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"Right. Let's sort the buyers from the spyers, the needy from the greedy, and those who trust me from the ones who don't, because if you can't see value here today, you're not up here shopping. You're up here shoplifting. You see these goods? Never seen daylight, moonlight, Israelite. Fanny by the gaslight. Take a bag, c'mon take a bag. I took a bag home last night. Cost me a lot more than ten pound, I can tell you. Anyone like jewelry? Look at that one there. Handmade in Italy, hand-stolen in Stepney. It's as long as my arm. I wish it was as long as something else. Don't think because these boxes are sealed up, they're empty. The only man who sells empty boxes is the undertaker, and by the look of some of you lot today, I'd make more money with me measuring tape. Here, one price. Ten pound."
The 'smugglers' who shared the cabin with me on the Trans Siberian always placed a generous cash gratuity into our passports as we were to be searched. Andre 'the elder' would assert his authority as the head smuggler and collect all four of the passports... including mine... and he would give them to the officials with a mischevous smile and a nod that said 'this is my gift to you.' This is my business. This is what I do.
Andre always put the American passport on the bottom... I think he thought it would draw less attention there...and then he always shushed me with a stern and piercing look as he prepared for these most critical transactions. The first thing the official would do is put the American passport on top. I began to realize that although we shared that cabin and the comraderie of the rails... or confinement thereof... that Andre 'the elder' didn't really think that having an American in his cabin was all that much good for business. It seemed to bring a little 'extra special' attention and scrutiny to his little clandestine smuggling operation. Maybe he had to bump up the bribes a notch or two to insure the safe passage of his valuable contraband. Either way you could just tell by watching him that Andre was a bottom line kind of guy.
By the end of the journey though Andre had invited me to live with him and his family in Poland... to work at his store... and to marry his daughter who he assured me had the bluest of eyes and breasts that were the national pride of Poland. Although I never saw him again I came to love Andre as a father in law even though I never met his daughter... somehow I feel like I know her.
It's no joke either about Polish womens breasts being an object of national pride. Somehow Andre 'the elder' seemed capable of working it into any conversation relating to his motherland... to which Andre 'the younger' and their female companion would invariably agree with.
This usually led to a toast... a clanking of the glasses... the tipping of a bottle and a slurred chorus of 'nasdorovia's.'
Whenever the merits of Polish breasts were agreed on, indeed that meant it was time to drink some more vodka. Even to this day... when I think of Andre or Polish womens breasts... it makes me want to knock back a shot of vodka... but I don't drink anymore and really I am more of an ass man... but still. I never had the heart to tell Andre that... I mean, talking about Polish womens breasts really seemed to make him so happy. I didn't want to take that way from him. You've just never seen a guy so filled with joy as Andre was whenever his favorite subject was being discussed or debated... it really lit him up from the inside.
Anytime you want to make a Polish national feel good... or homesick... just bring up the fact that Polish women have the best breasts. It's been good for a lot of free drinks for me.
I had just left Asia... everyday I travelled closer to Europe. With the passage of time and distance Andre's observations were indeed verified though... the closer I got to Poland... the larger breasts became. I'm not kidding. Andre was right.
The first Russian I met... the man smiling in the photograph... was like most Russians it seemed...named Sergei. A few were named Alexander or Andre. I think Russians have only three names... except for politicians or people of fame. I might have met a couple of Victors and a handful of Igor's as well. Somebody once said they'd heard of a Russian named Nikolai too. Still... most men in Russia are named Sergei. That's just the way it is there.
Seconds after I took this photograph Sergei slipped into his pocket without flinch or hesitation the currency that Andre had stashed in his passport. I knew it was coming and I was watching closely for it. I barely caught it. And I grew up in Chicago.
Living on that train with those smugglers was like taking an advanced college course in the subtleties and techniques of graft. It was Andre 'the elder' who taught me that you need to keep variable amounts of currency in each of your four pockets... like five in one, ten in the next, then twenty and a hundred...and that you must properly size up the person you are attempting to bribe and choose from one of your pockets the minumum amount you are betting it will take to pacify that official.
That's helped me more than once in life since then.
Andre also showed me that it was really important to telegraph the bribe... to look the mark right in the eyes and demonstrate that one... you were about to bribe him and two... that you were going to reach into your pocket and take out all of the money you had available to you for this transaction. It was really deep psychology according to Andre. The man had an ethic and he was a perfectionist. It's always remarkable to watch such a master at work.
Andre pointed out that it was good form to allow your pocket to turn slightly inside out so that the mark could see that indeed you really emptied it. This he noted made them feel really special. Like you went all the way for them. He also taught me that a bribe is never to be peeled off of a larger wad of bills or taken from a wallet... unless you had done business with the mark before but in his opinion it was still a bad idea.
Andre's bribes never failed or produced even the slightest trace of hesitation. The man was truly a master. Andre 'the elder' was the maestro of bribery. And he taught me well. Halfway through the journey he announced that he was getting sick of the train and that he and his cohorts were getting off at Irkusk and flying on to Moscow.
He gave to me a case of vodka and an envelope with additional bribes in it and told me that he would meet me in Moscow with the 'goods' next week.
I was proud and honored that Andre 'the elder' trusted me with the 'stuff.'
I was officially a smuggler now.
When I went through Japanese customs they even pulled me right out of line... took me to this little office where I presumed I was going to learn what a rough rectal exam was like. They never even looked in my bags though... they just wanted to know if I slept with any prostitutes in Bangkok... it was a real interrogation too... they didn't believe me when I said I hadn't... they even tried to say I must be gay then. the fact that I didn't seem to take much offense at their calling me gay really seemed to disturb them because thry had a little conference among themselves... in Japanese... so I had no way of knowing what they were saying.
I told them that i did get a killer massage at the James Bond Turkish Bath and Massage House... but there was no happy ending if you know what I mean. I only went in because of the James Bond motiff. I'm a sucker for that stuff... like the cosmonaut cigarettes on the train in Russia.
Still they didn't believe me but they let me go with a warning... a reminder to call them if I wanted to change my story and they gave me this pamphlet that described all of the symptoms one might have after a hedonistic weekend in the city of angels... Bankok. Reading the brochure it made me really glad I just stuck with the massage. The pictures, even though they were in black and white, they were especially disturbing.
Bangkok... really the only reason I went there is because I loved that song by Murray McMurray... you know the one... 'one night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble.' I wanted to see what the inspiration for that song was... and I thought I could use some humbling. Murray was correctamundo... I was indeed humbled.
I dealt with smugglers before in Japan... Nigerians... but dealing with the Nigerians always made me feel dirty. And that was before they became famous on the internet.
Those Nigerians... they are a resourceful bunch though. And the colorful clothing... you haven't partied until you've partied with a Nigerian man wearing a yellow daishiki with a matching hat. I couldda stared at those intricate psychadellic patterns forever. I still felt dirty though. But as a rule, if you ever want anything illegal, if you want to find the corruption or a cities dark underbelly... look for the Nigerians... you can't miss them the way they dress. Or you can just find cab drivers... who are often Nigerian anyway. Cab drivers are also a valuable resource when you are looking for some sin in a new city. I never once got into one of those three wheeled cabs in Bangkok called "Tuk-tuk's" without being offered a "massagy-massagy," Not once.
When I was in high school and I wanted some beer or alcoholoc beverages... I'd just call for a cab... and when the guy got there... I'd tell him to go get me a twelve pack or something... then I would do that "rip the twenty dollar bill in half" trick and tell him he'd get to keep the other half when he came back. They loved that. It always produced for me. It's one of the most secret agent like things you could do... ripping a bill in half like that... it's an all or nothing move... it's like saying neither one of us trusts the other but this twenty... that's what it's all about. Of course you gotta figure in the cab fare too.
I think Nigeria has the worlds biggest cab driver school or something. Most Nigerian guys grow up to be cab drivers... the ones with more education do internet scams... white collar work. From what I've seen... those are your only two career paths if you're from Nigeria. Smuggling and dealing in hashish is just a very common side gig. And they had this scam where they used a computer to alter prepaid phone cards and increase their value. Nigerians can be geniuses.
It was a Nigerian that taught me that if you took the local train long distance in Japan you could have a friend get on at the station before your destination and give you an extra ticket he bought there for like a buck and you could save hundreds because if you over rode your fair they didn't check on the train... you just had to pay when you inserted your ticket at the exit. Those Nigerians.
The Japanese didn't have much an apetite for the devils weed... they preferred amphetamines... something I never did. I always thought it would be pretty hillarious to hang out with some really stoned Japanese people. I wondered what their eyes could possibly look like when they were smoking pot.
The other gaurd in the picture... the mean looking one... noted the transaction as if to say 'I had better get my cut' and the money quickly dissapeared with all of the magnificence of a Las Vegas slieght of hand magician.
You could see it in the officers eyes... and he didn't appreciate my shutter happy finger either. I thought this would be another precious roll of thirty five millimeter lost to the angry hands of the authorities. That stuff is hard to come by in Siberia you know.
It was obvious these men were used to being treated to such gratuities. Probably they sent word ahead... there is a man in the rear cabin who treats security officials very well.
It reminded me of the consulate officer at the Russian embassy in Beijing who informed me that they were 'all out of visas' until I produced my last eight american dollars... and even then he motioned for me to show him the inside of my bag because I'm sure he wanted to make it an even ten. That's why you keep your money in different pockets. Miraculously the rubber stamp that made visas was rejuvenated and after a strong smack on the stamp pad was good for just one more visa.
Our cabin and our bags were never searched. Not anywhere on the entire journey. They could have contained a ton of heroin or four chinese children set out to work in the kitchens of europe.
At this time I didn't know what the two Andres and their female cohort were smuggling, but I had hoped that it was indeed something that would make the journey more pleasant.
My passport was taken from me there at Manzhoulli and I was issued Russian travel papers that I carried for the duration of the trip. Papers that were stamped with a radiation symbol the morning after we tore ass through the radiated zone caused by the disaster at Chernobyl. To this day I wonder how the passport was returned to me as I departed Russia at the Polish border.
Later Sergei 'the compensated' and I sat outside the Manzhoulli station where he smoked a cigarette and asked me questions about America. It wasn't small talk... Sergei had a deep interest in the way things were there... why our countries grew up in this diabolic situation of mutual assured nuclear destruction. What was so different about us his words seemed to say in a meandering way. I saw then that Sergei was raised too on the same diet of propoganda that I was... just the other end of the spectrum. I remember it seemed as if we both realized that right at the same time... his deep basso Russian laughter overwhelmed mine and carried beyond our immediate confines to precede me into Siberia.
I uncapped the pewter whiskey flask in my bag... the one decorated with the golfers on it that I shoplifted from Carson Perie Scott's in high school and we shared a sip. The same one the port official in Shanghai uncapped to smell but never dared to partake of. I crushed that flask when I had it in my back pocket when I fell off the back of a moving truck... the flask was empty... which undoubtably had something to do with me falling off of the back of a moving truck... but I was crushed too because I loved that flask. I ended up filling it with water and freezing it repeatedly until the crushed metal expanded outward. Plus I think it's realy the only thing I've ever shoplifted... except for candy and stuff like that. I just fell in love with that thing the first time I saw it. I knew then that I had to have it and I carried it around the whole world.
In Siberia vodka was golden... but whiskey... even the cheap Japanese stuff I carried...Suntory I think... it produced a reaction in my Russian friends like nothing I had ever seen. One sip... savored as if it were sent from heaven above and there were kisses and bear hugs. One sip of whiskey to a Russian then always opened up an immediate and strong friendship. Sometimes it even lasted longer than the fire it produced in your stomach and the burn in your throat.
I watched the sunset there that evening in Manzhoulli. Alone at the side of the rails I wished that someone would have walked over... sat next to me... and even in the silence of those who speak no common language... just appreciated that Manzhoulli sunset with me.
If I could have found one...I would have paid a prostitute just to sit next to me and enjoy that there. But I've heard that prostitutes always make you pay extra for weird stuff like that. I did after all have a bag of Yuan's that I worked out of the black market in China. The ones that I was left with after they wouldn't let me buy booze with them. The ones only chinese citizens are supposed to carry. Foreigners in China are supposed to carry a different money than the Chinese... they're called foreign exchange certificates. I called them 'fecks' because I like to come up with acronyms or slang names for things. It makes me sound smarter... like I been around the block a time or two.
Chinese money confused me... they rarely used coins... I'd break a one yuan note... worth maybe twenty cents and about the size of a buck... and for change I'd get a bunch of smaller notes of differing sizes. It was like some of their cash was as small as a postage stamp. After a week I had so much of the stuff and couldn't figure out how to use it... I'd just open my hip bag and let the bus driver or shop keeper help themselves.
It was the hearbreak of the solo traveller... that I should be in a place of such significance and see something of extraordinary beauty and have no one there to even draw breath with in in the way one does when confronted with such magnificence. The sigh of beauty.
Envy was the emotion I always felt as I watched others hold hands or share the entwinement of a lovers arms... those who whispered to each other at these moments... them who had someone stand on the pier or at the station to wish them bon voyage... even more so they who met someone to welcome them to their destination.
I always stepped off of my conveyance alone.
I was there alone as the sun set on Asia... I said goodbye as it was dropping low over Mongolia and casting a gorgeous and firery reflection off of the steppes and the deserts miles distant.
It would be to me my last sunset of Asia.
And my last stupid thought. Possibly it was the vodka the Andres forced upon me there... but I clasped my hands behind my head and layed back on my backpack as the sun rounded the earth... and I entertained myself with a promise that if I were ever to become filthy rich that I would buy my childhood home... the one I grew up in... have it taken apart piece by piece and put into shipping containers where I would then have them shipped here... or maybe to the Steppes of Mongolia in front of me... and reassembled exactly as it was. I didn't care where... I just thought it would be loads of fun to take my childhood home apart and rebuild it somewhere really far away.
That I might live in my house and look out the window at this place.
Longs Drug Store located at 1123 South California Blvd. in Walnut Creek,CA. This is the flagship Longs location with the Longs headquarters located nearby. The store opened on June 24th 1969 and was the largest Longs Drug Store in the chain which had more than thirty locations at the time. A year or so ago Longs renovated the store with their new look (which I personally hate) and closed off the entrances in favor of one door under the Longs sign. This practice of closing off entrances is coming quite common at Longs locations receiving the latest remodels. I understand the potential effect that occurs with shoplifting but at some of the stores I cant understand the need. Note that there was a set of doors where the handicapped parking spaces are but since the remodel occurred the handicapped spots arent really all that convenient for those who need convenience.
In 2002...
Faces hidden to protect identity.
The detectives posed as customers to catch shoplifters.
Photographer unknown
Longs Drug Store located at 9120 Alcosta Blvd. in San Ramon,CA. Notice that this store still utilizes both sets of its doors whereas a number of Longs locations closed off one to reduce shoplifting (among other things). This store now operates under the CVS name and within one week of the completed remodel just about everything from Longs is removed.
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A Nuthatch ready to snatch another seed :)
A great day in Arrábida in the excellent company of Jacinto Oliveira.
I am alive and well Sadly I haven't been able to access Flickr on any browser Don't know what happened. I am still gonna be less active but hopefully post something every week or so.
Cheers everyone.
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Portugal - Arrábida - Parque do Alambre
Eurasian Nuthatch (Sitta europaea)
Trepadeira Azul (Sitta europaea)
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(Former) Longs Drug Store located at 9120 Alcosta Blvd. in San Ramon,CA. Notice that this store still utilizes both sets of its doors whereas a number of Longs locations closed off one to reduce shoplifting (among other things). This store now operates under the CVS name and within one week of the completed remodel just about everything from Longs is removed.
The exterior of the store in April 2009...
Exile - Marigold Hair @ Mainstore
SHOPLIFTER - 'Calypso' Pirate Costume @ Mainstore
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STUN - Mercy Pose
1990 - True Black Set
Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night
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Foxy Roxxy is wearing a dress by Shoplifter leopard Dress feeling a little on the wild side
Photo taken at :
Wandering New York 2 flic.kr/go/3g1GJQ, Wandering New York (171, 167, 22) - Moderate
This theme was actually really fun! I loved the theme on ANTM C.19 so was pretty happy to see it used as a theme in BNDM C.10 too! What I wanted to do was bring out Camden's ghetto/New-Yorker side in this shot since thats what she is most known for (her personality) and I wanted to make her look very bad and very biker chick.
Camden: "Last week I was p*ssed since I didn't get called first in judging. Like, judges please I deserved first last week and instead you gave it to Lexxi? Whatever. This weeks shoot was hard for me since being in a jail cell and prison is something that I have been in before. Back when I was a teen I ended up having a life of crime shoplifting and spent a couple of nights alone in a jail cell. Its an experience I don't wanna repeat so when I heard we had to do a shoot in an prison, It did sort of freak me out a little. I can tell I got a good shot though since well, I just know..."
CALLED: 01/14
Wearing:
Calipso Pirate Costume by Shoplifter
Hair:
Zenith by Nova
Head:
Avalon by Lelutka
Body:
Legacy Perky by Meshbody
Skeleton parts by MOoH!
Scrumping:
The act of stealing fruit, especially apples, from someone else's trees. British. It's considered less bad than, say, shoplifting, but adults still disapprove :D.
Credits:
Nivaro - Orsen Catwa Appliers - Hawk 05. Tone
Catwa - Justin Mesh Head
Slink - Slink Mesh Body
Nivaro - Omega Appliers - Hawk 05. Tone
Deadwood - Ed Shirt
Deadwood - Pleated Pants
I think it's clear that this drop is a little bit evil. At it's heart, it's dark. It doesn't casually reflect brown or green leaf. It magnifies only darkness! Evilness!
I saw this drop push a small child in just such a way that the goopy top of the child's ice cream cone toppled to the ground! And the drop just laughed.
I watched as the drop shoplifted an aisle's worth of tampons and hair care products, then blamed it on the woman one aisle over.
I watched as the drop drove in the carpool lane with nobody else in the car!
Gasp! Evil! Eeeevil!
I thought I had posted a closer view of that emergency exit with it's "Think Twice" anti-shoplifting sign before, but maybe not. On the recent visit, I made a point of staying away from it, since I'm not sure if taking photos of shoplifting deterrents would be appreciated! Creative anti-shoplifting signs must be a thing in Muscle Shoals :P
There's four more pics left to post from 2019, then it'll be on to the 2021 pics, which may or may not have photo descriptions attached to all of them. After all, I'm hardly an expert on Publix, but some of us would sure like to see them get a little closer to the Memphis market than Nashville or Muscle Shoals.
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Publix, 2015-16 built, Woodward Ave. at W. 6th St., Muscle Shoals AL
Alias: Shadowstep
Real Name: Briar Blackburn
Gender: Female
Alignment: Villain
Backstory: The cousin of Riley Blackburn, the hero known as Skios. Being from the Blackburn family, Briar has access to the shadows. Being able to traverse from one shadow, to another, in the blink of an eye. Growing up, Briar seeked attention from her parents, as well as her fellow classmates. She would do anything to obtain it, even going so far as to shoplift from nearby jewelry stores. Using her powers, she'd be able to get in and out before anyone noticed. Unfortunately for her, she'd be reprimanded quite a bit, when her parents found out. She would end up having to return everything, as well as losing access to any other privileges she had at the time. Whether that's phone, computer, or home consoles. But the thrill was just too addicting for Briar, so she would create a costume, and an alias, Shadowstep. She would end up in the same high school as her cousin Riley, which led to her sticking up for him several times against bullies
Status: Still attending school and using her powers to steal stuff.
February's Alphabet Fun: 2014 Edition
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox overhead. AB800 with gridded HOBD-W overhead. Triggered by Cybersync.
Threadsday, July 3, 2025
Caption: In honor of World UFO Day (July 2nd), we present our resident alien model, Natrsis Perivulva, modeling a casual outfit in grey to match her skin.
Alt: Natsris Perivulva is a grey-skinned alien from Mars, who lacks any hair, but has slightly pointy ears. She is wearing an asymmetric sweater, leather jacket, pleated skirt, and high-heeled boots, all in grey to match her skin. She is standing in front of a grey rock face while standing on a grey concrete floor.
-- Model
Body: Maitreya LaraX Petite
Head: Genus MorphTOON
Head skin: Someone Dasha, Styx tone
Body skin: Someone Goddess, Styx tone
Eyes: SHIMMER Cyber Eyes
Eyeshadow: MJN Soft Summer Sparkle
Lipstick: TOP1SALON Pride
-- Outfit
Ensemble: Shoplifter Megan
Shoes: Utopia Karenin
-- Meta
Model: Natsris Perivulva
Photographer: Xinnia Amore
Location: Stylecards Offices
CALLED: (--/07)
omg well i got arrested but you know its not the first time and at least this time its not for drugs! its fine though because everyone knows that in CA all celebrities are above the law!! there's something about the lighting they use for these mugshots, it always makes my makeup look terrible!
So um yeah I hate this to be very very very very honest but um yeah, Darcy was arrested for shoplifting hence the casual but glam outfit, the editing for this is kind of "eh" but it's nothing worse than some of the other photos in this competition ;) I really hope I get to stay, I was really uninspired and I actually took a bunch of other photos with different ideas but they just turned out really bad >_> Hope this is enough to stay in!
We had a bit of a scare in January when Buttericks, the only store in Sweden where I have been nicked for shoplifting, faced bankruptcy. They have been around for 120 years. But luckily, a new owner stepped in and bought the company.
taken at the antique mall today.
pretty sure they thought i was shoplifting the way i kept stuffing pictures in my pocket!
see it big
A security guard at the SM Mall of Asia appears to be peering at a faceless mannequin as a potential shoplifter. Pasay, Manila, Philippines.
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Outfit: [SHOPLIFTER] - 'Hinako' Silent Hill f Set - @TRES CHIC -
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main store - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/VELOUR/86/129/83
Skin: AUTOGRAPH- Yuri Skin FATPACK (Velour) Lel Evox (previous skin fair release) - main store - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Dream%20Garden/78/107/2251
Eyes: {S0NG} Jillian Eyes - main store - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Dream%20Garden/78/107/2251
Face Blood Splatter: Dotty's Secret - Glam Blood Splatter [EVOX] -
main store - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Baedal/177/15/3001
Cheek Scar: :LMB: Rhio Cut Cheek (previous gothcore release) - main store - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lockheart/161/35/101
Gentlemens Walk, Norwich
Police in the process of entering the Primark store to deal with a shoplifter.
6.4.09
So, I got back from Paris to find a guilty looking danbo and a pair of high heels. Not sure if he was taking advantage of having the house to himself to entertain another teenbot, or whether he's been trying them out for size. Teenbots seem to have similarly sized feet, so no clues there.
Don't mind either way, but it would be good to get a handle on his inner life, especially given his recent shoplifting escapades...
Textures by pareeerica and playingwithbrushes.
Explore #41
Felicia Hardy is a metahuman thief known as the Black Cat who has sometimes been an enemy, love interest, and ally of the superhero Spider-Man.
Felicia Hardy is the daughter of Walter Hardy, a world-renowned cat burglar. After suffering from a traumatic assault by an ex-boyfriend as a college freshman, she trained herself in various fighting styles and acrobatics and, after deciding to follow in her father's footsteps, adopted the costumed identity of the Black Cat.
She has the subconscious ability to affect probability fields, producing "bad luck" for her enemies.
Because of her choice to pursue criminal activities, Black Cat began as an adversary of Spider-Man, but over time the two fell in love, which motivated her into becoming both an antiheroine, and his partner.
However, their relationship grew complicated after it became apparent that Black Cat was only attracted to the alter ego of Spider-Man and had little interest in the hero's civilian life as Peter Parker.
After their break-up, Black Cat maintained her role as one of Spider-Man's most trusted allies and for years the pair have remained flirtatious.
Felicia Hardy was born in Queens, New York. Her father Walter pretended to be a traveling salesman but was a world-renowned cat burglar who, before his arrest, encouraged her to never settle for second best. For example, if she loved basketball, she should work to become a basketball player and not just a cheerleader.
As a freshman at Empire State University, Felicia was assaulted by her boyfriend Ryan. Hating the idea of being a victim, she trained herself in various fighting styles and acrobatics, intent on killing him.
Finally, after months of preparing, she set out for revenge, but before she could find him, Ryan was killed in a drunk driving accident. Furious that she was denied the chance for revenge, Hardy decided to utilize her new skills to follow in her father's footsteps. After amassing a fortune in stolen items, Felicia adopted her costumed identity.
She first donned the Black Cat costume in order to break her father out of prison. On the same night, she met Spider-Man. Her father died, and Felicia then faked her own death.
Felicia immediately felt a kinship with the lone hero Spider-Man. He was the first man she felt she could trust and she grew to believe herself in love with him.
Felicia looked for a way to earn his trust and continued with the Black Cat persona as a misguided attempt to attract his affection. Seeing the good in Felicia, Spider-Man made every attempt to have her criminal record expunged.
Felicia was placed in a mental institution but escaped. She joined forces with Spider-Man against the Maggia. She was granted conditional amnesty, and again convinced Spider-Man that she had died.
The Black Cat finally finds the opportunity to prove herself after learning the Kingpin controlled an incredibly powerful detonator. The Owl planned to use the weapon to hold New York City hostage. Meanwhile, Doctor Octopus planned to use the weapon to destroy the city altogether.
However, the Black Cat used her abilities to steal the item first and protect it from all parties. She gave the detonator to Spider-Man and became the target of Doctor Octopus' revenge.
Although Spider-Man tore off his mechanical appendages, Octopus was still able to mentally control them and hold the Black Cat still while his men opened fire. Spider-Man barely got her to the hospital in time and, as they operated on the dozens of bullet and knife wounds, Peter realized just how much he cares for Felicia.
After she recovered they began a relationship and soon Peter revealed his identity to her. Felicia had difficulty accepting the fact that Peter is just a man beneath the mask and cannot understand his need for a civilian life. Peter was hurt, but continued the relationship since it was the first time he did not need to hide his life as Spider-Man from someone.
Initially, the "accidents" which seem to befall those who crossed the Black Cat's path were merely well-planned stunts and traps. After her near-death experience, Felicia feared her lack of superpowers would make her a liability to Spider-Man.
She is terrified that his overwhelming need to protect her will eventually get him killed, so Felicia seeks a way to make herself Spider-Man's equal. Felicia is offered an opportunity to undergo the same process that was used to create the Scorpion and the Human Fly.
The Kingpin uses it on the Black Cat as payback for a theft she committed. Scared and ashamed of being empowered by the Kingpin of crime, she keeps her new abilities a secret from Peter. Her 'bad luck' power turns out to be infectious, and begins to jinx Spider-Man, which was exactly the Kingpin's intent.
Feeling a wall of secrets growing between them, Spider-Man breaks up with Felicia. Felicia then begins a "Robin Hood crusade", stealing from the rich to give to the poor.
Peter soon realizes something is amiss with his own luck and enlists the aid of Doctor Strange to remove the "hex" on him. By doing so, he alters the hex's source and changes the Black Cat's powers in the process.
She finds she has heightened strength, agility, balance, vision, and retractable claws. While burglarizing the mercenary known as the Foreigner, Black Cat is attacked by Sabretooth, the Foreigner's hitman; Spider-Man saves her life.
The Black Cat updates her look and her attitude and rekindles her relationship with Spider-Man. She makes peace with his need for a normal life as Peter Parker and stands by him while he is accused of murder as Spider-Man.
Together, they track down the source of the elaborate scheme to frame him and fight the Foreigner. Her apartment is fire-bombed by the Foreigner's hitman Blaze
Peter later discovers their relationship is just a ruse against him, and that she had secretly been in a relationship with The Foreigner. However, despite her anger during her ruse, Felicia begins to fall back onto her desire to love Peter.
Spider-Man comes home to discover Black Cat discussing her plans to ruin his life by framing him for murder, during a telephone-conversation with The Foreigner. Before he can catch her, she escapes. Spider-Man tracks her down to the Foreigner's apartment by attempting to trick Lt. Keating into revealing evidence as Peter Parker.
Peter then intercepts a phone-call on Keating's phone, which turns out to be Felicia, telling Keating to meet her. However this is a part of her plan, as she intentionally lured Spider-Man into finding her at the Foreigner's apartment, causing a fight to ensue between The Foreigner and Spider-Man.
Later she clears Spider-Man of his murder charge. In the end, the Black Cat double-crosses the Foreigner and Spider-Man, detailing her plan and her feelings towards Peter in a letter, also explaining that she has fled to Paris in order to start a new-life. This pushes Peter to find support and a new relationship with Mary Jane Watson.
Years later, the Black Cat returns to America, and goes "shopping" (actually shoplifting) with Dagger. She returns to her original costume, seeks out Peter Parker, and in a chance confrontation with Venom learns that Peter had married Mary Jane Watson.
Angry and jealous, Felicia begins harassing the couple, taunting Peter as by dating his friend Flash Thompson. She physically threatens Mary Jane, confronting her and swearing to ruin their marriage.
After Spider-Man uses a device to remove his superhuman abilities, the Black Cat aids him in finding the device again in order to restore them. In the process, the Black Cat's cat-like abilities are completely erased.
She realizes that she sincerely cares for Thompson, but when she proposes marriage he refuses her, saying that he was only interested in her because she was the ex-girlfriend of his idol, Spider-Man, but is implied that Flash actually cared for her.
The Black Cat later makes up with both Spider-Man and Mary Jane, becoming close friends with them. She subsequently purchases equipment from the Tinkerer to incorporate into her costume in order to compensate for her lost abilities, and occasionally teams up with Spider-Man.
After Spider-Man unmasks himself, the Black Cat is enraged because she felt that they shared a bond over knowing his identity. Though she is dating Thomas Fireheart (a.k.a. Puma), her new romantic interest notes that Felicia may still have some romantic inclinations toward Peter.
The Black Cat joins the new Heroes for Hire during the "Civil War" although Misty Knight believes that Felicia is just there for the money.
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Secret Identity: Felicia Sara Hardy
Publisher: Marvel
First appearance: The Amazing Spider-Man 194 (July 1979)
Created by: Marv Wolfman (writer)
Dave Cockrum (artist)
Keith Pollard (artist)
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Macy's Herald Square (originally named the R. H. Macy and Company Store) is the flagship of Macy's department store, as well as the Macy's, Inc. corporate headquarters, on Herald Square in Manhattan, New York City. The building's 2.5 million square feet, which includes 1.25 million square feet of retail space, makes it the largest department store in the United States and among the largest in the world. The store has an in-store jail, Room 140, where customers suspected of shoplifting are detained. The Macy's building was completed in 1902 after the store had occupied several previous locations in New York City. The building was added to the National Register of Historic Places and was made a National Historic Landmark in 1978.
Our band's name changed after we were booked to play in Galway, and after they'd printed their festival programme. So instead of Warehouse of Thieves, in retaliation we were comically introduced at various times as the Caravan of Shoplifters, Small Containers of Petty Misdemeanours and Bierhaus of Crime.
Our bassist is a talented illustrator and I sent a copy of this poster to the festival organisers as a thank you for booking us, and to continue the joke.
Happy Birthday to my little Rowdy Jane. Today, she's 12!
Happy birthday to my best teacher. Honestly I didn't think we would get to see this birthday. Every month we pick up her meds at the vet there is a small celebration (it helps ease the pain of the cost - but she is worth it 100 times over).
Today we plan on hitting the DQ drive-thru as we do every year, go to the park, sit on a bench and share the ice cream :) and we'll finish her fun outing by stopping off at her favourite pet stores so she can do some shoplifting.