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To evade capture by authorities after his daring but ill advised train robbery attempt, Clyde ducked into a Mom and Pop lamp repair shop with his umbrella. Although he blended well, the fugitive could not hoodwink Spanky, the shop's nervous chihuahua watch dog.
Spanky was subsequently honored by John Walsh and featured on "Cops" and "Street Dogs." To Mom and Pop's dismay, Spanky packed his Milkbones and left the lamp shop for Hollywood. There, he contracted a disabling case of red mange from a mongrel bitch. Clyde savored a great deal of sweet revenge when he learned of Spanky's plight from behind the prison walls.
The Rogue Players: Lights, Lamps & Candles
Flickr Group Roulette: Lights, Lamps & Candles
Strobist: AB800 open behind panel of white faux suede. AB800 with HOBD-W @ 1/4 power camera left. Reflector camera right. Triggered by Cybersync.
Noooo !
They robe my bakery !!!
I need heeeelp !!!
Who can stop them ?
!! Beware of the troll queen !!
Original picture by me
This White-banded Digger Bee may look innocent, but don't let those big eyes fool you. It is committing floral larceny! It has inserted its sharp proboscis into the base of the sage flower. Seconds later it makes off with its swag of nectar.
1899, the United States of America
With the heat in Valentine having died down , Bill thinks it’s finally time to hit the bank. Karen, Lenny, Bill and Arthur Morgan rides to Valentine. They arrive there and Karen asks the others how she should do the distraction: Should Karen make the lost girl or the Harlot? Arthur decides the “lost girl” version and the 4 outlaws walks to the bank, which consists of red bricks. Over the door is a big sign “Bank”. Around the bank are some people : one man connect his hourse, another man feed a dog with meat, a farmer chops wood and collect it and a fourth man go to work. Lenny, Bill and Arthur put on their masks and Karen go into the bank with her dark red dress. After her distraction the 3 other Van-der-Linde gang members assault the bank. Can they survive and escape with a lot of money or will they die?
This is my 7th MOC for our Red Dead Redemption 2 collab with Tuxedo Greedo. The bank is my biggest creation and I had to order a lot of parts that I can build it. From the beginning of our collab I wanted to build a bank rober because it was one of my favourite story missions in the videogame. I chose the first one ( yes there are more bank robberies) because Valentine is my favourite town in the game. I had a lot of fun building it and I try to catch the reference as best as possible. To reach that goal I spend a lot of time in front of the bank in the game to observe NPCs and I took many pictures of the bank. I hope you like the MOC and I would be pleased to get feedback.
Greetings Kevin
Sadly, this bird nesting cans / was robbed shortly / before I returned / after an absence of 43 years.
As the two robbers came in "Unexpected" outfits, they thought they had this robbery in the bag. One thing the two did not expect was the police coming from behind. (absailing down the window). This is a scene which I thought would be a fun one to do. The background in the windows is the grand emporium. I messed around with lighting levels a bit in photoshop.
Feedback appreciated :D.
7/27/2016 Mike Orazzi | Staff
Bristol Police on scene of bank robbery at TD Bank on Broad Street in Bristol Wednesday afternoon.
I love the cooperation between them. She openend the door and he points directly a gun to the employee.
When he demanded money from the register, she takes cigaretts and lottery tickets.
Just after 9 am, 2 masked male armed with AR-15 style weapons enter a bank in Victoria City. Bystanders immediately call 911. Constables from the Victoria City Police Department respond to the call.
Will the police able to catch the robbers?
To be continued...
It's been while since I have done a police theme scene. Hope you enjoy.
“Armed carjackings, assaults, robbery, shootings and serious sexual offences, including rape, are common in Papua” says the Foreign Office travel advice to travelers!
The papua tourism office has a hard work convincing more people like me to come to PNG!
Once a year takes place in Mount Hagen the biggest tribal meeting, called a singsing.
The “Men bilong pait” (the Warriors) ,the” pipels” (the women), and the “pikinini” (the children) are all here. Hundreds of papus are preparing themselves for the Singsing. It’s in open air, but you feel like being backstage in the latest fashion show in Milano or Paris as men paint their faces in red,yellow,white,black, women take grass to make skirts or kilts and cover their bodies with clay, mud, or even pigs fat!
Old wise men are building the giant headdresses made of eagle, parrot and bird of paradise feathers. Each feather is packed in newspaper, to protect them from insects. It will take hours…
Some warriors wear also marsupial jaws as necklaces! “If you do not have jaws, you can put dogs teeth, it works too” they tell me!
Bones, shells, pigs tusks, or twigs are put in the noses. I meet a Highlands warrior who has gave up the traditional shell that he used to put in his nose, and now uses an electrical meter!
Papu like to put a modern touch in their jewels or decorations, as we like to put some tribal stuff in our so called designed houses!
Now it’s time for parade. All the tribes are marching. It’s a mix of sounds and sights, not a love parade, rather a war parade!
The Mount Hagen festival was launched by the Australian colonial governor in 1964, to promote peace in the country.So…The warriors simulate fights! But the stone axes, the arrows, the shields, the spears, the bludgeons are real! There won’t be any violence during the festival, but everyday, tribal fights still take place, with guns instead of axes, and people die…
You can hear war songs, drums, and the tribes start to march in circle, in column, or in line .
The tribes keep on dancing until sundown, and have to listen to an endless speech from a local political while the few tourists go back to their hotels, stoned by the loudspeakers noise!
© Eric Lafforgue
Great Train Robbery loco 40126 sits under relics from the steam shed's past on 16th May 1982.
The loco was at the head of the Glasgow to Euston mail train that was robbed on the WCML some 19 years earlier in August 1963.
I remember sitting in the cab seeing some graffiti about the loco being jinxed (it was also the same loco that a secondman was electrocuted on, some years after the robbery incident).
It was withdrawn in February 1984 and scrapped at Doncaster Works.
About a half dozen masked cowboys brought the train to a halt while their cohorts on board did the robbery. The sheriffs turned their badges around and robbed the passengers. Just like real life.
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sometimes crime does pay , but not every criminal can afford it .
Late afternoon at Sacramento, California, the Tower bridge at right, this was one of the scariest photos I've taken lately, it was Thanksgiving holiday evening, the entire riverfront was deserted except for a few vagrants, and there I was carrying newly acquired $3000 worth of camera and lenses. I trudged down to the river for a few quick photos but I didn't want to linger long, it was a perfect opportunity for a robbery.
Recently I have been inspired by a lot of other builder's futuristic/apocalyptic Mocs. Ended up being one of my favorite Mocs I've done.
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~ @rayan_beorn Kayden Hoodie (Located @ Mainstore)
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GMP is stepping up patrols to prevent cash-in-transit robberies in the run-up to Christmas and for the first time Police Dog Luther will be part of the team.
Luther, 11 months old, joined GMP when he was eight weeks old and will be joining the patrols with his handler PC Phil Monaghan and his other police dog Trouble, aged 7 and a half. Both are black German Shepherds.
PC Monaghan said: “I have had Luther since he was eight weeks old and this will be his first Christmas on patrol joining Trouble who I have been working with for six years. They are a great team.”
Patrols will be routinely following vans delivering and collecting cash from ATMS, banks, and shops to ensure security guards remain safe during their busiest time of the year.
Detective Superintendent Mark Smith said: “We will be keeping a close watch over the vans and using a range of specialist resources including the police dogs like Luther. Cash-in-transit robberies are serious and often violent crimes that put drivers and the wider community at risk.
“We will be working with colleagues from forces across the North West as we know the criminals will travel across the region to commit these crimes. The message is simple we are using everything we can to make it difficult for criminals this Christmas.”
Information and intelligence is shared with detectives from Titan, the regional organised crime unit and officers from Merseyside, Lancashire, Cheshire, Cumbria and North Wales.
Anyone with information about cash-in-transit robberies should contact 101 or the independent charity Crimestoppers anonymously on 0800 555111.
To find out more about Greater Manchester Police please visit www.gmp.police.uk
You should call 101, the new national non-emergency number, to report crime and other concerns that do not require an emergency response.
Always call 999 in an emergency, such as when a crime is in progress, violence is being used or threatened or where there is danger to life.
You can also call anonymously with information about crime to Crimestoppers on 0800 555 111.
Seen escorting Princess Anne through Trafalgar Square.
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Mount Pleasant Director of Public Safety Anthony Gomez-Mesquita walks outside of National City Bank Tuesday afternoon, 409 N. Mission St. Police responded after a robbery was reported at 11:18 a.m.
Jeffrey Smith is a freelance editorial photographer based in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
[...]Christine looked pinker than usual, 't might be the cold, a light make up, or just feeling out of her usual self. She shook her head to his suggestion, "No, not after coming this far." He was right about one thing, she knew nothing about disguising herself, and -this- was her 'this far'. Still she smiled to him with a somewhat proud manner, poking around her backpack to reveal a mask- "Oh, I handled it too, a visit to the arts department polished my creativity." She placed the mask on her face, something very simple, made from plastic, probably taken from the backstage of a fantasy scene. A momentary thought crossed through her mind now: two masked people entering to a shop... What was Jagger thinking?! She only hoped Ben wouldn't be keeping a gun under the counter to shoot the seasonal intruders.[...]
Characters: Jagger Yukimura, Christine Sigmon, Ben O'Dwyer
Xp to be awarded: Lilith Denvers - peggy215
Just after 9 am, 2 masked male armed with AR-15 style weapons enter a bank in Victoria City. Bystanders immediately call 911. Constables from the Victoria City Police Department respond to the call. As the bank robbers leave the bank, they encountered the constables responding to the 911 call. The robbers immediately retreat back into the bank and barricade themselves with hostages. Constables call for backup and the Tactical Response Unit quickly arrived on scene.
To be continued...
I came to Oklahoma to witness a killing, a homicide in fact.
At a microphone Debbie Huggins fights tears and with a strong southern drawl says slowly, emphatically: "What we did to him today was much kinder than what he did to my dad."
"Him" refers to Michael Selsor and "what" to the murder of Clayton Chandler, a clerk shot six times during a gas station robbery in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Selsor pulled the trigger even after Chandler had complied and volunteered the loot.
"In 1975 I never would have thought that it would take 37 years for justice," Huggins says.
Today's justice was delivered about half an hour before Huggins approached the microphone; it is why I am here.
There are few acts graver than when a government takes the life of one of its own citizens. Executions often get a lot of coverage in the US, when there is something controversial about the case or enough people believe the condemned might be innocent. These scenarios attract media attention and fuel vigils. This was not the case with Michael Selsor. Everyone agreed that he did it, including him. The reporters who cover Selsor's execution will focus on Huggins and her family. Perhaps you cannot blame them. The only interview Selsor ever granted was to me.
Even though executions are conducted on behalf of the citizens of the state, very few are allowed to witness it: families of the condemned and their victims, lawyers, law enforcement, and journalists. This is why I felt a responsibility to witness Selsor's end and then to report it as dispassionately and honestly as I could. The following attempts such an account.
About an hour before Huggins gives her statement, I am led from a makeshift media center to the notorious H Unit, home of Oklahoma's death row. A pat down ensures our escorts that I carry no possessions other than the clothes on my back. They give me paper and a pen so I can take notes. I am joined by five other reporters. We maneuver through a set of gates that open to a large passageway. The walls and floor are made of smooth concrete. The passage feels stark, modern, like a secret missile silo - and incongruous with the century-old prison famous for inmate rodeos and executions.
Eventually we turn through a large yellow door into the death chamber's viewing room. I have been here before, but then the space was empty and part of the tour - now it is ready for business.
A handful of prison officials and guards are waiting for us in the viewing room, a narrow rectangle about four times as long as it is wide. A long series of windows to my right are covered by drawn blinds. Two rows of 12 brown metal folding chairs - the kind dragged out of a storage closet at a school picnic - are lined up. I am the first reporter in the room and told to go to the end of the second row and take a seat.
As I sidestep down the row I notice for the first time another set of windows on the left side of the room. The tinted panes conceal the identity of those on the other side. I suppose the setup is not unlike a wedding with two families to attend to and keep separated. The original victim, Clayton Chandler, is represented by an unknown number of family members behind the dark glass. It is hot in the room - at least 90 degrees and rising as people file in. Movement behind the opaque windows catches the light and my eye; at least two people are fanning themselves with white paper. Chandler's family members must already be in place, watching us nervously find our seats.
Three lawyers in dark suits representing Selsor enter next and sit directly in front of me. Selsor's family follows. His son wears a grey t-shirt, shorts and a military-short haircut. Tattoos cover his neck and arms. Selsor's sister, with a shock of blonde hair, looks tired. Her bright blue, short-sleeved shirt contrasts a suntanned face, wizened beyond her years. A box of cheap tissues rests in the son’s chair, courtesy of the state. Once Selsor's family is settled, a small contingent of law enforcement file in, including Jeff Jordan, who investigated Chandler's murder as a rookie homicide detective. He is now Tulsa's police chief.
A cacophony of banging echoes throughout the prison. We have been warned not to be alarmed by the noise - it is how inmates say their goodbyes.
Selsor is respected on death row. He is seemingly regarded as a serious and contemplative individual who became an asset of sorts to prison inmates and staff alike - though officials always caveat the sentiment with a reminder that his crime was inexcusably wrong and such actions must bear consequences. As the run guy, a job given to the toughest of the condemned, Selsor made deliveries to other cells and kept fellow inmates in line. When school children visited the prison, Selsor played a regular part in the tour. From behind bars he shared his life lesson about the consequences of one's actions with the children.
The appointed time nears and the banging becomes rhythmic - quick at first, but slowing now to a steady, dirge-like pace.
The director of Oklahoma prisons, Justin Jones enters. The yellow door shuts behind him. Rather than taking a chair, he is handed a phone, a hotline to the governor's office. Though not far from me, I cannot hear what he is saying. Jones hangs the receiver up, picks up a different phone connected with the execution chamber and tells them to proceed.
It is exactly 6 pm local time. The curtain goes up as guards raise the mini-blinds inside the execution chamber. Selsor's family in front of me gasps at the sight of him. He is strapped to the bed with his arms padlocked down and covered in a sheet up to his chest. Selsor's pinched eyebrows convey a look between fear and guilt.
The son waves to his father for what turns out to be the last time and reaches for the tissues. The son and sister begin to cry. Selsor lifts his head as much as he can and turns toward his small audience: "My son, my sister, I love you 'til I see you again next time. Be good. Eric, [Selsor's lawyer] keep up the struggle." His eyes scan the viewing room: "I'll be waiting at the gates of heaven for you. I hope the rest of you make it there as well."
He looks at the prison official standing over him and says: "I'm ready." Relaxing back to the bed, he turns his head to the side and focuses on his son.
Though we cannot see it, we all know what is happening now. Two intravenous lines run from Selsor's arms to two holes in a wall about three feet behind his head. From a hidden room, three executioners each press a plunger sending lethal doses into his veins: one with pentobarbital, another with vecuronium bromide and a third with potassium chloride. The executioners are each paid $300 in cash, so no paper trail leads to their identity.
With a tilted head still looking at his son, Selsor's gaze begins to fade, his eyelids half closing. A final breath exits his body with a visible puff from his lips. His body stills, eyes half open and locked on his son. It is roughly 6:03 pm.
The next three minutes pass painfully slowly. No one moves in the death chamber or viewing room. I hear barely perceptible sounds of crying from the row in front of me. A medical examiner in the chamber approaches the bed, checks for signs of life and pronounces Michael Selsor dead at 6:06 pm.
We solemnly return to the media center. Huggins holds a press conference and tells us that the execution did not bring closure or the kind of justice it seems she was seeking, but it is easy to see her relief from the death of Selsor. The ultimate boogeyman in her mind was finally gone.
In time a death certificate will be issued from the state of Oklahoma. For cause of death, it will say Selsor died from a homicide. Though it took nearly four decades to find its target, it is clear now that the trigger Selsor pulled that fateful day in 1975 ended not only Chandler's life, but his own as well.
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I'm really glad no one came into my apartment seeing me in a ski mask holding a Glock.
To clarify, just because a few have asked: this was a self-portrait. I was not pointing the gun at anyone. I have a wireless shutter remote that I was holding in my left hand to trigger the camera. The gun was unloaded (no magazine was even in the gun), and no one else was even home. It was pretty scary, though, pointing a gun at my 50D and 100L. The thought of shooting them makes kittens cry.