossbow pointed directly at his head, I might do it, I haven’t done it too recently, and I used to never do it, hell it wasn’t too long ago that I switched to using a crossbow.
Looking at this young man, cower in fear of me, as I hold a deadly weapon directly at his skull, it saddens me, things, things were different back then, everything was, back in Star City, now maybe it’s time to use an old trick Ollie liked.
“Your little brother, why are you taking care of him, what caused you to get custody?”
“My family visited Gotham, me my mom, and little brother, we had so much fun, then one day, one of the big time criminals showed up, we didn’t find her body for a week, when It finally turned up it was a miracle, she was alive, but comatose, I’ve been taking care of him ever since” the words fade into the black night as I begin to ask him more questions.
“Sorry for prying, but what about your father?”
“Was a good man worked for the CIA, during the prometheus incident he was killed, that damn man took a lot away from all of us” as I hear that I look at the portion of my arm that was cut off, covered by one of the gloves I wear, back when I worked for the Government on my last mission some pretty bad stuff happened and it led me on this path. Killing, causing pain, it’s not the right way, I've been operating In newer ways recently, and now it's time to change that. “Leave and go to your brother, but you need to let me bring the money back to the bank, and stay away from your partner, he seems like he intends to get you killed, oh and nice cap, much better than a trucker hat, I hate those things” I look around, cops will be here soon, he better hurry up.
“Alright, I’ll get outta here, and I defiantly agree with you on trucker hats” he begins to sprint the opposite direction of the alley, good to see those two won’t be meeting up, now it’s time to set out on a new chapter of my life, a story of redemption.
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So that was the first part of my Arsenal series, It may last north of twenty issues, maybe more, It was essentially supposed to be a Roy Harper Rebirth, but in a big epic story where he confronts an old enemy, I hope you guys enjoyed it have a good day, bye.
When my son and I crashed a train robbery on the McCloud Railway in 2003, we didn't appreciate that we were seeing a metaphor for the entire railroad. A little over a year later, the steam locomotive would be sold. In 2006, freight operations ceased. Although the scenic line from McCloud to Mount Shasta remains in place, resumption of rail activity becomes less likely with each passing year.
Not much of normal interest but just imagine two 1960's Jaguar motor's ripping through the frame in a breakneck cop's versus robber's car chase.
Well, it happened here in 1967, in the film Robbery, starring Stanley Baker, Barry Foster and George Sewell.
You can see the chase on YouTube, Robbery (1967) - the car chase, 6:23.
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They stole Lionel!
How are we going to get him back??!!
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Inspired by my scary encounter last week... I was scammed (more like daylight robbery) by a lady in the car park. I was coming in to work that morning, parked my car and this lady appeared out of nowhere and asked me for help. She was short of money for medicine, was heading to the hospital... I don't know why I agreed to help her but I did, gave her the money but then she demanded more... I was shocked and said that's all I have...
She kept on insisting for me to pay by card and follow her... until I showed her my wallet (which was really empty) and then she decided to leave. She disappeared so fast! After I got down from my car only I realised that I was scammed... Sigh.
I saw the woman again a couple of days later she was still trying to scam another lady but that lady scolded her. She quickly turned around and went away. As she turned around, her sharp eyes saw me... I pretended not to recognise her and went on my way. That encounter left me feeling shaken and uneasy... now that she is still hanging around the building. Will need to be more careful next time...
There are many stories revolving around spectacular robberies of trains and post carriages from the old days of wild west. Some of them are more convoluted than others, though, like the story of John „Dandy“ Slim, the notorious gunslinger and ladies man. „Dandy“ Slim had committed various dreadful crimes before his final heist. Robbing banks and carriages, stealing horses, cattle and gold, he had always been one step ahead of the authorities and close to the women’s hearts. This might sound strange, but most women liked him, for he showed their husbands that they were not all mighty and often embarrassed them with his extraordinarily spectacular and effective ways of taking their gold and money away. For what should be his final heist, he had apparently chosen a National Bank gold transfer headed for the west coast. Ladden with gold, diamonds and finest whisky, this transport was worth a fortune and would guarantee any robber a luxurious life style for the rest of his days. Sherif Richard Montgomery Barns was sent out to keep the fright save. He had gotten word of Slim’s planned heist and hid with his men aboard the train. Slim and his associates were quickly outnumbered and taken into custody.They should have been transferred to a prison at the west coats upon the trains arrival, however, shortly after their capture the train was forced to stop because of damaged train tracks. Since the ranch of Alistor Cray, a wealthy landlord, was nearby, the Sherif decided to lock away Slim and his gang in there until they could continue their journey. Guards were posted all around the ranch and Slim was locked away as securely as possible. Yet, the next day no trace of him or the gold could be found. All doors were still locked and the guards couldn’t remember a thing. The case remained a mystery for a long time, as the sherif and landlord wondered what outside force could have managed to pull this off. The truth was only discovered months later, when landlord Cray’s wife disappeared, leaving a letter for her flabbergasted husband. She had fallen madly in love with „Dandy“ Slim and run away to reunite with him. The day of the robbery, she damaged the tracks, given the guards poisoned whisky and opened the locks for Slim and his gang, just as they had planned. Locking everything again afterwards, she had stayed behind to not draw any attention. After her letter was submitted to the authorities, a massive search for her and Slim was started, but they were never found. Some say they fled to Europe, some say to the far East, some say to Russia, but they all agree that they had fled to a better life, being blessed with endless amounts of money and true love for each other.
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Here are my western themed figures for the second round in the @figbarfcentral fig-off-tournament against benthebrickbuilder. This was a nice challenge and I had quite some fun working on the forced perspective background.
Scene V - Robbery
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When we got back home the door was open. I knew I hadn’t left it open so I asked if we should call the police because there probably had been a robbery. Sebastian said that he will first check if something valuable has been stolen or would it be better to leave it without messing the police with it. After all, it would have taken long before they even got there and the investigation would have taken another hour or two. He didn’t notice that anything special was gone, but the home looked like a disaster. Still, he looked worried and looked like something had disappeared even if he tried to assure me that everything was fine. The apartment was messed up and there were papers on the floor. Even the book that I had been examining before was ripped apart. I wonder what they had been looking for but apparently they didn’t find and there for there was a mess of frustration. We cleaned the place until we were too tired to continue and finally fell asleep. He was sleeping in his bed and I was sleeping on that old velvet couch.
At night I woke to the sound of someone knocking on the door. I saw that Sebastian was in deep sleep so I quietly walked to the door. I saw a paper sliding under it and then I heard steps. Whoever he was, he left before I got a chance to open the door. Hallway was dark so I didn’t see anyone when I tried to look from the spyhole. I took the paper and saw it was for Sebastian. I walked back to the bedroom, put it on his nightstand and went back to the couch without getting any sleep at all. It had been a long day and night. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to find out what was in that paper and maybe I would also find out what the letter I found earlier was all about.
To be continued...
Read the other scenes here: www.flickr.com/photos/neya365/sets/72157625025686050/
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Text & pic all rights reserved Neya
September 27.2010 Finland.
Cooper saw on the news a bank robbery. There where hostages and the police were trying to negotiate with the robbers. He told Jenny and they rushed over. It was fairly easy for Illusion to get in although Glimpse a little harder time. When they were in they saw someone they had never seen. He was wearing all green and had a yellow belt. He also appeared to have some sort of cannon attached to his right arm. They only saw him for a few seconds as he dashed across the counters and blasted a perfectly circular hole in the roof and jump out. They did have a short shootout with the other normal robbers after the man in green escaped.
I had a long wait tonight, went early 'cause the sun was shining but I only saw a couple of the bigger cubs late on, quite pleased with this though. The magpies are a sure sign of an approaching fox, every now and then the cubs will go for one of them but I can't imagine them actually catching one. I'm trying to catch up but by the time I get back from the foxes I have to set up for the badgers, I really want to get make the most of the badger cubs before we go away in a few weeks : )
And yes the magpie has a piece of the fox's meat.
It's been a week since I became the Mystery, and I'm feeling more and more comfortable doing it.
Robber 1: "Come on, he could be here any second!"
Mystery: "Hey guys, what are you doing?"
Robber 2: "There he is!"
Mystery: "Hey I've got a name, you know!?"
(Robber 1 pulls a gun and starts aiming at me, shoots 3 times but misses all of them)
Robber 2: "Uhm, you just missed every shot."
Robber 1: "Yes I can see that, why aren't you doing anything!?"
(Robber 2 starts throwing jewels at me, which I easily dodge)
Robber 1: "Why the heck are you throwing our jewels we just stole to him!?"
Robber 2: "What am I supposed to do!?"
Robber 1: "I don't know, maybe bring some kind of weapon to a robbery next time?!"
Robber 2: "That's a good point."
Mystery: "My turn."
(I run towards robber 2 and knock him out, robber 1 starts running away. While I'm chasing him he shoots three more bullets at me , which all miss.)
Mystery: "This dude has some really bad aim."
(robber 1 runs into an ally with a dead end.)
Robber 1: "Stand back or I'll shoot!"
Mystery: "Allright, shoot."
Robber 1: "What did you just say?"
Mystery: "I said, shoot."
Robber 1: "Why would you want me to shoot!?"
Mystery: "Because a revolver has 6 bullets before you need to reload, you shot 3 at the jewelry store, another 3 while I chased you, and you haven't reloaded yet. So, shoot."
(robber 1 pulls the trigger)
*click* *click*
Robber 1: "Just knock me out already."
The inspiration for the character Angie came from the cover art that first appeared in the magazine : Best true detective cover July 1962 flic.kr/p/bnSaXy
The story of the racket dames behind the sensational Park Avenue Jewel Robberies
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This is a link to a You Tube Video of a thief not unlike our Angie.
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Title: Now, if only she could find where that darling young miss, the one so richly clad in purple silk, had gotten her pretty little self-off too?
Case Study 113 : Warning, these are the raw, bare unusual facts as originally recorded. Some names, times, places and some facts have been altered.
Name: Angelica D circa 1933
Subject: an unscrupulous light-fingered body thief
Place: Resolution Ball - Baltimore (original incarnation)
Time: Evening, through early morning, of the dance
Story line:
Angie grinned, stowing away the emerald bracelet, as she smugly watched the police dragging away the struggling girl. Lit cigarette dangling from a corner of her lip; Angie smirked wickedly to herself as Ginny frantically tried to plead her innocence.
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One of the coppers had her by the wrists; the other tried gripping her waist, finding it slippery by the satiny gown she was wearing. Ginny was pleading, it was not me, I don’t know how it got there, please let me go, my emeralds, my bracelet… its…its…. gone! I must find it, shrieked the struggling girl. Angie just listened to the girl, ginning; Ginny’s tearful words, spoken in her brash nasally east ender accent, wasn’t helping her cause with the pre-judgmental coppers.
One of them snarled loudly into her ear, ere ,you aint the kind to wear emeralds sister, we’ve got your number, it was her diamonds youse was after.
Actually, she had, Angie admitted to herself wickedly. Yes, dear Ginny had been wearing an emerald bracelet, the one Angie now had tucked securely away. Nevertheless, she chose not to enlighten the harness bulls on the matter, and smugly watched as the small group disappeared through the entrance, heading down to the eastside patrol car waiting at the street, as she let a wisp of cigarette smoke curl upwards from her sneering lips.
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So it was now, with the emeralds safely tucked away, that Angie turned he back to the main door to watch down the long corridor as she continued puffing on her victory smoke. At the end of the hallway was the main entrance to the cavernous Ballroom where all action had all taken place leading up to poor Ginny’s arrest.
With a suspect now in custody, and two less security bulls, Angie was free to slip back in amongst the wealthy guests in attendance at the ball. Now, if only she could find where that darling young miss, the one so richly clad in purple silk, had gotten her pretty little self-off too! She shivered deliciously at the mere thought of it. However, she decided to take her time finishing her cigarette, give things ample time to cool down, as she marveled at the opulence that seemed to bleed from every square inch of the Baltimore Palace this evening.
How Angie savored attending events held here, and visited the Baltimore area Ballroom several times whenever she was in town on “business”. The lighting, modern for the day, seemed to coax any piece of jewelry to sparkle. Making it ever so easy to focus on even the smallest (and sometimes most expensive) piece a fashionably dressed female would be wearing.
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For you see, Angie was a master pickpocket, who, with the discovery and subsequent aid of a pamphlet written in the early 1800’s, was able to take her game to the next, more profitable level...
See Album: Angie Picks Chicago for the story of how she discovered the phamplette.
Entitled the Cutpurse: skilles, artes and Secretes of the Dip by “Gaston Monescu, 1826”, it covered the various tactics and moves used by master pickpockets of the time, Including whole chapters on successful “Methodes” of relieving a well-dressed lady of her” jeweles”.
Angie had nimbly crafted a new art form of relieving wealthy women and rich girls of their valuable jewelry. She performed this feat by combining the tactics of an illusionist, with the delicate touch of “The Dip” ; Employing this method to nick the fiery sparklers while still warm from the unwary, usually sleekly be-gowned , shapely figures ostentatiously displaying them!
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Angie began to reflect on how the ballroom had looked when she had first entered some three hours previously. She had been eagerly anticipating the opportunities in store for her inside, and she was not disappointed in the very least. The place was packed wall to wall with guests dressed in their dapper nines for the annual event.
Like a kid in a candy shop, Angie had eagerly looked over the crowd, admiring the shiny, flowing gowns the female guests were wearing. Selecting and keenly observing dresses made of the richest, most form fitting material, for by long experience, these women wearing them would bring the most profit. By employing this method to narrow the field of selections, Angie was able to quickly to pinpoint on a piece of jewelry, make her move, and be gone before giving any security patrolling the area a chance to recognize her for what she was. It sometimes was as easy as slipping candy from a baby’s grasp, or as Angie like to imagine it, relieving the satin and lace clad innocent of her “silver spoon” *** ( see addendum AA)..
Angie than eagerly looked over the jewels of those she had chosen, vividly glittering their colourful joy at being brought out of the vault and worn for this evening’s festivities. She had been quite hard pressed to make a selection, so for the first 30 minutes or so, Angie just mingled about, following her whimsy.
Then she spotted Olivia. Elegant in a long slick purple gown of luxurious silk that pleasantly flowed and swirled tightly along her shapely figure as she flitted about, presenting the very picture of a tickle thief’s dream ( see addendum BB).. Young, flighty and loaded with beckoning diamonds, Angie began to stalk her in ever decreasing circles, hunting her slowly, deliberately, much as a snake in the grass would a tiny unsuspecting mouse. However, all too soon, Angie realized that this mouse was being watched over by someone else, like a hawk.
The hawks name was Ginny. Lower east end, rough as her cousin Olivia was polished, awkward in one of her cousins borrowed long satin gowns, she watched protectively over her mingling cousin from the sidelines, totally out of her element, ill-fitting right down to the only jewelry she wore, a shimmering elegant emerald bracelet that was obviously borrowed( probably from Olivia) . Angie weighed the consequences of an attempt on Olivia’s diamonds, deciding that there was plenty of less guarded prey, and so Angie reluctantly decided to let go of the scent.
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It was not much later that Angie, from her new perch at one of the twin bars that lined opposite sides of the room, found herself eyeing a most interesting subject. She rose and began trailing behind the swishing gown of her new prospect. The fine taffeta gown was spilling down along the still voluptuous, if not a little pudgy, figure of an older, matronly looking lady with long hair of faded gold. Her longish hair was home to a glittering Diamond Head band, from which shimmering strings of diamonds were entertained in her still silky soft hair.
The lady stopped to chat with two other finely decked out women, giving Angie a chance to circle and leisurely eyeball, head to foot, these unsuspecting ladies baubles. Angie felt her heart rate quicken with delight at what she saw.. Now, older women could be a little bit trickier since they were more likely to notice quicker the disappearance of often worn jewelry, as opposed to younger ladies or girls were not yet used to wearing fine jewelry adorning their squirming figures. Nevertheless, Angie spied something that should even the playing field a bit, so to speak, making this wealthy lady a fairly less risky prospect…
Now, Monescu‘s pamphlet had a little side Chapter on how ladies would sooner think jewels were lost as to believe they had been stolen from them (pickpockets only go after wallets and hankies, my dear, everyone knows that!) . To this end, lifting only one of a pair, like an earring, or clips, is a safe bet, especially if one desires to tempt fate and remain in the area to try for a second piece, like say the brooch that one of the ladie’s friends was obligingly displayin!
And the lady with the shimmering headpiece Angie was ogling, was wearing a pair of twin diamond and ruby clips, one on each side of the wide shiny sash that tightly encircled her gowns’ bulging waistline. Taking one of those expensively jeweled clips would be as easy! As easy as picking the slippery pocket of a fidgety young child clad in silk. Which in a fashion, Angie had actually done many times early on in her career. ,.. Including once long ago, coming across not one fidgety child, but a small group of em! The wedding attired young girls were playing alone at a playground, their chaperones having obligingly wandered off for a bit of naughty fun! When Angie finally left the chirpy little group to continue their game of (appropriately enough) cops n robbers, It had definitely not been just the contents of the gullible young lady’s fluttery satin gowns’ pockets that walked off along with her!
(See album, Angie at play, for the full story)
Angie’s full attention was now focused on the two wave shaped clips as the pair fired glittering salvos of flickering rainbow-like colures with each elegant movement their mistress made. Patiently Angie stalked from a distance, awaiting her chance. It came soon enough, when the Hors d’oeuvres were put out, and the clips, along with their mistress, headed with the other multitudes of guests to the long banquet tables. As they formed a line, Angie managed to wedge herself in between the lines, effectively cutting off her victim, who bumped against Angie.
Angie’s left hand slipped in and snaked along the satin sash, feeling once again the deliciously tingling ling chill she always experienced when her fingers first rubbed against the warm scintillating material of a luscious gown as she dipped in to steal the selected jewel.. This time was no different as her slender fingers located the first of the clips ; lifting it up, and nimbly flicked open the clasp( it was amazing how jewelers skimped on clasps when making upper end jewels), at the same time her right hand slithered up the slick taffeta backside of her victims gown. Reaching underneath an armpit, her fingernails dug in, distracting her victim as to the nefarious activity happening at her waist. The lady was knocked slightly off balance, and anyone else who saw the pair had their eyes focused their faces, and not on any handiwork occurring with the hands below sight.
Angie apologized profusely in her softest most innocent voice. Petting down the ladies backside as she did so with her right hand, while her left plucked the clip from her sash and palmed the jewel and slipped behind her back. It was over in seconds, merely someone trying to cut the line, and Angie made her escaped receiving a few clucks of the tongue from one of the ladies’ friend as the lady caught up to them. Angie just smiled at them winningly, her hand still behind her back. As she smiled, Angie slipped the diamond clip down inside her sash before turning away and heading off.
It had all come off quite easily, and Angie was congratulating herself, when suddenly a voice behind her pronounced, quite loud and clear, oh my gwad Ceclia, you’ve lost a brooch. Diamond clip Angie correctly the lady silently to herself. She did not turn, but kept on moving, even slowing her pace a bit. From the same area she heard Celica gasp. Me clip, I’ve lost one of me diamond clips! it was here a minute ago, remember Maud, you was admiring them, weren’t you? Angie could imagine from what actions the lady in the elegant taffeta gown was taking now that she had discovered her loss, security was probably hoofing their way over, Angie had to think quickly.
Not losing any of her demeanor, Angie turned causally around to watch with the rest of the nearby group as the lady was showing her sash and the remaining clip to a couple of her friends. Angie spied a brace uniformed bulls approaching. She casually turned and headed across the room, her mind whirling. she knew that the pricy clip was too hot to hold onto. She had slowly looked around as she sauntered away from the scene. Then, spotting one of the many Ladies powder rooms scattered around, she ducked into it. Angie knew from past experiences ( and a few hints from Monescu‘s phamplett) that rooms such as these had a plethora of hiding places to let “hot items” cool down..
She entered the room, the noise dying out as the door closed. She was alone, wait, not nearly, the room had one other occupant. Ginny was at the sink, washing her face, the bored look she had worn all evening now was replaced by deep thoughts, forlorn ones by the looks of it. On the fly Angie coolly devised a plan.
She walked up behind the unwary, unnoticing, fetchingly clad Ginny, and wrapped her arms round her, hugging, as she called out, Maude dear, I haven’t seen you in ages. Ginny was uncomfortably flabbergasted, and Angie felt her warm figure stiffen. She turned and Angie apologized, I am so sorry , I totally mistook you for someone else. I should have known better, Maude is not nearly as pretty .As she spoke, Angies’ fingers touched and prodded the startled girl, not allowing her to collect her wits. If Angie was hoping for a smile, she didn’t get it,. Streetwise Ginny looked at Angie hard, and scolded the thief for scaring the beezusses out of her. In a Huff Ginny left, Angie watched as Ginny’s soft gown curled around the closing door before whipping out of.
She was smiling to herself, for as she had hugged Ginny, she had deposited the clip in the innocent girls green velvet purse that was laying open on the vanity. She had also in the process, tit for tat, whisked off the wide gold bracelet embedded with emeralds.
Not wasting any time Angie headed down the hallway where she secreted the bracelet in a nearby ash can, slipping it underneath the ½ ash filled bowl. Angie than reentered the ballroom, and went up to the orchestra’s conductor and requested a couple of waltzes, ones she knew were lengthy.
She then look around to make sure that she had all the principle players in her plot in sight. She spied Ginny talking with her cousin Olivia, and Celia was still searching the floor by the banquet tables. Now Maude , Maude took a little doing, but Angie spotted her chatting with a security cop. Great Angie thought, all I need to do is wait for it. “It” soon became apparent , was the start of one of the slow waltzes, and sure enough, Olivia was almost immediately scooped up and led off to the dance floor, leaving poor Ginny alone, as she had been most of the evening. Her hard disposition more than enough to keep any potential suitors at bay.
Angie immediately sought out Maude, a short mousey woman in a faded velvet gown wearing loads of gold chains and bangles. Angie caught her ear; feeding her a story about what she saw being placed in a certain green velvet purse. Maude’s eyes darted to where Ginny stood along a wall, and Angie saw a delicious gleam flare up in mousey Maude’s semi -be speckled green eyes.
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Angie than serenely slipped back, regaining her barstool perch and waited as the developments unfolded. Maude went to the copper she had been chatting up, and they both went to Celica. The copped grabbed a partner and the group surrounded poor Ginny. Angie kept one eye on the, and the other on Olivia, who was dancing on the far side of the room, blissfully unaware of the clamor on the far wall, that was surrounding her hapless cousin Ginny.
Angie saw that, upon discovering what she had in her purse, they were going to arrest her and escort Ginny off the premises, exactly as Angie had planned! Angie slipped from her stool, and headed out to the lobby to await the final act in Ginny’s tragedy. Angie concealed herself in the hidden alcove, behind the small ash can where she had stashed the emerald bracelet. Just in time to witness the poor girl, struggling between the two security types, and being forcibly escorting her out. When she was sure no suspicion was coming her way, Angie lit a victory smoke, and retrieved the emeralds, stowing them away as she looked back upon the protesting Ginny, struggling as she was being ushered out the door to the waiting patrol car on the street below.
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Now, Angie only had to find where that darling young Olivia, so richly clad in purple silk, had gotten her pretty little self-off too! With a suspect now in custody, and two less security bulls, Angie was free to slip back in amongst the wealthy guests in attendance at the ball. Good thing old Angie girl was a tough cookie, she contemplated, congratulating herself over not losing her head and coming out in roses, as happy with herself, she watched down the hallway. She was in no hurry; haste makes waste after all, so Angie savored her thoughts as she waited patiently to continue her mischievous habits.
Her thoughts now were trained fully on the unsuspecting, capriciously flighty , Olivia, and her dazzling diamonds.
In her mind’s eye she relished over several scenarios that could develop, and how to use them to her advantage, Angie exciting herself so much that she held the cigarette for a minute to lick her lips over them…
She imagined Olivia darting about, as she looked for her missing cousin, imagining, a well-placed foot on the hemline of a swirling long purple silk gown, which could yield some marvelous results.
Or perhaps Olivia could use some help looking for her cousin. Angie would then be able to discreetly help herself to some of the enticingly slippery-gowned Olivia’s dainty, but expensively fiery, diamond jewelry.
Alternatively, and best of all, and it is here where the almost purring Angie licked her lips, was a most scintillating scenario…
Angie could explain what had happened and offer to share a cab downtown with her new friend. Angie would comfort the worrying, sobbing (brought on by how Angie would describe what had happened) girl riding alongside her in the back of the bouncing cab. Angie would comfortingly stroke the warm figure encased in the richly slick, scrumptiously smooth silky gown, as she cooed words of encouragement in Olivia’s ears, Angie’s lips touching the diamond earrings dripping down from their lobes.
Then she would let Olivia go inside alone, as not to cause her cousin any further embarrassment. Then Angie would watch as Olivia hurried away, admiring the flow of her shiny gown in the light from the entranceways lamps ,and while also basking in the provocative sparkle of any remaining diamonds that Angie had not managed to spirit away during the ride down to the police station.
Angie shivered happily, as she gave one final drag on her cigarette and bent down to place it in the ash bin.
Suddenly Angie’s senses perked up, and she raised her head, shooting her gaze down the long corridor..
A lady was leaving the ballroom, unescorted, heading down the long hallway to the exit. She could tell by the quality of the long slinky gown that fell in ruffles from the hem of the long black mink she wore, and by the rings glittering from the hand that held the thick mink, that this specimen was well worth some effort. Angie rose, not yet noticed by the fur encased broad. One for the road, Angie thought to herself, bemused. The lady kept looking back, like she did not really want to leave and was afraid she would miss something exciting. That fact, along with the narrowness of the passage made for an excellent opportunity… A well place foot, and expertly placed bump, a few seconds of confusion, and the lady and Angie would part company, and Angie would have parted something else from the broad, and be a richer woman for it.
It was a formula that Angie had perfected and executed many profitable times. As a matter of fact, it had only been a few days prior that a young daughter, quite fetchingly (and targetable) in a pretty lavender satin and lace gown, ornamented regally with pearls and a flashy blue rhinestone tiara, had quite literally, but not accidentally, come under foot. Allowing Angie the opportunity to artfully nick the girl’s fine strands of gleaming white pearls (with a sapphire gemmed drop!) that had obligingly bounced up from the girl’s heaving chest into Angie’s waiting fingers.
Angie now watched this rich lady headed towards her, with the very same thoughts in mind. But she needed to know what jewels the broad had hidden under that pricey mink. As the lady came close Angie tried to “will” her to open up. “C’mon honey, its warm, you must be burning up in that pelt, show mama what you got.” But the broad did not obligingly peel back the mink for Angie, and Angie would never know what riches may have been in the cupboard, or perhaps it had been bare, though Angie seriously doubted it. The lady reached her, shooting Angie a nervous smile. Angie smiled back, wondering if the lad realized how close she had come to being relieved of one of her fancy trinkets.
As the woman passed by, Angie watched her backside, musing to herself, Fine, I’ll just have to settle for Olivia. Angie then started down the long deserted corridor with a brisk walk, her satin dress bouncing in rhythm.
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Reaching the Ballroom proper, Angie stopped and gave the room a vigilant scan for security, and as she had figured, it definitely had loosened up. She then searched in earnest for the young miss clad in her expensive purple silk “tickling gown”( see addendum rr). The naïve young thing had been ever so carelessly displaying those delectably exquisite diamonds of hers with such reckless abandon that it would be a wonder if she still possessed all of them. It will be a wonder if she still does after meeting me, Angie mused. She almost was purring in anticipation as she thought about those diamonds, especially the long necklace and the way it had flung from side to side as the girl had walked past Angie the first time that evening(and several more since). Angie envisioned the diamonded box clasp at the back of her bare neck (long hair was high in a bun) that held the necklace around her neck, for now! She secretly prayed that Olivia had not removed her shiny hairpiece to let her long hair down, it would make things so much the easier.
As Angie thought about this she slowly edged her way along the wall, dodging in and out amongst the happily chatting guest, constantly on the lookout for Olivia.
Now Angie had learned not to stay so focused on one target that she would miss another opportunity that may unexpectantly arise. This was another lesson she had learned the hard way, most notably at a fancy wedding reception that was held in a fancy venue complete with a hedged in English Garden. A perfect spot for ambushing unsuspecting, well-jeweled quarry!
(See album, Angie being receptive, for the full story)
So, by being on the alert, Angie was prepared when she was suddenly, unexpectedly blindsided from behind as something incredibly soft, slickly bumped up against her back. Like a cat, she kept her feet and whirled around in time to catch a handful of pure heaven in the form of one of the be- gowned young “princesses” that seemed to be everywhere this gay evening. She found herself nose to eye with a young miss, resplendent in a long slippery gown as black as ink, and as soft as young chinchilla. The sleek gown literally poured tightly down along her perked figure to the floor, covering over her shiny black high heels. The colour of night that was her gown was broken only by the whiteness of her bare shoulders and neck, and by an exquisitely large, leaf like brooch of clear diamond banquets that covered her right side at least 8 inches above and below her slender waistline.
The young “princess” giggled nervously as she profusely apologized over her “silliness” at tripping over her own gown as she had stepped backwards. Angie oozed kindness as she spoke soothingly to the girl, watching her melt like putty in Angie’s light fingered hands. As Angie spoke calmingly to the girl, her eyes were indiscreetly soaking up the dazzling white diamond necklace that surrounded the nervous girl’s bare white throat that was now eye level to Angie. .Angie looked down at the girls gloved hand resting upon her full bosom , admiring the softness of the satin gloves (dyed to match her gown) that stretched up past her elbows, drooling secretly over the enormous cocktail ring that graced one of her fingers. The princess raised up her hands, giving them to Angie, who took up the satin clad hands, holding them as tightly as she was holding the girls gaze, before letting the girl slowly slip them from her firm grasp., .
The girls eyes finally broke away, and Angie smiled exuberantly, giving the girl an enveloping hug to show there were no hard feelings, letting her hands slip ever so gingerly down to grasp the girl by the waist, giving her a squeeze. She then let the young thing slip out, free to go on her way, as Angie turned and did likewise. As Angie sauntered off, she happily thought that it was sometimes funny how occasionally, when least expected, one gets very lucky. As she thought this, she moved her clenched fist to the top of her dress. Pulling the dress out, she dropped down her cleavage the rather large, expensively glittering , diamond brooch she had so carefully slipped from the rather ditsy young ”princess” black satin clad waist. The damsel had not so much felt a prick when Angie had lifted the jewel, snapped the clasp open, and slipped it from her figure as her hands had squeezed her scintillatingly soft waist. She now felt it wonderfully slip down, joining Ginny’s purloined bracelet already resting securely there. Angie stole a careful look back over her shoulder.
The clueless young” Princess” was now happily dancing away with a tuxedoed young man. Her handsome partner, with a neatly trimmed beard, had one white gloved hand holding up her hand in black satin gloved the enormous cocktail ring shining out like some richly coloured beacon ; the other white gloved hand lay upon her back, mere inches away from the simple hook in eye clasp of the necklace of white diamonds. Angie drooled, how she would have liked to have had her hands in either of the positions that the man’s were now laid. Taking the ring and necklace would have been a piece of cake. Angie did sometimes secretly envy men, who could get close to jewel-laden ladies in ways that Angie could not! Angie imagined these wicked thoughts to herself as she allowed herself to be mesmerized by the blaze of fiery diamonds that for the time being, were still wrapped around the “princess’s” slender white throat.
Angie was not worried about the young lady raising a squawk over a missing brooch. Clumsy Dames like her were used to having jewelry misplaced. Angie wondered if they ever realized how many times those jewels were not misplaced, but stolen by light fingered thieves who, like Angie, knew all too well how to read the signs and reap the rewards. If only she had had time to be better prepared, she sighed, turning her attention reluctantly away from the diamonds.
Angie moved off, filled with the confidence that the tides of her fortune had turned for the better. Rounding a corner Angie spied Celia off to one side, and toyed with the idea of slipping off her remaining diamond clip now that Maud was still chatting up one of the Guards (another one out of commission!) Then, for a split second, on the other side of the room, she saw the silky wisp of purple that singled out her prey. Now, down to business she said, licking her lips. With a cat like gleam in her eyes, she swiftly stole into the crowd of dancing couples. Soon she was lost to sight, swept up in a rainbow coloured sea of slinky swirling gowns.
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( addendum AA )..
***( Not that Angie really ever stooped that low….. The closet she ever came was finding a wealthy couples silk suited young one left alone for a few minutes in his carriage holding a fine grained wooden rattle with possibly real gold inlays. Pulling away the rattle, she had let it drop beside the carriage, walking away and watching from a distance as the baby started to fuss. Soon the child’s young sister, who had so inattentively been minding her younger brother, approached. Angie watched, mesmerized by the thick sterling silver chain and locket that was dangling merrily from the girl’s throat. Timing it perfectly, Angie moved to the carriage as the girl was bending over, cooing and shaking the rattle to quiet her baby brother down. Taking swift advantage of the young girl’s distraction, Angie’s long fingers nimbly lifted up and slipped off the glimmering chain and locket from the high frilly neckline of the sister’s shiny blouse. Then, as Angie pocketed the purloined jewel with one hand, she made use of her other to admire and compliment her unsuspecting victim of her party outfit, consisting of a cute long sleek midnight satin skirt paired quite fetchingly with the ruffled long sleeved blouse of emerald taffeta!
Angie spent a few chancy minutes talking to the sister, looking for older than her years with her long brown held up in a high bun, as her baby brother settled down. As they chatted, a thought emerged in Angie’s mind around making a try for the girls silver engraved cuffed bracelet wrapped around the charming young sister’s slender left wrist, or possibly, even better, the child’s dangling clasped silver earrings! Throwing all caution to the wind, Angie made a lighthearted attempt to suggest how much better it would feel for the young lady by letting her hair down. It must be awfully hurtful for her, to have it tied up in that high tight bun, Angie cooed. A lot more comfortable hanging down and free in a ponytail like mine, Angie suggested, offering graciously to help with the procedure. The young lady giggled, shaking her pretty head, earrings flickering, as she looked over towards a small gathering of self -absorbed, well-dressed adults standing by the tables set up at the east end of the gardens. She apologetically told Angie that Mama would certainly not approve. Score one for Mama, Angie sighed, petting the girls soft shoulder to show her no worries, and while doing so took her other hand and running it ever so lightly along the youth’s black skirt, delved into its’ pocket , but found the cupboard bare. So, then, after looking down at the sleeping baby, Angie finally took her leave. Migrating off towards a small gathering of fancy frocked, nicely jeweled debutantes giggling by an exit in a far west corner of the extensive parks gardens)
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(Addendum BB)
(excerpted from :Cutpurse: skilles, artes and Secretes of the Dip by “Gaston Monescu, 1826”)
A perfect tickle thief setup, as Angie renamed it, was a ploy for use on a lady “waering a long gown or skirtes” that was easily trip able, when a foot stepped on it from behind, sometimes added with a soft nudge, sending the wearer tumbling. Ones fingers, in the process of steading or helping would glide(tickling) over the material ( the sleeker the better) to reach and pluck free the fair ladies’ targeted bauble.
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Interested in reading more about the shenanigans of Angie?
Then Check out the following albums:
Angie Picks Chicago flic.kr/s/aHsjZzs5Qe
Angie being Receptive flic.kr/s/aHsjZzsjGH
Angie being chartable flic.kr/s/aHsk5YknhV
Angie at Play flic.kr/s/aHsjYB65Je
Angie Trick Or Treat( coming soon)
Editor’s Note:
Our Thanks to Mr Gardner for pointing out the existence of Mr. Monescu’s 1826 guide
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Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Foto feta amb una Vest Pocket Kodak, fabricada cap al 1914; Ilford HP5 400 en format 127, revelat amb Rodinal.
Part d'un rodet de prova a partir d'una comanda de 15 m. de pel·licula de 4cm (127) dins de la campanya ULF de la propia Ilford.
www.ilfordphoto.com/the-18th-ilford-photo-ulf-campaign-wi...
Aquest edifici era el 1981 el Banco Central, a les Rambles de Barcelona. Aquí es va dur a terme l'assalt a un banc més famós i misteriós de la historia de Catalunya.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assalt_al_Banco_Central
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Picture taken with a Vest Pocket Kodak, made c.1914; Ilford HP5 400 in 127 format; stand developed with rodinal.
This was in fact a trial roll of a 15 m. long 4cm roll of HP5 film I bought through the 2023 Ilford ULF Campaing.
www.ilfordphoto.com/the-18th-ilford-photo-ulf-campaign-wi...
This was the Banco Central in the Rambles of Barcelona. Here in 1981 happened a most famous and conspiranoic bank robbery.
dingalingalingalingalingaling
Aww man is that the bank alarm?
Yee-haw!
Dammit, these bandits think they can do anything now that the Empire has fallen! Not on my watch!
There's a lot of red hair here. I was constantly told how glamorous my parents were. There is a very slim possibility that I took this. (P.O.V., absence from photo and my Mother's (at L) insistence upon such meetings being photographed.)
As the standoff continues, the hostage negotiator tried to make contact with the bank robbers in an attempt to end the incident peacefully.
After the bank robbers failed to answer the phone inside the bank several times, the hostage negotiator supported by Special Tactics Constables deployed from an armoured vehicle to make one final attempt to contact the hostage takers.
Will the bank robbers surrender?
To be continued...