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Finaly i got some shots after days of hearing them calling in the reeds twenty feet away and seeing them dart beetween the reeds we got a lot of rain that knocked down quite a few of the reeds making it so much easier to see and photograph them sure hope there nests did not get destroyed from flooding i got to see four got shots of two same bird as in Sora(Finaly got some shots of them!!!!)3 also scared the heck out of a virginia rail by mistake it was only a foot in front of me when it finaly took off but i did not see it till it flew and my dad says he saw me jump backwards in suprise LOL
PostWind のふたり、この夏は岡山、東京でもライブします！お近くの方はぜひ。PostWind will join live music shows in Okayama and Tokyo this summer! 詳細はこちら。
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I'd appreciate it if you'd take time to see the album of this acoustic unit:)) Thank you.
p.s. I deleted the same pic without replying to the comment. I'm really sorry. And I thank you who gave comment to the pic.
I sent the pic via email but it was not reflected soon so I guessed I had done something wrong and uploaded the same pic on my PC on the usual upload page. 3 hours later I found two same pic on my photo stream! Zut!
A piece of glass from an old picture frame set on top of two same size boxes. A desk lamp laying down underneath glass facing upwards, coloured paper on top of glass, and strips of photo paper curled and placed in design. Fun!
challenge - Abstract
Wet-plate collodion, BGA, Ambrotype, 18x24
Lens: Wollensak Vitax 16"/3.8
Two light sources: one with six big energy saving lamps as a main light and one with two same lamps as backdrop light
Plus one round reflector to light shadows a little bit
Also I reupload this photo because previous was made using dirty scanner. So I cleaned my scanner and made another scan - I think it is better.
For the Smile on Saturday group’s theme of two-same. These are the back sides. Front sides coming up next.
"All done... I'm ready, VAV."
[Inserting steamcell]
[Initiating refueling sequence]
[Your Pigeon will be ready in approximately two minutes, Sir.]
"Excellent. Tidy this place up while I'm gone, will you?"
[Yes, Sir.]
Well, here's part two...same MOC, different angle, capturing a view of Watson and the Pigeon more than VAV. :)
So based on my review of Mad Love Rayna I mentioned that her head seems lighter than the color of her body which is an issue that I've only noticed on dolls with the Cream and Japan skin tones but this is the first time in a while where the FR White skin tone had this issue. When I bought another Mad Love I noticed something different about her and that her head is a better match to the color of the body compared to my first one. It is slightly darker in color but matches well to the body.
But there's a catch though. On the lighter color head I can see a color difference to the body with the naked eye right away but on camera she looks fine. The darker color head looks fine with the naked eye but on camera the color is much more pronounced and much more saturated than the body and for that reason I am torn. I don't know which to choose.
This only proves that two same dolls in one production run can still have color differences and most of the color issues that have risen lately are with the heads not matching the color of the body. My main concern is that FR will be released soon. Are we gonna have these issues again? Something has got to change. I can't deal with another factory issue.
A Tale of two Zoes... that in my collection are twins - Harper and Leigh. This idea came to me a while ago, when I ordered the second AHS: Coven Zoe Benson doll just to be a body donor, but since I loved her face so much, simply couldn't leave her body-less ;) And, after a while, my plan became reality and now I'm planning more double photos with them. It fascinates me how two same dolls can be quite different - but I guess that these are the differences that only us collectors can notice ;)
This was an adventure in more ways than one. The U.S. Bureau of Land Management (you can see why it's not the U.S. Forest Service!) allows limited access to this fragile environment. Ten entry reservations per day are filled up months in advance. Ten additional reservations are awarded through a lottery in a small, remote BLM office in southern Utah. You have to go the day before, enter the drawing, and if you win, come back the next day. With little hope of winning, we went there. There were three in our party: Jim (my life partner), me, and Jim's brother Johnny. A total of 31 entered the lottery.
www.blm.gov/az/paria/obtainpermits.cfm?usearea=CB
They had two same-day openings as well, an unusual occurrence. Johnny's number came up on that drawing and we told him to go ahead. Then my number was the second one drawn for the next day, meaning Jim and I could go. We were really excited and Jim, who always plans for the worst so he is never disappointed, was quite beside himself.
It's almost a two-hour hike in. Parts are quite strenuous, especially if you forge a new trail, as Johnny did. Take plenty of sunscreen and water, and inquire in advance about the best time to go. We got there about 10 a.m., which was a perfect time for early November. The sun was at my back in this photo, but in another 90 minutes there would be strong shadows on the left edge of this wave, making for photos that would be much less interesting. Most people did arrive later, and it is a shame after all the effort and the luck (or planning) that must be invoked, to miss the best views. Oddly, too, only 17 people visited The Wave that day, meaning three people just didn't show up and didn't have the courtesy to cancel so others could take their place.
The first to arrive was a Mr. Li from Los Angeles. He spent most of the two hours in the low area in the left edge of this photograph. Jim and I spent much of that time waiting for Mr. Li to get out of the way. We'd get a shot set up and the would be the cue for Mr. Li to wander into our field of view, shooting randomly in every direction. I think he was trying to document the crystalline structure of each striation. I hope he succeeded. He was still there when we left.
There is a Wave II not far away. Ask for directions. Also there are amazing fossils of dinosaur footprints nearby, accessible only to those who have tickets to the Wave.
This is one of the great photographic destinations in the world, well worth the effort if you can muster it.
Tickets? Only $7 when we went. But we returned to the little office afterwards and told a ranger they should bump the price to $20. I don't think it would keep many people away, and really it is best if a resource like this pays its own way. The ranger said they are now taking comments on proposals to increase the ticket to between $12 and $20.
A piece of glass from an old picture frame set on top of two same size boxes. A desk lamp laying down underneath glass facing upwards, coloured paper on top of glass, and strips of photo paper curled and placed in design. Fun!
challenge - Abstract
The two friends were so much fun to talk with, it was really a pleasure to spend a moment in their company.
I told them briefly about my photo project and they agreed to participate.
Mila is originally from the Ukraine, living for the past year and a half in Israel.
"What does life mean to you?", I asked Mila.
"You know, for so many years I asked myself this question, and just now I found an answer. Life means for me - happiness. Each minute, each time, we're living only once, there are no two same moments in our life. So we should be happy with everything that life could give us, no matter what it is."
"What inspires you?"
"Everything is inspiration to me. Everything that I see around, places, people, emotions."
"What would you tell your younger self?"
"I would told her: “Enter university with Hebrew as second language, not French, when you had the opportunity to do so!
Appreciate each moment in your life , everything that you see, touch, speak, communicate. Everything deserves to be appreciated and threaded in the right way."
"What do you like to do in your spare time, what are your hobbies?"
"My hobbies - it is my whole life because I’m doing it every day, I love to cook. I’m working as a cook. So I just have a wonderful life. And also I’m a dancer, if I have a few free hours I’m going to dance."
"Thank you, Mila. It was a pleasure to meet you."
"Thank you for your time and pictures, Ann. You are an amazing person. Thank you for what you're doing."
Sabrina is a fashion designer, originally from Bulgaria, she has been living for the past fifteen years in Israel.
"Live the moment !", she said when I asked her to send a message to the world out there.
A Tale of two Zoes... that in my collection are twins - Harper and Leigh. This idea came to me a while ago, when I ordered the second AHS: Coven Zoe Benson doll just to be a body donor, but since I loved her face so much, simply couldn't leave her body-less ;) And, after a while, my plan became reality and now I'm planning more double photos with them. It fascinates me how two same dolls can be quite different - but I guess that these are the differences that only us collectors can notice ;)
Just to recap my and Inthert's discoveries, before I start another modification of my LEGO X-wing model ;)
Three slightly cropped frames from "Return of the Jedi". In the first one, the X-wing is seen from behind - take a look at the yellow circles I added; there are four red or orange lights.
Frame two - same scene but X-wing seen from the front. In green circles, right on the wingtips, you can see green and red navigation lights. In red circle - white landing lights (I already have these in my model).
But in the third picture, which is the same scene captured on a Topps trading card, you can see (in the red circle) that these lights are actually red. I gave it some thought and decided not to mess with those - they will be just white in my model.
Honestly, I'm still not quite convinced whether I should tinker with my X-wing again - it would require purchasing some extra-small LEDs and extra-thin wires.But the longer I think about it, the more I like the idea :) .
What do you think, guys?
I really feel alive and peaceful whenever I am in a forest. Luckily I have two same minded spirits with me, who enjoy being out in the nature as much as I do :).
The two friends were so much fun to talk with, it was really a pleasure to spend a moment in their company.
I told them briefly about my photo project and they agreed to participate.
Mila is originally from the Ukraine, living for the past year and a half in Israel.
"What does life mean to you?", I asked Mila.
"You know, for so many years I asked myself this question, and just now I found an answer. Life means for me - happiness. Each minute, each time, we're living only once, there are no two same moments in our life. So we should be happy with everything that life could give us, no matter what it is."
"What inspires you?"
"Everything is inspiration to me. Everything that I see around, places, people, emotions."
"What would you tell your younger self?"
"I would told her: “Enter university with Hebrew as second language, not French, when you had the opportunity to do so!
Appreciate each moment in your life , everything that you see, touch, speak, communicate. Everything deserves to be appreciated and threaded in the right way."
"What do you like to do in your spare time, what are your hobbies?"
"My hobbies - it is my whole life because I’m doing it every day, I love to cook. I’m working as a cook. So I just have a wonderful life. And also I’m a dancer, if I have a few free hours I’m going to dance."
"Thank you, Mila. It was a pleasure to meet you."
"Thank you for your time and pictures, Ann. You are an amazing person. Thank you for what you're doing."
Sabrina is a fashion designer, originally from Bulgaria, she has been living for the past fifteen years in Israel.
"Live the moment !", she said when I asked her to send a message to the world out there.
This is my 785th submission to The Human Family group.
Visit the group here to see more portraits and stories: The Human Family
"What does life mean to you?", I asked the lovely Stranger whom I just ran into.
"You know, for so many years I asked myself this question, and just now I found an answer. Life means for me - happiness. Each minute, each time, we're living only once, there are no two same moments in our life. So we should be happy with everything that life could give us, no matter what it is."
"What inspires you?"
"Everything is inspiration to me. Everything that I see around, places, people, emotions."
"What would you tell your younger self?"
"I would told her: “Enter university with Hebrew as second language, not French, when you had the opportunity to do so!
Appreciate each moment in your life , everything that you see, touch, speak, communicate. Everything deserves to be appreciated and threaded in the right way."
"What do you like to do in your spare time, what are your hobbies?"
"My hobbies - it is my whole life because I’m doing it every day, I love to cook. I’m working as a cook. So I just have a wonderful life. And also I’m a dancer, if I have a few free hours I’m going to dance."
"Thank you, Mila. It was a pleasure to meet you."
"Thank you for your time and pictures, Ann. You are an amazing person. Thank you for what you're doing."
Compare this photo with the previous two. Same digital development proces is used. This one is made with the cheap Canon EF35mm f/2, whilst the mentioned photos were made with the expensive Canon EF50mm f/1.4.... the cheap 35mm obviously outperforms the 50mm, especially on Bokeh.
This awesomely ripped body belongs to my good friend/classmate from the old times. We used to sit&disturb together in math class. He was skinny back then. Today I have finally, after some years, chance to spent a few hours with him. He became quite a GYMSHARK. I became bald. Great.
Strobist/mindset info: I knew I want to shoot on pure white background, but with pretty crispy and contrasty light, something steel-sculpure-heroic. So I've used a Profoto PRO81 head with a gridded zoom reflector up high, as a key- it's pretty hard light and it brings up all the muscle structure, which was super-important to us. As a background light I've used two profoto PRO41 heads, one from each side, with softbox and beauty dish (one of each, because I don't have two same modifiers:) key was to carefully flag the background lights so they affect the background and reflect just right amount of the light back, to act as a rim light.
And a camera? Awesome Fuji X100! :)
A piece of glass from an old picture frame set on top of two same size boxes. A desk lamp laying down underneath glass facing upwards, coloured paper on top of glass, and strips of photo paper curled and placed in design. Fun!
海底撈月，麻雀海底牌自摸一筒。Mahjong Moon From The Bottom Of The Sea (Special)
Going out with "Circle One", which must be winning tile and also last tile drawn from wall.
mahjongbeginner 海底撈月+清一色 香港麻雀玩法 Hong Kong Yahoo! Mahjong Rules
mahjong 7 Fan pure suit 清一色
mahjong 2 Fan self picked last winning tile from wall 海底撈月
mahjong 1 Fan four sequences and one pair 平胡
麻將牌型国标玩法 Chinese International Mahjong Rules
麻將24番：清一色。full flush (pure suit) hand
麻將8番：妙手回春(自摸+最后一张牌)。self picked last winning tile from wall
麻將2番：平胡。four sequences and one pair
麻將1番：一般高(234筒，234筒)。two same sequences of one suit
麻將1番：独听一筒。one chance winning tile
I met Paris recently, though he’s known my friends for much longer. Paris is a writer. I’ve decided to do something different for this post. Instead of my writing, here’s a character study Paris did recently of a painter named Dan:
"You take the old can, check the spec-sheet, and get a fresh can of white enamel. Take the key, pry open the lid (four quick cranks spread across a 60 degree span) and place it in the machine to add the colours. Spin the tones, line up the right one, and measure out the volume. Open the bottom valve, pull the lever, half a cup of brown enamel shoots into the white paint filling the can, and the phone rings.
He shoulders it: “Hello, General Paint, this is Dan, what can I do for you.” He lifts the lever on the machine back up while he listens, pumping brown into the white twice more. “Absolutely.” Checking the spec-sheet on the old can, he rotates the tones and measures out a quarter-cup of heavy grey. “How big?” Rotates the tones, raises the lever, opens the valve, pulls the lever, a half-cup of yellow. “That would be the 18-litre. Two, same as last time?” Spin. “Oh, we got everything on file now. New computer system.” Lift the lever, all the way up. A full shot of white.
He carries the can over to the counter, where he picks up a marker and writes a few notes on the stainless steel. The phone’s cord—those still exist—is long enough to follow him. “When you want it?—Open till six.—Sure thing, boss. See you later.”
Picking up the rubber mallet, he hammers the lid back on and slots the can into the mixer. Close the lid. Press the button. Let it shake.
He tries to smile at the customer behind the counter. “Just another minute here.” They do the transaction and it takes him a second to find the guy in the new computer system, but he finds the guy and they do the transaction. The mixer slows and then stops and he pulls the can out of the machine. He prints the new spec-sheet, puts it on the lid, then re-opens the can to dot a drop of paint on top. A dull tan.
He hands the can to the customer and the customer leaves. Leaning on the counter, he extolls a short and heavy breath and then wipes his calloused hands on his coveralls and looks for the 18-litre buckets of clean, white enamel."
You can read more of his work, specifically film and show reviews in beatroute. Check it out!
It's not often these days that two such unusual coaches which have belonged to two same operators meet up again, but that was the case here at RBW last week.
Both coaches began life new to high quality London based tour operator Glenton Tours. That company achieved fame in enthusiast circles for their dogged determination to retain centre entrances. Later in life, PYM 106F went with sister 108F to Northwich based classic tour operator 'Grand Edwardian Touring Co'. The latter firm went on to become Regency Road Pullman Touring Co, in who's livery Plaxton Elite bodied 760 Relience EUU 117J is seen here alongside.
By an additional coincidence, PYM 108F is also with us, but a major accident involving several cars between our yard and our storage compound prevented us collecting it to also take it's place in the photo.
Distance is aprox 45.5 feet. See baseball field picture for comparison.
This marks a beeline path from where GZ claims he was punched in the face to where the shell casing was found, after the body had been removed from the scene in a body bag.
This is the distance GZ claims he stumbled the ONE time he recalls this movement.
Here are his other statements about how the altercation went from standing to prone.
first interview 26 FEB part one with SIngleton
"I fell to the ground when he punched me the first time"
"as soon as he punched me i fell backwards into the grass."
"and he punched me in the nose. At that point, I fell down…"
S: and thats when he slugged you
GZ: he just hit me
S: What did he say before that?
GZ "You got a problem, homie?" (and i said no)
GZ: he said now you have a problem
Singleton: He struck you in the nose first?
GZ: Yes m'am
S: And thats what knocked you down?
GZ: Yes m'am
part two, same night, same investigator's interview interview after she produces a map for reference
S: where do you end up when you guys are on the ground and after all this has happened?
GZ: "he punched me in the face, and i fell backwards and i don't even know where i ended up"
S: you just know you are somewhere in this area?
GZ: yes m'am
(we don't yet know where she indicated on the map)
Audio Recorded Interview with Investigator Serino of Sanford Police Department on February 27 (12:05 AM)
(Serino is taking GZ through his earlier statements fast, trying to elicit quick responses)
GZ: and then he punched me in the face
CS: he punched, you fell?
GZ:yes sir
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stress test account
(note only, not fully transcribed, sorry)
GZ: and i went to go for my phone instinctively and call 911.... jacket pocket...and i reached and i was looking, and he just punched me in the nose, and i fell backwards and to my side, and he ended up on top of me.....
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reenactment
Zimmerman....Yes, sir. Like I said I was already past that so I didn't see exactly where he came from but he was about where...(tape cut out again a bit) And I said I don't have a problem and I went to go grab my cell phone but my.... I left it in a different pocket. I went...I looked down at my pant pocket and he said, you got a problem now and then he was here (motions that he was right there next to him) and he punched me in the face
Investigator...right here (investigator moves up to the sidewalk away from the "t")
Zimmerman...right up around here, to be honest I don't remember exactly
Investigator....that's fine
Zimmerman... I think... I stumbled, and I fell down he pushed me down, somehow he got on top of me
Investigator...on the grass or on the cement?
Zimmerman: It was more over towards here (Zimmerman walks down into the dog path) I was trying to push hime away from me and then he got on top of me somewhere around here (here he is looks down to where Trayvon really was, and hesitates for a moment) and, ah, that's where I started screaming for help.
(he stops before where the tan bag was found, more or less, around 22 - 27.5 feet from the cut thru sidewalk. This is less than 60% of the way to the shell casing from the cut thru sidewalk where GZ says he was punched.)
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first of three increasingly probing interviews after re-enactment
not mentioned
second after reenactment
not mentioned specifically
third
not mentioned specifically
Funny how when you have a house full of company for a family birthday and your serving the cake and ask that nobody take a bite untill you get your photo( LOL) They all grab their dish and take off... So what your left with is taking a quick shot of the sliced cake before they come back for seconds ..LOL!!
Better then nothing I guess :)
I made two of these and was lucky to get any before it was gone !!
This was delicious and very rich ( the way cheesecake should be )..
Uncut photo.....
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Triple Chocolate Cheesecake
Ingredients
•1 package (9 ounces) chocolate wafer (Oreos) cookies
•6 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
•4 bars (8 ounces each) cream cheese, room temperature
•1 1/2 cups sugar
•1/2 teaspoon salt
•4 large eggs
•1 cup sour cream
•8 ounces semisweet chocolate, melted
•Chocolate Ganache, for topping
Directions
1.Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Assemble a 9-inch spring form pan with the raised side of the bottom facing down.
2.In a food processor, pulse cookies until finely ground. Add butter, and pulse to moisten. Transfer to prepared pan, and press crumbs firmly and evenly into the bottom. Place pan on a rimmed baking sheet; bake 10 minutes, and set aside.
3.Wipe out bowl and blade of food processor. Add cream cheese, sugar, and salt; blend until smooth. With motor running, add eggs, then sour cream, and finally chocolate; blend filling until smooth, scraping down sides of bowl as needed.
4.Pour filling onto crust, and bake just until set, 1 hour. Turn oven off, and let cheesecake sit 1 hour in oven, without opening (this helps prevent cracking).
5.Run a thin knife around the edge of the pan (this helps prevent cracking, too); leave in pan, and cool completely on wire rack. Cover loosely and refrigerate, at least 6 hours or up to overnight.
6.Prepare Chocolate Ganache. Unmold cheesecake. Spread ganache in center of cheesecake; let set before serving.
Ganache Toping..
Ingredients
•1/4 cup heavy cream
•4 ounces chopped semisweet chocolate
Directions
1.In a small saucepan, bring cream to a boil. Remove from heat, and add chocolate. Stir until melted, then set aside until thickened, 2 to 5 minutes.
Recipe from Martha stewart.com
Since I have two ( same but different Triple cheesecakes in my set) I'm adding this link to the other one )
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inside the mosque at taj mahal, there are two same buildings at both sides, this one is a mosque, the other not, only built for a perfect symmetry!!!!
It had been three years without conflict when my group took my break, but we all knew it was wrong that the world wasn’t experiencing conflict. MARKA was alive and Luka was still missing from before. So, we decided to start a new journey, a journey to destroy MARKA, but I knew everything would go to crap when we continued on with the path of danger. It was time to accept the fact that first off I was the only one single and second somebody was going to die. “Earth to Kimber.”
“Thunder, I was thinking about things.” I really did not like the fact that Thunder made me stop thinking about my life. My messed up life barely anybody knew about.
“Gosh, Kimber, I know you are devastated and all, but you don’t need to act like this.” Thunder kept trying to comfort me and I was getting annoyed about it.
“A thirteen year old has a boyfriend before me.” At least I tried a new hairstyle for love, short hair that wasn’t half shaven. I just thought I looked like a dorky high school girl trying to get laid with my hair.
“Ha, it took me two years of online dating to meet Grey; just take your time with things.” Then the doorbell for the ship rang, and Thunder went to the door. It was sad that I missed the others, but Thunder and I were the only ones still on the team.
“Who is it?” I questioned while crossing my legs. Life was boring when everybody else only cared about their personal life; some days I would almost die of boredom.
“Everybody use is here.” Then I heard the sound of a thousand footsteps in the hallway, well not that many but still. Everybody else was having kids and forgot mostly about MARKA and Luka.
“Yippee,” I said with sarcasm and disappointment.
“I thought you would like the company.” Yuni was a changed woman since three years ago, love sick puppy to mother, yah. All this meeting did was make me more down than before for being single because I kept looking at Yuni’s baby girl, Amaris.
“Ha, all you guys did was leave and make Luka doomed!” I was yelling at them, so Yuni held Amaris closer to her. “We have been looking for her more years than you were looking for him.” Then I pointed at Tyler, who was cleaner than the last time I saw him.
“Kimber-”
“Do you people think life is a game or for your words a book that would always have a happy ending?”
“Why do you act this way, Kimber?” After that, I looked at Hail. She was as big as a house with that baby inside of her.
“Envy, MARKA, f*ck!”
“There are kids here.” For some reason, Fatima and Kirami got together and married and had a baby boy named Howahkan. Gosh, at that moment, I hated babies. Also somehow they were the ones that took custody of Von and Violet, and Fatima already had Amaya and Enya...oh my god so much kids....urgh.
“Just think about it. I don’t have kids yet.”
“Suki, you’re thirteen,” I responded, “of course you don’t have kids yet or Andru would have been mad.”
“Ha ha, I’m the only one with a wife that has-”
“I’m not planning on any children, Andru,” interrupted Tora, Andru’s wife, when she was glaring at him with her silver eyes.
“I know.” He crossed his arms, and sighed. I was the only one who wasn’t obsessed with kids, babies, and other stuff; that fact made me kind of sick in the inside.
“We just have to calm down,” said Vy. Even she had a romantic interest while she was only twelve. The world was going insane ,in my opinion, with this baby stuff. There was thirteen trillion people on the Earth, so I was suck on how the Earth could carry all of those people.
“Calm down, are you serious, Vy?” Her boyfriend, Keme, disagreed with her while fixing his light brown hair, girly boy.
“Vy is right, Keme.” Yamanu, Suki’s boyfriend, urgh all of these boyfriends, then disagreed with the disagreer.
“My mom is there, a Dark Priest. Do you really think that is the brightest idea?” questioned Amberlee, I didn’t see her boyfriend here, thank god.
“Guys, Thunder and I are going to search MARKA no matter what you say.” I grabbed onto Thunder’s hand and started to get out of the ship. “Even if we have to travel on foot.”
“This isn’t the smartest idea, Kimber!” Thunder shouted. “Do we have to my sister is about to give birth and I want to be alive when that happens.”
“Trust me, you will be alive.”
Blood:
I could smell MARKA from miles away from all the blood in that place; at least there were more babies than blood ,I thought, or not. “This place gives me too much bad memories.” Death, screams, rape, bloodshed, revenge, memories of those things all flew inside my head.
“I know, Kimber.” But, something felt wrong. No guards were at the entrance, and that was weird. When I was a commander here and the first thing I would do was put agents at the entrance so nobody could get in.
“We have to be quiet.”
“But, nobody is here.”
“That’s why.” I tiptoed slyly to the entrance door, which had changed. Right then it was wooden for some reason not iron. “Remember to stay quiet no matter what.”
“Alright.” Then I slowly opened the door that was unlocked, something wasn’t right about this; I just knew that something had to be up for MARKA to be stupid.
“Cheek if anybody is behind us and if there is an earthquake run like the wind.” It felt good to be a leader again; Fatima used to always be the leader years ago, and she was terrible.
“Okay, Kimber.” Thunder, who had a brown backpack, ripped blue jeans and a white v-neck tank top, took out binoculars from her bag. “All clear.”
“Are you sure?” I asked because if anybody saw us we would be dead, shoot till there was nothing left.
“Yes, when have I ever been unsure?”
“The test we had in college,” I joked. That joke was funny because it was true; Thunder asked me if question 6781 was A or X, and I said nothing.
“Very funny Kimber.” Then something went inside my head when Thunder said that, that was very funny, Kimber, tell it again and I will always laugh. The thing that messed up my system. Nathan, okay master I will tell it again. “Kimber, you are in lala land again.”
“Don’t worry about me.” Why are you doing this, Kimber, why are you joining them after all we gone through? Worry about me.
“Are you sure because you seem very off lately.” F*ck you, Nathan, I will take my own path. I tried to push the thoughts off of my head, but I couldn’t. I love you, but I can’t do this anymore.
“I’m fine, Thunder, let’s just go.”
“Yes, let’s get this over with.” I am going to make this over with no matter what. So, I went inside the dreadful place that used to be my home.
“This is the last place we need to cheek before we declare Luka dead,” I said, “so I am going to hope we bring her back.” When Fatima told the others and me Luka got taken away from them and that Wilden was evil almost everybody burst into tears; I was the only one with a dry face.
“Yeah.” The halls were empty like the entrance, but I could smell the blood. You are not holding the gun correctly, there would only be your blood if you hold it like that. You want others to feel the pain not you. “Wait did you see that?” Then I saw a flash of blonde hair, crap.
“We have to go now!” We started to run for our lives, the flashes followed us.
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“The answer was actually E, neither A or X.” Question 6781: What is the most powerful of evil creatures to walk the world? A: Dark Priest...X: MARKA...E: Wrath Crystals. “Thank god Wrath Crystals are dead.”
“Now the answer is X.” Nathan jumped in front of us. Wrath Crystals killed eighty percent of the population until the first unicron was made, Kimber. Now let’s kill more than eighty percent. He had a gun in his hand, his finger on the trigger.
“S*it, Thunder you’re dream of seeing your sister again is now ruined.” I quickly got out one of my guns out of her pack. “But, who says we can’t go down without a fight?” So, Thunder got her favorite weapon, her lightning sword.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” There was fright in Thunder’s voice, and her hands were shaking when something else came out. Rikku.
“Pathetic mortals,” laughed Death Dreamer. I will never leave your side, Kimber, because I won’t. Seeing her like this made me want to cry, but my purpose was not to cry, it was to fight.
“Pathetic b*tch, wait you are a f*cker not a b*tch.” I waited for an attack, yet nothing came, nothing.
“We don’t want to fight we just want something of yours, Kimber.” That scared me that he wanted something of mine, probably my soul. He was a greedy man filled with lust, envy, and wrath; Nathan deserved to die but why was I saying no.
“What, Nathan?”
“You.” I dropped my gun, and opened my mouth. He wanted me, my body and my soul.
“What the h*ll, you’re not having her you son of a b*tch!” Thunder protected me with her body; I just pushed her off of me.
“Nathan, you have a deal.” Then I walked towards him, frightened.
“Kimber, what are you doing?” But, Thunder disappeared into thin air before she could try to save me.
“Is she alright?”
“She teleported to the rest of you.” He bound my hands with wires that made my hands bleed, but it did not hurt.
“You are going to be with us again.” Nathan turned me around and stroked my face. “We can be together again.” I love you. I tried to get the potion off of my head for years, yet I couldn’t. Nathan was my weakness.
“You’re going to make me evil again.” At that moment I could not stop crying; I was going to be one of them once again. We would be together again, commander Kimber and master Nathan.
“Don’t you want to visit the labs again?”
“No.”
“Too bad,” Rikku responded. She was shining so bright that it hurt my eyes that were already hurting by all my bloody tears. My tears of blood. The purpose of MARKA is to kill everybody and bring pain to the world. All my memories would be forgotten but the ones Nathan wanted me to have. I was still trying to piece some of my childhood memories for Pete’s sake, and all my progress would be lost because of one stupid decision.
“I’m going to die and turn into a completely different person.” No more Kimber, commander was coming back. No more me; only the slave Nathan wanted me to be.
The labs:
Kids were being operated on to make them pure evil, no love no guilt only evil only darkness. “Take a seat here.” Nathan placed me on the work table where a robot went up to me with the microchip, the thing that partly fell out of me.
“No, ahh!” The robot pull the chip in my eye...Nathan was my master and I would do anything to obey him, anything under the rainbow.
“Welcome back commander Kimber.”
“It is good to be back.” I got off of the table, and looked around at the wonder of insidious things. The kids screaming, the robots working, all of the slaves.
“What do you think of this person?” Nathan pulled out a person of a girl with pinkish hair with the name Thunder on the bottom of it, she was smiling. I grabbed the photo from Nathan, and teared it into a billion pieces.
“Everybody that isn’t a part of us should die.” The pieces of Thunder fell down to my feet so I kicked team not giving a crap about her, she was still smiling.
“Now all of these people.” He gave me another picture of a family of five, also smiling. The oldest woman was holding a little baby that had brown hair, all of the family had brown hair. Everybody was labeled but the small little baby, yet I got out my gun and grabbed the photo from Nathan. Then I shoot the photo and it turned into dust.
“What do you think I am, a sympathetic idiot?” I put my gun in my pocket, and yawned. “Where is the action?”
“It is coming soon I just need to do something.” He bought out scissors and cut off half of my hair making my hair look half-shaven.
“Where is my team?” I questioned.
“Here are the best we could find.” An army of ten teens came in the room, armed and ready to fight.
“Show me what you got.” I took out one of the unturned we had in there, and pushed the little girl in front of them. “Kill her.”
“Pl-” The ten agents shot her all in the same place, the heart.
“Give her the muck,” one of the agents commanded. Then robots got out a bath of black muck, and put the girl in it. She turned into a Dark Priest in just a matter of seconds.
“I’m impressed, I guess I’m going to take you guys. Now where do we go now?”
“Here is the directions to it.” Nathan gave me a piece of technology, and I looked at it.
“Basil, hm should be easy.” Then I showed my agents the machine; so we ran out of the room to get on our helicopter.
It was a little town except for the mansion in the outskirts:
“We are here.” Then I landed the helicopter in the middle of the town, and everybody ran. There was the word MARKA on the side because that was sadly the only helicopter we had, so I couldn’t destroy it.
“Remember the plan or you guys will die.” We got out of the helicopter and shoot whoever we saw. “We need to go to the mansion, guys?” I turned around, and my own team was dead. “I said follow the plan.”
“Kimber, no, no way! What did they do to you?” It was the girl in the picture I tore up earlier, time for her to die. Yet, she vanished into nowhere, weird.
“What was that about?” I wondered.
The mansion:
“This is where i’m supposed to go.” I broke down the door, and the only things in the front room was furniture and a doll. “What a beautiful doll.” So, I picked the doll up and tore it plastic head into two. Then I heard something that sounded like it was upstairs; I climbed up the stairs to check it out.
“Anybody here?” I asked when I was up the stairs and when I turned around I saw the girl that had pinkish hair protect a girl that looked like her who was big.
“Kimber, don’t.”
“You again.” That girl seemed to be everywhere that day, and she seemed like she knew me, but I didn’t know her.
“Snap out of it!” A guy with blonde hair appeared out of a closet with a unicron girl with a baby girl in her arms, they looked scared.
“The others aren’t here,” the woman with the baby in her arms said. “So, time to do this.” Then I jumped up to the ceiling when the blonde man lunged at me.
“Where is she?” I wanted to come down to get my gun with I stupidly dropped, but I told myself not to be seen by anybody especially the pink haired girl.
“Did she go?”
“No, she left her gun.” The man pointed out my gun to the girl with the baby.
“I can’t believe that they turned her back into one of them,” the pink haired cried. The girl gave me a bad feeling, and it made me feel like I was missing something.
“Something just have to happen, Thunder.” The other pinked hair girl tried to put her hand on her savior’s shoulder, but ‘Thunder’ wouldn’t let her.
“But not this thing!” Thunder yelled. “Who knows what would happen because of this.”
“Guys, we do need to go Clary I think he is starting to worry about us.”
“Hail, we can’t go with Kimber in the house,” Thunder answered with a tear coming out of her eye. She made the girl stay where she was, and brought out a lightning sword.
“Okay sis.”
“And, how are we going to get her out?” the man questioned. Then he walked over to my gun and picked it up, that upsetted me. So, I looked around the roof; I knew this was the house of the once great and powerful Wilden so there was going to be something hidden.
“Gosh, I hate looking for things,” I whispered to myself. Then I stopped when I heard some words, I love you. It was the voice of that Thunder jerk.
“Don’t worry guys we are going to find Kimber.” The baby started to cry, and it was annoying. But, then I noticed something in the corner of my eyes, an old fashioned sword.
“Bullseye.” So, I crawled over to it, and took it without any noise.
“I think we can go.”
“No, we can’t Yuni.”
“Tyler, i’m pretty sure we can go now.” I heard footsteps, and the baby was still crying. “It is not good for Amaris to stay here.”
“Yuni!”
“Don’t worry I will be alright.” Then I reached to the end of the roof, so I could see the unicron, Yuni I thought her name was.
“Okay, Yuni.” The blonde guy wouldn’t move though; he had his arms crossed with my gun in his back pocket.
“I’m going to go, Ty-” Blood was now on the perfect swords, and some guts. The baby dropped to the ground, crying more than before. My sword was in the unicron’s stomach and I pulled it out. She then dropped on the floor, dead.
“YUNI! KIMBER, YOU B*TCH!” There were tears all over the floor mixing into the blood. Yuni’s eyes were wide open, but dead.
“Mission almost complete!” Yet, after I said that, I got knocked out.
I woke up:
Then I realized that I was all tied up to a chair in the middle of a room with only one other chair and a light. It blinded me, the light, because my eyes didn’t adjust. “What is this nonsense?” I couldn’t see anybody, but I could sense somebody, probably that pink haired girl.
“You killed Yuni, Kimber!” It was the blonde guy again that came out first. Then a lot of other people came out after the blonde, frowning.
“It is my job to kill.”
“I told you MARKA got her. Just look and hear her she is one of them again,” Thunder yelled. Gosh, I hated that pink haired girl.
“Oh come on.” A girl with two faces ran up to me, Fatima.
“The betrayer is here. No wonder why this place is f*cked up.” Fatima slapped me in the face, and glazed into my eyes. She then started to pull at something in my left eye, the microchip. But, I fought her off by shaking my head like crazy.
“Of course they took away her memory at least some of it. There is only one way to find out.” Fatima took out a photo of Nathan; it was the same test that, well, Nathan gave me. “What do you think about him?”
“Nathan is my master.” I felt a little bit uncomfortable with all the people staring at me, wanting me to die or tell secrets.
“Crap, this is bad.” She then pulled out a photo of Thunder, the same one Nathan had. “What do you think about her?”
“F*ck her!” Then I tried to get out, but I couldn’t. The wire cuted my skin, but it didn’t hurt whatsoever.
“Well, you are back to your old, old self. That is really bad.” I still tried to get out; none of my attempts never worked.
“This is how I always been.” Then I felt a breeze, which was weird because there were no openings. That was when I looked up to see that the roof was gone, and there was an aircraft, a MARKA aircraft, flying in destroying everything.
“We have to get out of here!” All the other people ran for their lives, but I grinned.
“Kimber, get up here.” One of the agents in the helicopter, which I did not know how they got it, threw a rope down to me. “We have a bomb.”
“Throw it in the place.” Then the agent did exactly what I ordered him to do, and then we lit a match and somehow lit the bomb. “Alright, we have to get out of here before we get blown to bits, and die.” Only some of the people made it out; the rest of them blew into a billion pieces. The guts going everywhere made a brilliant show.
“Your plan worked commander Kimber.”
“When have my plans ever failed?” I questioned, never. The guy was probably a newby, but the world always had unspeakable crap at every corner. Because, I was at every corner.
“Um, never commander Kimber.” The agent moved over to the other side, and held out a device.
“What are you doing, agent?” He then looked at the scene and pressed onto the screen; the agent was super focused on the scene.
“Here are the names of the people who survived, Kimber.” Then he showed me the scene and read the names off of the list.
“Thunder Sveentime, Hail Joingstrom, Fatima Owing, Kirami Owing, Tyler Fern, Amaris Fern, Vy Tellingston, Violet Eells, Vy Eells, Amaya Owing, Enya Owing, Howahkan Owing, Amberlee McIrish, and, oh look, Andru and Suki.”
“Gosh, at least we got some people.” He put the machine back in his pocket, but I wanted more people to die.
“Not enough, but it feels go to out on the field again.” I crossed my arms; I was bored of life.
“The agency will try harder next time.”
“You know that those people are the people that defeated, and killed, Envy. They need to die,” I said.
“Commander Kimber you need to know something that we just figured out just seconds ago.” I surely hoped that it was a bad thing; that what I always thought in my rein.
“What is it agent?”
“Um, it is about Envy. We could make the monster again if we had a person with the same blood as Jack, you know the last person. That means we could only do it with two people.” He showed me the names of Tyler and Amaris again, and I made it sink into my mind. So, then he tapped on the names, and showed pictures of them.
“Alright, time to do this thing. Pilot go back to headquarters now.” I then grabbed onto the side of the helicopter. The only thing that ruined the picture has the lives, but I didn’t care.
Back at headquarters:
“How did the mission go?” Nathan somehow appeared in the hallway right in front of my eyes, he smiled.
“Well, let’s see the only people that are still alive are Thunder Sveentime, Hail Joingstrom, Fatima Owing, Kirami Owing, Tyler Fern, Amaris Fern, Vy Tellingston, Violet Eells, Vy Eells, Amaya Owing, Enya Owing, Howahkan Owing, Amberlee McIrish, and your remaining children, Andru and Suki.” I did not want master to be disappointed, but I had to tell him the truth.
“You mean Yuni is dead?”
“Yes, I killed her myself with this sword.” I showed master my sword, the blood was still on it.
“You are amazing. Yuni aided in the deaths of the ridiculous b*tch she was named after and Envy; things are looking up for MARKA. All hail the great and powerful MARKA.” He walked away, smiling as before. So, I put the sword in the new agent’s hands and ran over to the entrance.
“What are you doing, commander Kimber?”
“Somebody has to do this. Only Rikku and Suki would be Death Dreamers; everybody else becomes a Dark Priest,” I answered. But, I knew something was up with the group I kept seeing; they seemed to be mourning before anybody died. Or they were mourning death. It was probably also the breaking point for them for being away from reality, I thought.
“Should somebody come with you?” The agent sounded concerned for me; agents weren’t supposed to be concerned whatsoever.
“The pilot, I don’t know how to fly.”
“Anybody else?” But, then something flew into my head, a memory. No, don’t take her, don’t take Ki-. MARKA employees weren’t allowed to remember anything master didn’t want us too, so why were these memories haunting me? MOMMY! What were these memories, and what did they mean.
“No, just the pilot ,agent.” Lexia, why did you have to die? There was a fire playing inside my head. Daddy, help me! Bodies of children, teens, and adults.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Let go of her you son of b*tches! BOOM. The things wouldn’t go away; they were staying with me, forever. Why? Then the horror of the memory stopped, finally.
“Alright, i’m just going to go now.” But, after the hell, I remembered a name, Luka.
“Wait, do you have anybody...oh never mind.” After that, I went outside, hoping that no sons of b*tches would sneak up on me, none did.
“Where is that helicopter when you need it?” I questioned. But, when I found it seconds later, it was destroyed. I heard the sound of a crying baby in the distance, they were here.
“Crap.” Then I felt something in my pocket, and I picked it out, it was a radio. Sadly, the battery was dead. “I guess this thing is useless.” I then threw the piece of metal on the ground; something didn’t feel right about doing that, so I picked it up. The alarms went off. Smiling, I began my journey to find that group and the truth.
Two years later:
Something still didn’t feel right after all the years of searching for the truth about my visions and that little group. Something felt wrong. “Commander Kimber, we have sightings of the rebels.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s move our a*ses over there.” Then the agent gave me the location, Basil. “They always seem to be in the same old f*cking town.”
“Yeah, I think that is where their base is.”
“No, they just like going there.” I looked at the new and improved MARKA; we had about a thousand helicopters now, tons more agents because everybody loved having babies, and tons more of Dark Priests also. We were almost unstoppable; we just needed a person with the same blood as Jack.
“Yes, they do.” Kimber, you are such a pretty girl. No not again, I thought, anything but the stupid memories.
“Alright team, let’s do this thing.” My head was still half shaven, but my unshaven part had longer hair with grey streaks. Just the way master liked it. But, the girls at school say i’m ugly, daddy.
“Everybody knows where to go,” said the agent next to me. So, with that being said, I jumped onto the nearest helicopter. Ignore what they say because you are beautiful no matter what they say. I punched my head, but the images kept playing anyways.
“Okay, pilot time to fly.” The wind felt good on my face when we were going more up. Daddy, what is wind made of?
“This will only take a couple minutes,” informed the pilot.
“Yep.” I loved looking out at the mid afternoon sky and seeing all the chaos in the world, and that chaos was mostly because of us, MARKA: Marked for life.
“Urgh, only if it took less time.” The agent with me got on my nerves; I hated it when people like him complained.
“Patience, agent.” He just crossed his arms, and started to whistle over the rainbow. “We will get the bloodshed we need when we get there.”
“That is what you have been saying for years.” Now he was also crossing his legs like a pussy. Why do you have to be so hard to handle, Kimber, why can’t you just be like the other kids?
“Maybe, if you get patient we would be the rulers of the world.” I grinned, good one Kimber I told myself. I’m always the one you hate; i’m not good enough for you, aren’t I, mother?
“Are you blaming me for always losing?”
“Yes, I am ,agent.”
At the place we traced the signal:
It was the mansion that I killed Yuni in, one of the only people that fell down in that silly rebellious crew. “Ha, this place again. Remember to be slow and to have stealth.”
“Yes, commander Kimber.” I slowly opened the door, and there was nobody in my sight.
“Upstairs, people,” I whispered. Then I saw a doll with its head tore into two pieces; the place barely changed from when I was here last. So, we went up the stairs slowly. I had my new gun ready, and my sword in my weapon bag.
“Oh my god,” screamed one of the agents in front of me, he was new. And, I pushed the newby out of my way and saw it too. A rope was tied to the top of the room, and the smell of death filled up the room.
“Don’t be alarmed. Like seriously why will you be alarmed by death.” The end of the rope was on a neck of a man who had blonde hair, one of Jack’s blood. His blue eyes were completely opened and weren’t blinking at all.
“The man-”
“Committed suicide, yes. The only reason I feel for this death is that we could have used him to make Envy. There are only two people left we can use.” After I finished saying what I was saying, I heard a baby cry. A baby of the fern blood. “And, one of those people are here. A little two year old, not cute.” When you were two you would never complain, but now you are a f*cking b*tch. No not again.
“Should we take her?” Mommy, stop it! You’re hurting me! It was weird that I only remembered words, but not images.
“What do you think?” Kimber, you are being a f*cking b*tch! Get out of my mind!
“Yes, get the baby.” I’m going to call MARKA, Kimber, if you keep this up. Then I looked at Tyler; something in me told me I knew Tyler. He was dead, nothing mattered.
“Amaris, the child of the moon, is now ours.” Amaris was still crying, but I didn’t care. You wouldn’t dare call MARKA! They will kill everybody including you.
“Envy is going to be back?” questioned the agent holding the little child.
“Yes, more powerful than ever. This child is the flesh and blood of a fern and a defeater.” I don’t care; I will do anything to get you out of my life. Both of Amaris’s parents were dead because of us, and now she was going to be one of us, MARKA. MARKA, the end of the world.
“Well that is going to good.” The person with Amaris was a girl; she had a similar voice to my mother.
“Come on, we have to go back. Master is going to be proud of this.” But, the agents wouldn’t move a muscle. “What are you doing?” They all disappeared, yet Amaris was on the ground, not crying but alive. “That is weird well better get Amaris.” You are a horrible person, Kimber.
Back to headquarters:
“Master, look what I got.” I saw Nathan in the corner of the hallway, smoking. He then saw the baby, who was awake. “It is Amaris Fern.”
“Good, Kimber. Did you find anything else?” Nathan went closer to me, and I could smell the smoke.
“Tyler Fern committed suicide, master.” Mommy, I could commit suicide and you wouldn’t even care. Amaris then looked at Nathan, and cried like crazy.
“This is turning out better than I planned.” His eyes were turning red, insanity. I would rejoice if you did so.
“That’s wonderful,” I said. That is not wonderful, Kimber, you can’t do anything right. I was annoyed by Amaris, and wanted to do do something with her, but I didn’t know what.
“But, we could have used him except for this baby. But, Amaris here is the flesh and blood of a Fern and a defeater.” Her black eyes stared in mine, trying to find an answer.
“That fact is what makes Amaris more powerful than them; she is the power of them combined. And, it has been two years since we had any troubles.” You are us combined, Kimber, but something made you a b*tch; that makes you only my blood not my daughter.
“So, we do the operation right now?” The operation, a.k.a the operation of destruction, the operation we must do to make Envy.
“Yes, we do.” Nathan took Amaris from my arms and walked down the hallway.
“Do I come with you?” Then Nathan turned around, and the baby cried and cried.
“Ha, you are the only reason we have this. Come on, commander Kimber.”
“Wow only the best of the best watch this.” I ran to Nathan, happy; I was one of the best. You will never be the best! At that point, I ignored my memories that I had.
“I know that.” I know that, mommy, only Mona could be the best. Why did my younger self believe in Mona being first?
“Of course you do master Nathan.” I’m your master, STOP BELIEVING IN MONA BEING FIRST. The screams haunted my mind, but not me.
“I’m always the best.” Full of himself, yet what type of leader wouldn’t be. We continued on walking down the hallway until we reached a door.
“Why are we stopping? We should just make this over with master!”
“I will take a couple minutes.” He handed Amaris to me; she finally stopped crying. Stop crying. WHACK! Stop crying!
“Alright.” I can’t! It felt like I was having another person’s memories; it was a man not a woman, and it didn’t sound like my father and the person crying was a boy.
“If you need me just...get somebody else.” Nathan slammed the down in front of my face.
“Time to be one of us, Amaris.” There was something missing at that moment, a woman with a baby, no man.
“I want my daddy.” I was shocked that Amaris could speak, but I didn’t know that much about babies; just I know the fact that I hated them.
“You can’t.” Then I ran down the rest of the hallway, and covered Amaris’s mouth. You can’t do anything right. These memories did nothing but confuse me. At least at that moment. For some reason Amaris didn’t cry or fight; she moved that was it.
At the operation room:
I closed the door behind me slowly to see if Nathan was there, he wasn’t. But, then he was running to the door, so I opened it. “Come right in master Nathan.” I AM YOUR MASTER. My mother’s voice was back in my head.
“Yep, alright is everything ready?” The doctors in the room nodded their heads to Nathan’s question.
“Place the baby on the table.” It puzzled me that the doctors already knew what to do, and nobody even freaking told them. Did they read minds are something?
“Her name is Amaris Fern. Remember that because that is going to be the name of the new Envy, the destroyer of all life.” I put Amaris on the table. The foul wasn’t scared; she did not even know what was going on. You are a foul, mother, if you call MARKA!
“Alright, Amaris, this won’t hurt a bit.” But, they will hurt you so bad, Kimber, it will be worth it. They then put a needle in the baby’s arm, and she cried and fell down. “Time to operate. If you don’t like blood, commander Kimber, you can turn away now. You have been warned.” You can turn away now because they will tear you into pieces, lots and lots of tiny little pieces.
“I love blood, doctor. I kill people for a living.” I crossed my arms, and looked at the sleeping girl. Her eyes were closed; she didn’t expect a thing about us.
“Alright, Callum hand me the tools.” The man right next to the guy that was talking handed the main doctor a big red box with the word MARKA on it. Those words seemed to be staring at me.
“What exactly do you do to the people that turn into Envy?” I questioned. I felt concerned; I wasn’t supposed to feel this way whatsoever. Aren’t you supposed to be the one that is not scared of anything, even MARKA?
“You will see.” He pulled out a saw, and then studied Amaris. “Commander Kimber, you have one more chance to get out that door.”
“I’m not scared, doctor, stop treating me like a five year old about to go on their first roller coaster.” My arms were still crossed until I heard a new voice in my head. Tyler! What was this nonsense I didn’t care for anyone expect for myself and master. But, something made me envious of the voice of my head.
“Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” The doctor put on blue gloves on his hands.
“You didn’t need to warn me in the first place, doctor.” Who isn’t scared of MARKA; they kill everybody in their way!
“Are you sure?”
“Doctor, are you doing this because i’m a woman, sexist.” There is nothing you feared you said, Kimber.
“Let’s just make this over with,” said the sexist doctor. That was when I was younger. Stop it. STOP IT! STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was tired of these memories one moment, and ignoring them the other. What was wrong with me?
“Yeah.” You are still as naive as you ever were; that is the only thing that had changed. B*tch, I thought, she told herself that I would always be weak; look at me now, mother. “Time to watch a show.” But, if the doctor made another sexist comment I was going to rip his head off and shove it into Amaris’s mouth and make Callum, if that was the guy’s name next to him, take over the sugery.
“Watch and learn.” The saw, it was evil, pure evil.
“Alright.” You are the one that is naive and stupid, mother, why can’t you see that? You can’t do anything right; that is why I am this way. For some reason I wanted to cry, no I must not cry. MARKA never cried for sadness only for joy and death, two of the same things in our world. No matter what death of a person would bring joy to somebody or something.
“I am ready for this.”
My girl is finally back in beauty white! I missed her a lot, half a year was a long time without her... I've always dreamed of ws Patrick but I can't afford two same dolls so her skintone had to change, so why not!
Naomi usually has white freckles, but I wasn't able to make them look good... Sorry Naomi! >3<
Faceup by me~
I took two same pictures, but focusing on different objects. This picture here focus on the background.
Young Gorgonocephalus arcticus was "born" inside soft coral Gersemia fructicosa and now eat two same corals
This Alexander Midland Fleetline was taking it all in its stride, and making easier work of the climb than the previous two. Same hill really, just a bit nearer to the station, and a different backdrop.
circa 2003
I made this sleak curved choker bead using my Draped Bead technique. Built through a series of firings, the bead's curved surface was achieved by draping a thin cane slice over an aluminum tube. This same tube was also then built into the piece, sandwiched between the decorative front veneer and a solid colour clay backing, forming the interior hole through which the bead is strung.
The pinwheel veneer artwork is a cane slice from a complex millefiori cane I made by combining three triangular components (two beige, one blue) into a single triangle cane. That triangle was pinched and doubled into an equilateral triangle, and then I repeated that triangle around a blended bullseye centre six times. See that?
P.S. To make the above design, I pinched a blended beige rectilinear cane into a triangle. I did the same with a blended blue cane, and then reduced them both into two same-length longer components. I used two thirds of the beige cane, and one third of the blue cane to make this beige flower design. That meant I had one third of the beige and two thirds of the blue left over, enough to build a second cane exactly the same way, but with the reverse colour scheme: a blue flower on a beige background. With a little planning, I was able to use the same components to get two companion cane designs. Got it?
French inspired. Graceful. Feminine.
Skinny long necklace, almost like a lariat. There are so many ways to wear this piece. Wrap it round twice and position wherever you like, there is no two same pattern on the necklace. Wear it long on its own, or can be layered with other necklaces.
Rive emanates an air of vintage charm with everything in beautiful sepia tone. A graceful and romantic ensemble of cream Swarovski pearls, sparkling glass beads from Poland in pale golden and smoky quartz shades, petite cream lace flowers, fine antique brass filigrees, tiny rose charm, several types of antique brass chains and more.
Photos ... of ... These Two!
Same lighting setup as for the others.
Strobist:
Ranger A Head, A port at 5.0, 135 Midi Octa with both diffusers, behind and just above me (See catchlight).
Ranger Quadra A Head, A port at 4.0, 100 Deep Octa with both diffusers, above subjects.
Ranger Quadra A Head, A port at 4.5, 130x50 strip with both diffusers, rear camera left
Ranger Quadra A Head, A port at 4.5, 130x50 strip with both diffusers, rear camera right
RX600, 5.0, 21cm reflector, rear camera left to light white background.
RX600, 5.0, 21cm reflector, rear camera right to light white background.
Triggered by Skyport Speed.