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What I Wore 5/3/26...
... striped tank, J.Crew striped ankle tie espadrilles, Marc Jacobs leather... up...Chico's beaded bracelet, Brighton filigree hinged cuff, sterling silver heart toggle...
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..., two-tones sleeves, roll up (pants), ankle, vest:: long sleeves, sleeves on... loafers, silver thin necklace, pants cover the shoes, bracelet on clothes, bracelet on... hand warmers, silver necklace, chain, -2::Jogger Pants, ankle:: muted blue dress..., -3::shirt tucked in, belt, ankle:: gray sneakers, chunky sneakers, loose..., bare shoulders, bracelets, bracelet on spiked, chain, -3::ankle, jacket:: 죄다...
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RE:Persona Magical Derby (Persona x Umamusume: Pretty Derby Crossover Project)
..., before grabbing her by the ankle and disdainfully flinging it to ... Sky. Special Week. The only silver lining for Grass here would ... Narita Brian's cleat shaped leg bracelet, and throwing up an earth...
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RE:SAPR [RWBY/MLP]
... wrapped its teeth around her ankle, and she stumbled backwards onto..., killing the creep worrying Bruna's ankle with a blast of magic... upon their fingers, gold and silver adorned with jewels and gemstones. ... truth, nopony knew where the Bracelet of Projection, which Passion Burning ...
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여캐 일상복 15개
... sneakers, gum sole shoes, bracelet, gold bracelet 2. red gingham camisole top..., burgundy checkered shorts, white socks, ankle socks, ugg slippers, brown slippers... shoulder bag, sunglasses, black sunglasses, silver hoop earrings, platform sandals, black...
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RE:Greenverse Feats and Source Thread
... one blow. Molly has a bracelet charm she can turn into ... dress, revealing a dainty silver charm bracelet around her left ankle. She snapped one... it up: a delicate little silver motorcycle. Molly muttered a few... you expect from a charm bracelet?" Rocket launcher shot harmlessly ricochets... turned it back into a silver charm. I armoured down, and ...
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허접 옷 프롬
...slouchy shape::, star-shaped hair accessories, silver metallic star hair clips, minimal...color::, slouchy gothic silhouette, layered silver cross necklaces, long dangling chains... skirt, metallic blue and silver, 10. sleeveless cropped athletic top... patchwork, simple white pearl bead bracelet, soft denim shoulder bag, holding...long plaid skirt, mid-calf to ankle length, tiered skirt construction with ...
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[PSX] W: Nothing, [H]: Every farmable weapon, shield, staff and armor set in the base game + DLC
So I was farming for every farmable weapon so I could power stance whatever weapons that I so pleased. Obviously I can't do this for a lot of weapons, because they have finite and fixed drops, generally of the variety of one per NG cycle. But I did get a minimum of 2 of every farmable weapon, and a lot more of some other weapons in the process. I also got literally every armor piece and armor set in the whole game, sans a single set I'm working on getting. I want to get all my weapons to +9/+24, but also want to declutter my inventory without just dropping everything, as some things are quite rare and difficult to obtain. So I'm offering a giveaway. If I have more copies of whatever you want, than what I want to keep, I'll give it to you. I have the following items in the given quantities of excess. 1 dagger, 2 great knives, 1 fire knights short sword, 2 short swords, 2 lordsworn straight swords, 2 nobles Slender swords, 1 knights greatsword, 1 banished knights greatsword, 3 cleanrot Knights swords, 3 falchions, 2 horned warriors swords, 3 dismounters, 1 curse blades cirque, 2 forked hatchets, 3 Messmer soldier's axe's, 1 iron cleaver, 3 celebrant's Cleaver's, 1 great omenkiller cleaver, 1 warpick, 3 monks flamemaces, 2 curved great clubs, 1 battle Hammer, 1 envoys Longhorn, 1 duelist greataxe, 2 partisans, 2 vulgar militia shotels, 2 vulgar militia saws, 2 pest glaives 1 shortbow, 5 red branch shortbows, 1 misbegotten shortbow, 2 albinauric bows, 2 great bows, 8 soldier's crossbows, 1 heavy crossbow 2 academy glintstone staves, 1 staff of the guilty 1 rickety shield, 1 scripture wooden shield, 1 man serpent shield, 1 perfumers shield, 1 sun realm shield, 3 brass shields, 1 Messmer soldier shield, 1 banished Knight's shield, 1 albinauric shield, 1 eclipse crest Great shield 1 commoners headband (altered), 1 aristocrats headband, 1 aristocrats hat, 1 old aristocrats cowl, 3 page hoods, 5 festive hoods, 2 blue festive hoods, 1 black dumpling, 3 depraved perfumers headscarves, 5 great horned headbands, 1 imp head (cat), 1 imp head (wolf), 1 imp head (long tongued), 1 foot soldier helm, 1 foot soldier cap, 4 sacred crown helms, 4 highwayman hoods, 2 common soldier helms, 3 shadow militiamen helms, 2 duelist helms, 1 nox monk hood, 3 nox swordstress crowns, 3 night maidens twin crowns, 2 curse blades masks, 2 godrick soldier helms, 1 Radahn soldier helm, 4 Haligtree helms, 6 Messmer soldier helms, 3 Exile hoods, 1 kaiden helm, 6 marionette soldier helms, 6 fire monks hoods, 1 cuckoo Knight helm, 1 redmane Knight helm, 5 black knight helms, 10 cleanrot helms, 1 horned warrior helm, 1 divine beast helm, 2 banished knights helms, 2 pumpkin helms 1 commoners garb, 2 aristocrat garbs, 1 aristocrat garb (altered), 3 aristocrat coats, 6 old aristocrat gowns, 3 page garbs, 2 guardians garbs, 6 festive garbs, 13 festive garbs (altered), 9 blue festive garbs, 2 Raya lucarian robes, 1 perfumers robe, 7 fur raiments, 1 foot soldier tabard, 6 leather draped tabards, 1 chain draped tabard, 4 ivory draped tabards, 1 scarlet tabard, 2 highwayman's cloth armors, 1 common soldier cloth armor, 3 shadow militiamen armors, 3 ascetics loincloth's, 1 tree and beast surcoat, 1 redmane surcoat, 1 Erdtree surcoat, 3 Haligtree crest surcoats, 3 mausoleum surcoats, 7 Messmer soldier's armors, 9 exile armors, 2 kaiden armors, 3 marionette soldier armors, 5 fire monks armors, 1 redmane Knight armor, 1 Haligtree Knight armor, 6 mausoleum Knight armors, 1 black knight armor, 18 cleanrot armors, 1 fire knight armor, 1 divine beast warrior armors, 5 banished knights armors (altered), 2 fire prelates armors 1 guardian bracers, 2 sorcerer manchetes, 1 perfumer gloves, 1 depraved perfumer gloves, 5 highwayman gauntlets, 2 common soldier gauntlets, 3 shadow militiamen gauntlets, 4 nox bracelets, 1 leather arm wraps, 3 ascetics wrist guards, 1 Radahn soldier gauntlets, 3 Haligtree gauntlets, 6 mausoleum gauntlets, 4 Messmer soldier gauntlets, 10 exile gauntlets, 3 kaiden gauntlets, 4 fire monks gauntlets, 3 redmane knights gauntlets, 2 Haligtree Knights gauntlets, 7 black knight gauntlets, 8 cleanrot gauntlets, 2 fire knight gauntlets, 3 banished Knight's gauntlets 1 commoner's shoes, 2 aristocrat's boots, 1 old aristocrat shoes, 1 page trousers, 4 guardians greaves, 1 sorcerer leggings, 3 perfumers sarongs, 1 consorts trousers, 1 fur leggings, 7 common soldiers greaves, 2 shadow militiamen greaves, 2 duelist greaves, 6 nox greaves, 1 leather leg wraps, 3 ascetic's ankle guards, 1 godrick soldier greaves, 1 Radahn soldier greaves, 1 Leyndell soldier greaves, 6 Haligtree greaves, 9 Messmer's soldier greaves, 11 exile greaves, 5 kaidens trousers, 1 blue silver mail skirt, 3 fire monks greaves, 1 Blackflame monk greaves, 1 redmane Knight greaves, 6 mausoleum knights greaves, 3 black knights greaves, 13 cleanrot greaves, 2 fire knight greaves, 5 banished knights greaves, and finally, 2 fire prelates greaves. If you want any of those things, I'm giving them away, so here's your opportunity. If you need any details about anything in order to "trade", just ask, and I will do my best to provide. submitted by /u/Radiant-Ask-5716 to r/PatchesEmporium [link] [comments]
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What jewelry would you recommend based on my style?
What jewelry options would you recommend for my everyday style? The first two photos are me on a typical office day and the third is me embracing a little more flair. I want to bring that out that more "feminine" side of myself with necklaces, bracelets and potentially earrings. I've been told thicker little hoop earrings would fit. I personally like the idea of a few necklaces of varying textures. I want to keep it sophisticated and elegant. Thoughts? submitted by /u/Helix_Division to r/mensfashion [link] [comments]
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Frederick County, MD Jane Doe, aka "Maryland's Unknown Child," (7/31/1991)
On July 31, 1991, a highway administration worker found the decomposed remains of a teenager or young woman under the Baker Hill Road embankment, on the southbound side of I-270, in Frederick County, Maryland. Sites have varying estimates for her postmortem Interval, ranging from one week (NamUs and Doe Network) to months (Unidentified Wiki), but the NCMEC has the interval as weeks. Though authorities could not determine her exact cause of death, it has been ruled a homicide that was thought to have taken place at another location. Per the FBI, the site where the Doe's remains were found was within 10 miles of a truck stop. In 1995, authorities looked into a possible suspect in her murder, Sean Goble, who had been convicted of two murders of sex workers in Tennessee and was suspected of a third murder in North Carolina, as well as several other murders. He would pick up his victims at gas stations along the interstates and dump their bodies further down the road. A search of his home found women's shoes and undergarments and the Doe was found without both. He has not officially been connected to this Doe's murder though. Description of NamUs #UP1665, ME/C Case 91-04413 Sex: Female Race / Ethnicity: White / Caucasian Estimated Age Range: 15-29 Height: 5'1, estimated Weight: unknown Hair Color: Brown, approximately 6 inches long Eye Color: unknown Distinguishing Marks: unknown Dentals: Available. Protruding and reversed front tooth on upper left side. (upper central incisor). Tooth 7, 8, 9, post mortem missing [both upper front teeth and the tooth to the right of them] No fingerprints or DNA available. Clothing: Blue denim skorts "Cap Ferrat" brand (size 11); tank top, possibly gray or black, dark colored Jewelry: An "Advance Digital" watch, silver colored with a gold face; An "Avon" sterling silver ring, with a diamond-like stone on right middle finger; A base metal ring in floral design with four stones missing (size 7 1/4); A silver alloy bangle wristband; A "Trifari" gold-plated wristband on left wrist [Trifari is a bridge costume jewelry brand that was sold in department stores]; A 19-inch herringbone necklace; A pink rope, ankle bracelet. Exclusions Kelly Dove Michaela Garecht Martha Green Shelley Hoke Susan Marable Alicia Markovich Tammy McCormick Nadine Mendonca Beth Plavnick Shannon Potter Patricia Schmidt Tiffany Sessions Terry Slaugenhoupt Heide Wilbur Lisa Zochowski Links: NamUs Doe Network NCMEC Unidentified Wiki DC News Now submitted by /u/blinkycosmocat to r/gratefuldoe [link] [comments]
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In Hindsight, Gideon's attraction to __ is painfully obvious [misc]
Gideon’s attraction to Harrow is so painfully obvious in hindsight. From Gideon’s POV, we get so many detailed descriptions of Harrow and her facial expressions. Gideon is always aware of exactly what Harrow is wearing or not wearing. We get at least 5 different descriptions of Harrow’s hands alone and what they’re doing. Who pays attention to someone’s hands that closely? Gideon, for some reason, is always paying attention to what Harrow is doing with her gloves or what state her ungloved hands are in. The clearest evidence of attraction, though, is how often Gideon gets flustered around Harrow. On a first read it just seems like Gideon is “embarrassed” by the most random things, which was confusing to me. But looking back, it’s obvious she wasn’t embarrassed per se. It makes so much sense that she refuses to label her attraction and instead mistakes it for embarrassment. If I quote all the times Gideon’s narration describes Harrow in detail I’m pretty sure I’d get a copyright strike for posting the entirety of the text of GtN, but here are the quotes I could find of Gideon being flustered: Chapter 2: Gideon gets flustered when Harrow takes off her robe and her bone jewelry but mislabels the feeling as “pity and disgust”: “Fine,” snarled Harrowhark, now in every appearance of a fine temper. She was struggling out of her long, ornate robes, the human rib cage she wore clasped around her long torso shining whitely against the black. Crux cried out in dismay as she began to detach the little silver snaps that held it to her chest, but she silenced him with a curt gesture as she took it off. Gideon knew what she was doing. A great wave of commingled pity and disgust moved through her as she watched Harrow take off her bone bracelets, the teeth she kept at her neck, the little bone studs in her ears. Just in gloves and boots and shirt and trousers, with her cropped black head and her face pinched with wrath, she seemed like what she really was: a desperate girl younger than Gideon, and rather small and feeble. “Look, Nonagesimus,” said Gideon, thoroughly unbalanced and now actually embarrassed, “cut the bull. Don’t do—whatever you’re about to do. Let me go.” Chapter 16: The expression on her face was completely alien. Harrowhark Nonagesimus was looking at her with unalloyed admiration. “But for the love of the Emperor, Griddle,” she said gruffly, “you are something else with that sword.” The blood all drained away from Gideon’s cheeks for some reason. The world spun off its axis. Bright spots sparked in her vision. She found herself saying, intelligently, “Mmf.” Harrowhark smiled. This smile was unusual too: it betokened conspiracy, which was normal, except that this one invited Gideon to be part of it. Her eyes glowed like coals with sheer collusion. Gideon didn’t know if she could handle all these new expressions on Harrow: she needed a lie down. Chapter 31: “The time has come—” She took a deep breath; and then she undid the catches to her robes, and they fell away from her thin shoulders to puddle around her ankles on the floor. “—to tell you everything,” she said. “Oh, thank God for that,” said Gideon hysterically, profoundly embarrassed at how her heart rate had spiked. submitted by /u/empquix to r/TheNinthHouse [link] [comments]
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Chunky ankle bracelet
This chunky ankle bracelet features a 14MM Cuban link design with a rhombus pattern, available in gold and silver colors. Perfect for summer beach outfits, this bold accessory adds a stylish statement to any look. The chunky ankle bracelet is made for women who love standout jewelry. submitted by /u/dadsflower to r/fashionreviews [link] [comments]
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In 1987 a whole family would vanish from Eugene, Oregon but I would take 20 years and family members on three continents before the mystery would begin to unravel. EXTENSIVE write up on the bizarre, still unsolved disappearance of the Narain family.
Discovery On Friday September 11th 1987 at about 10 am, three men fishing in the Lewis River in Woodland, Washington made a gruesome and unexpected discovery. Floating in some debris and stuck near some rocks, they discovered the headless and legless torso of a young woman. The torso was found in a shallow part of the Lewis River near the S. Pekin Road boat launch, about ¾ of a mile south of the Lewis River Bridge, where Interstate 5 crosses the river. Woodland is a small town which in 1987 had fewer than 2500 residents. It is located about 30 miles north of downtown Portland, Oregon. The torso was a shocking discovery for the small town and police were notified promptly. By Saturday September, 12th, scuba divers from nearby Portland, Oregon were brought in to find additional body parts in the river but none were found. A sniffer dog likewise, found no other remains. Officers at the scene reported to the local paper that the torso belonged to a “dark skinned, unidentified, homicide victim” who was “possibly Hispanic.” That same day the body was transported to an Oregon medical examiner for autopsy. The medical examiner determined that the woman had brown skin and was about 19 to 25 years old, probably closer to 19. He believed she had been in the water for either several days or up to a week. In life she would have been about 5 ft 3 in tall and weighed about 110 lbs. She had no scars or tattoos. She was also partially clothed. In his report he noted that the woman was most likely Hispanic but could have been Native American, or even a light skinned black woman but without a head and in the infancy of DNA testing, her race could not be determined for sure. Her cause of death was unknown but the medical examiner ruled the death a homicide. On Sunday the 13th, a transient man in Portland, Oregon discovered the upper portion of a thigh floating near the east bank of the Willamette river, about 30 miles south of the torso, near downtown Portland. Almost immediately, the medical examiner connected the thigh to the Woodland victim as both body parts showed signs of dismemberment and had the same dark skin tone. On the 14th, the victim’s other leg was found nearby. Interestingly, both legs were found between the Steele and Burnside Bridges, two roadways which abut Interstate 5. On Wednesday the 16th of September, investigators in Cowlitz county announced that the autopsy had revealed that the murder victim was two months pregnant and had given birth at least once in the past. They also announced that scuba divers in Portland had not turned up any additional remains and the woman’s head remained missing. Strangely, the body did not match any local missing persons’ cases and the mystery deepened. Despite Woodland’s low crime rate, not one but two serial killers were active in the general area. In the absence of other leads law enforcement contacted both the Molalla Forest task force in Clackamas County, Oregon and the Green River task force in King County, Washington as both unknown killers were leaving their victims, all young women, in the greater Portland area. Unfortunately neither task force had any leads on the woman's possible identity and investigators were back to square one. On September 24th, 1987 ten days later after the discovery of the second leg, a fisherman standing on the bank of the Cowlitz River just south of the Tennant Way Bridge in Kelso, Washington noticed what he thought was a stuffed animal. On closer examination it was actually the badly decomposed body of a baby girl. She was found floating near a log less than half of a mile from where the Cowlitz flows into the Columbia River. The fisherman promptly hopped into his truck and drove to the police station. After arriving at the scene police believed it was possible that the child had floated downstream, but the fisherman who found the body reported that debris was sometimes pushed upstream by the tidal Columbia, a view the police eventually adopted. Searches in the area uncovered no additional evidence. A local medical examiner determined the girl to be 18 to 24 months old. She was 31 inches long and weighed 25 pounds. She was found wearing a cotton diaper with pink safety pins on the outside, plastic pants, a black or red shirt with black, blue, and white stripes, and pink terry cloth shorts. She was badly decomposed and the autopsy revealed that she had been in the water for about three to four weeks. Although one report states she had been in the water three weeks to three months. She had died from one massive blow to the head, her tiny skull fractured behind her right ear. Like the woman found 10 days earlier, this victim was also determined to be Hispanic or possibly of Native American descent. The baby was found only 19 miles away from the woman's torso. Like other police departments before them, Kelso police had no luck identifying the child. In 1987 Woodland, Kelso, and Portland were all cities with a majority white populations. This fact made the discovery of the bodies even puzzling. Due to the similarities between the woman and child and their discovery only 10 days apart, police surmised that the two cases were related and believed it was possible that they were mother and daughter. Sergeant Wayne Nelson of the Kelso Police department stated “It would be very unusual to have two Hispanic murder victims found in Cowlitz County Waters”... “that are not linked.” He also called both unidentified decedents “victims of violent homicides.” Fingerprints were taken for the child and the woman but no matches were found and samples were sent to a laboratory in Texas, but the samples were delicate so the lab was unable to confirm that the two bodies were related. Detective Thompson of the Kelso police asked for the public's help and pleaded to the local newspaper “we need the public to tell us about women and children not seen in the last four to six weeks.” Despite dozens of leads since the woman was found, none helped the police get any closer to identifying the woman and child. A bulletin was issued to police in all west coast states to check for files of missing mothers and toddler daughters, but the search came up empty. October 9th a man fishing in the Cowlitz River discovered a blood-stained bed sheet which he quickly turned over to the police. The sheet contained blood, human hair, and animal hair and was submitted for testing to see if it could be matched to the unidentified woman and toddler who had been found in September. A week later it was determined that the blood did not belong to a human but rather a deer. At this point no new evidence had surfaced and within several months publicity had fizzled. All in all two victims were found in three separate rivers which don’t flow into each other. However, the locations of the remains were all close to Interstate 5 a freeway which travels north-south through Washington, Oregon, and California. Throughout the late 1980s and 1990s sporadic efforts were made to identify the pair including missing posters translated and sent to Mexico. Police hoped that if the woman was an immigrant perhaps family in her country of origin were missing her. Nearby Indian reservations were also sent posters but again nothing panned out. Articles in the nearest Spanish language newspaper, a periodical in Sunnyside, Washington, likewise produced no leads. In the early 2000s a memo was sent to the RCMP. Although DNA technology was much better than it had been in the 1980s, local police lacked the funding to exhume and DNA test the remains, especially since the samples they had were degraded from initial testing. In 2003 the Seattle Post Intelligencer newspaper ran a story on the unidentified remains from Washington state. Included was a retouched photo and a police sketch of the baby. The article also mentioned the pregnant woman recovered from the Lewis River in 1987, revealing that the woman was wearing a sheer pink two piece teddy nightgown made of nylon, blue-green Hanes brand underwear, two silver bangle bracelets, and had toenails and fingernails which were neatly painted red. It was this article that allowed two separate families in three separate countries to begin to unravel a decades long mystery. Identification To fully understand this story and its context it is necessary to go back to 1874. After a period of turmoil, both internal and external, the newly united Kingdom of Fiji was annexed by the British empire. Fiji was ripe for exploitation. Not only did the island have sandalwood trees, but the climate was right for both cotton and sugar cultivation. But with cultivation comes the need for labor and British India filled that void. Beginning in 1879 Indian indentured servants began arriving in Fiji. Over the next thirty seven years, 61,000 indentured Indian servants were transported to the islands that make up Fiji. After ten years of service, they were free to move back to India on the empire’s dime or stay in Fiji as “free immigrants.” The vast majority chose to stay. The workers were mostly from rural villages but came from all over the sub continent which resulted in a new language, culture, and identity slowly developing. The ethnic group came to be known as Indo-Fijian. By about the year 1900 skilled workers from India began to migrate to Fiji by their own free will, growing the Indian population yet again. In 1920 indentured servanthood was officially outlawed but by 1940, the Indian population of Fiji had eclipsed that of the native Fijians, a trend which continued until nearly 1990. Even today Indo- Fijians make up a large percent of the people living in Fiji. Raj Mati was one of a set of twins born to an Indo Fijian family near Bavevu, in central Viti Levu, Fiji in 1963. Sadly Raj’s twin died at six weeks old but Raj survived and became the youngest of her eleven siblings. The family lived in a metal shack near their 10 acre farm. Known to her family members as “Lalli'' which means little daughter in Hindi, Raj was a companion to her mother and best friends with her brother Biren Prasad. Even though her father died when she was a young child and the family lived in poverty, everyone remembered the family as happy and well adjusted. When Raj was a teenager she attended a newly constructed high school on Viti Levu. Here she had the opportunity to learn to read and write as well as speak English. In accordance with tradition, in 1983, a family friend of some of Raj’s brothers, Ashok Kumar Narain, asked to marry Raj. Ashok was from the same village as Raj and was friends with some of her brothers before he had the opportunity to move to America where he worked as a tailor. Seeing this as a positive opportunity for their sister, Raj’s family accepted the engagement. Both Biren and Jai, another of Raj’s brothers, remembered Ashok as a “normal guy” and considered the pair a good match. The timeline is not perfectly clear but it appears that Ashok had returned to his native Fiji after living in America for a while and planned on returning to America after his marriage to Raj. A huge ceremony was arranged on the family’s farm and Raj was married to Ashok. Within 24 hours Jai Prasad, Raj’s brother, was married to his wife, Caroline. Nine months later sometime in 1984, Raj and Ashok prepared to leave Fiji and begin their new life in America. She was 21 years old, Ashok was about 27. The family packed their things and boarded a bus to Fiji’s international airport to see the couple off. It was a five hour bus ride. At the airport, Raj cried knowing that she may never see her family again. Raj was not only the first of her family to immigrate to a new country, she was the first to ever leave the island of Viti Levu. Her brother Biren encouraged Ashok to comfort a crying Raj but to no avail. Raj and Ashok boarded their plane and moved to Eugene, Oregon, a town more than 110 miles south of Portland, Oregon. (It looks like Ashok had also lived in King Co. Washington at some point in time.) Raj kept in touch with her brothers via letters and sent audio tapes to her illiterate mother. Phone calls were expensive so letters were the best way to stay in touch. According to Jai, Raj sounded lonely. The couple rented a cheap apartment in downtown Eugene, Oregon. Picture here. https://www.google.com/maps/@44.0551171,-123.1034199,3a,75y,91.43h,90t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1stnnQJcK7n7wSIMrLRnp2dg!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fcb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile%26w%3D900%26h%3D600%26pitch%3D0%26panoid%3DtnnQJcK7n7wSIMrLRnp2dg%26yaw%3D91.43188!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI1MDcxNi4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D In 1985, she told Jai about the strange beauty of autumn and how odd it was to see leaves die and fall to the ground. Raj was troubled by the cold weather and bought her first jacket, a gray puffy parka. She sounded lonely, Jai reflected years later. Raj talked about watching television and tending to her husband but seemed to do little else. In another letter she thanked her brother Biren for sending her money so she and Ashok could buy a car, a 1980 Toyota Tercel. She never revealed any problems in her marriage. On June 29th, 1986 Raj gave birth to her first child, a daughter named Kamnee. She and her family were overjoyed and treasured the small wallet sized photo of the girl which was tucked into Raj’s letter. But sometime in 1987, Raj’s letters stopped. At first the family was not concerned, thinking that motherhood was probably taking up much of her time and energy but eventually they began to worry. By 2004, Jai had not heard from his sister in over 15 years. Now living in Sydney, Australia Jai asked his children to help him use the internet so he could search for his sister, but he found no trace of Raj or his niece, Kamnee. He called the FBI to report her missing but the agency suggested he hire a private investigator instead. This may have been because Jai reported that his sister lived in Eugene, California rather than Eugene, Oregon. Either way this did not deter Jai and he continued on his quest. In 2003, the Seattle Post Intelligencer released an article on the unidentified persons in Washington state. Included was a sketch of a baby found in a river in 1987. From the moment he first saw the sketch in April, 2006 Jai Prasad knew it was Kamnee. Furthermore, his woman’s description caught his eye, he knew that silver bangles and painted nails were both something that Raj would have worn. Jai called Kelso police department to report his suspicion. Police were skeptical of the lead as other tips about the child’s identity had led nowhere. Unable to take no as an answer Jai Prasad flew to the United States to give his DNA to investigators. In April, 2006 the same month Jai found the article about Baby Jane Doe, a Robert Narayan of Woodland, California called the Kelso police with a similar story. After seeing the 2003 article he called the Kelso police to report that he believed the baby found in the river was his niece, Kamnee. Moreover, Robert reported that he had not seen or heard from his brother Ashok since 1988. He could find no trace of his sister in law or his niece either. He, like Jai, had been looking for his brother for years. In September, 2006 the body of the two Jane Does found in the fall of 1987 were exhumed and compared to Jai’s DNA. A small group of mourners joined Jai by the graveside and held a small memorial. Jai didn’t need DNA, he knew the bones belonged to his sister and niece. He provided flowers and burial clothes for the pair. Two months later, a match was revealed but Raj’s family did not share this news publicly at the request of police, as they hoped to locate Ashok before the news broke publicly. In September, 2007 the two Jane Does were publicly revealed to be a match and were finally identified as Raj Mati Narain, age 24, and her daughter Kamnee Koushal Narain aged 14 months. The next month in October, Jai was permitted to bring the bodies back to Fiji so a ceremony could be held and their bodies laid to rest among friends and family**.** Over 500 mourners attended the services. With both mother and daughter identified, an investigation into their deaths could finally begin in earnest. Both Kamnee and Raj died in early September 1987, on approximately the 5th or 7th of that month, before being dumped in three separate rivers about 140 miles north of their home in Eugene, Oregon. The first order of business was to speak to Ashok Narain but police quickly hit a brick wall. Ashok disappeared sometime in 1987 or 1988, reports differ, not only in the date of his disappearance but also in basic details. Chief Criminal Deputy Charlie Rosenzweig, who was a one of the men who retrieved Kamnee’s body from the river in 1987, told the Seattle Post Intelligencer that deputies were able to track Ashok in the Eugene area through early 1988, possibly into the spring before Ashok vanished from the area for unknown reasons. Rosenzweig gathered this information through interviews with coworkers, although it should be noted that this information relies on 20 year old memories. Robert Narayan first reported that his brother vanished in April, 1988 and listed the date of last contact as April 1st, 1988. It is unknown if this is a solid date or an estimate. Articles over the next few months of 2007 report that Ashok disappeared from Eugene in “early 1988.” Some modern articles as well as Namus report that Ashok disappeared at the same time as his family in the fall of 1987. Police in Washington state reported that they contacted every single Ashok Kumar Narain living in Washington, Oregon, and California but none of these men are the correct Ashok. Articles seeking information about the whereabouts of Ashok have been disseminated in South Asian newspapers and communities in Canada on the off chance that Ashok escaped to an area with a large Indian or Indo-Fijian community but no solid leads have emerged. Police have also admitted that it is possible that Ashok was also murdered and his body has simply not been found. In 2011 Jai Prasad told the Longview Chronicle newspaper that Fijian immigration authorities told him that a man named Ashok Kumar Narain entered the country on May 12th, 1988 but they have no record of this man leaving Fiji. It is unclear if this is the same Ashok Narain who was married to Raj. To give an example of how common this name is, I found five men named Ashok Narain died in Fiji in 2023 alone. None had the correct birth date as the Ashok Narain who is wanted for questioning in this case. According to the article in the Longview Chronicle, there are several possible explanations for this. First it is possible that this is a different man altogether. A second is that this was Ashok and he is hiding in Fiji either under his own name or with a new identity. The third theory is that Ashok returned to Fiji but then left under a new name or identity. Some amateur sleuths have doubted that this man is the correct Ashok because Fiji is a small place both in size and in population making it an unlikely place to disappear unless he is living under a false identity. Over the years, Raj and Kamnee’s has been featured over the years in Fijian media yet no one has come forth with any promising tips or leads. One newspaper article says that US investigators went to Fiji after learning this and were unable to locate Ashok but this tidbit is not mentioned elsewhere and the article which mentioned this is no longer available online, so please take this information with a grain of salt. Fiji does have an extradition treaty with the US but because Ashok has not been charged with any crimes, he would be under no obligation to speak with investigators or return to the States. Whatever the case, Ashok Kumar Narain has not been heard from in decades. The Kelso police department is keeping an open mind and has not named Ashok as a suspect in his family’s murder. Interestingly enough, Ashok’s vehicle disappeared with him leading some to speculate that Ashok perished inside the vehicle whether from suicide, misadventure, or foul play. Police are still looking for this vehicle, a white 1980 Toyota Tercel with Oregon license plate KUV762. The registration would have expired in 1993. Investigators believe that finding the car could be the key to cracking this case and would like to process it as a possible crime scene. In the years since identification media attention has slowed to a trickle. Jai sometimes gives interviews to the press and tries to keep his sister and nieces’ stories in the spotlight. Jai filmed Raj and Kamnee’s funeral and posted it on Youtube hoping to bring awareness to the murders. He even shared his email address so tips about his brother in law’s whereabouts could be shared. Jai has started an educational scholarship for girls in rural Fiji. He hopes that with education and opportunity women and Fiji will not end up like his sister and will be able to support their families independently. He has also donated money to girls’ orphanages in Fiji for the same reason. Sadly there have been no updates on the case of Raj Mati and Kamnee Koushal since the early 2010s and Ashok remains a missing person. Theories Theories abound in this case and because Ashok is long term missing it is hard to determine if he is the victim, a witness, or the perpetrator of this crime. One theory is that Ashok and his family were all killed by an unknown party and dumped in different rivers to stymie their identifications and that sadly Ashok has not been found. Some have even brought up the idea that this was a hate crime by someone who did not like immigrants. According to the 1990 census, Eugene was 3% Asian but had essentially no south Asian or Fijian community at the time. The second and most common theory is that Ashok killed his family and then fled the area, perhaps going back to Fiji or going to Canada as there is a larger South Asian diaspora there. It is possible that Ashok was a run of the mill family annihilator or abuser who decided who no longer wanted the burden of a wife or children. If this is the case he may have taken his own life after the murders perhaps by driving his car into the water or like mentioned above he may have fled the area. A third possibility is that this was an honor killing. An honor killing is a specific type of crime where a person, usually a woman or girl, is killed by a male family member for disgracing the family’s “honor” due to real or perceived transgressions. Most commonly these so called transgressions are the result of women eschewing standard social, sexual, or marriage norms within their communities. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, honor killings happen all around the world but are most common in India and Pakistan. Because the Narain family were south Asian ethnically and because Raj was pregnant some believe that this crime could have been an honor killing, perhaps the result of Ashok either not wanting another child, or believing Raj’s unborn child was not his. This theory is not without criticism, however. Despite the family’s ethnic background there are no records of honor killings happening in Fiji. One opinion piece in the Fijian media even calls this notion “a dirty stereotype” about Indo Fijians borne out of ignorance with no basis in fact. Although there is one scholarly article regarding the normalization of minor domestic violence in Fiji, experts claim there are no reports of honor killings in the country or that it is exceedingly rare. Some information on this is linked below. A fourth but unlikely possibility is that Ashok was not involved at all but due to being an immigrant or not trusting the police Ashok fled the area after his family was murdered perhaps even fearing for his own life. Ashok has been ruled out as 10 different John Does on Namus, but I submitted Ashok as a match for a handful of other unidentified descendants. The most compelling matches are Mount Rainier John Doe 1987, and Multnomah Co. John Doe May, 1988, who was found near the spots where Raj’s legs were discovered. Mt Rainier John Doe, 1987 was a short man of unknown race whose body was discovered September 26th or 27th, 1987. According to NPSHistory.com “An unidentified body was discovered approximately 30' over highway embankment.” “Location: HWY 123, 1/4 mile South of Tunnel. Park staff who are investigating the incident estimate victim had been dead for 4-5 days. One .45 caliber shell casing was found along the highway in the vicinity of the body.” Namus and the Doe Network report that this man was dead about two weeks at the time of discovery and his manner and cause of death are reported as “unknown.” This man was 20-30 years old with short, straight black hair that was 7” long. He was wearing a short-sleeved red/black plaid shirt, NIXIT jeans (size 27 long), black Splash shorts, white Hanes underwear (size 28), black leather belt with a silver buckle, one white sock with blue and yellow stripes, one gray sock with red and blue stripes, black boots (size 6D) with the words "1574 All Man-Made Materials, Made in Taiwan ROC." He was 5’5” to 5’9” in height and weighed 120-140 lbs in life. His fingerprints are available in AFIS and dental X-rays were taken. The victim had 32 teeth in virgin condition meaning he may have never been to a dentist in his life. This bit of information seems consistent with Ashok as someone raised and rural Fiji in the 1950s and 60s may not have had access to a dentist. According to the Doe Network the FBI is working with the medical examiner to locate the remains to see if bones could be used for DNA testing but at this time DNA is not available for this decedent. I submitted this John Doe as a possible match to Ashok and law enforcement replied that they would look into it. The second John Doe who has similarities to Ashok is Multnomah Co. John Doe May, 26th, 1988. The decedent’s body was found floating in the Willamette River between the Morrison and Hawthorne bridges in Portland, Oregon, very very close to where Raj's legs were discovered. He was of unknown race and between 15-40 years old. He had straight black hair, was 5’4” in height, about 150-170s lbs in life and had died in 1987 or 1988. His cause of death is unknown, but like Kamnee, this man had a skull fracture in the left temporal area. According to the Doe Network, it was a “wedge-shaped to slightly oval fracture measuring 1 3/4 x 1 inches in greatest dimension. The anterior margin is sharp and slightly depressed.” He was wearing Levi blue jeans, Fruit of the Loom brief-style underwear (size 34-36), long sleeved thermal underwear shirt, olive drab colored waist-length jacket, Western-style tooled leather belt (measures 41 inches), waffle soled ankle high hiking boots with leather laces ("MADE IN SWITZERLAND") and the inside is marked in felt pen "M61/2-2" (probable US size men's 7-8). He was carrying a bic lighter in the left front jeans pocket and Benson and Hedges cigarettes in the right shirt pocket. His dentals are available for comparison. I also submitted this John Doe as a possible match to Ashok Narain, but sadly, the two men cannot be scientifically compared as they have separate identifiers on file. They also replied via email that many people have suggested this as a match. Ashok Kumar Narain has been missing since the late 1980s, last being seen or heard from in 1987 or early 1988 perhaps as late as May, 12th 1988. He is wanted for questioning regarding the deaths of his pregnant wife Raj and his daughter Kamnee. Ashok is described as a South Asian male who was about 31 years old when he was last seen. He has black hair and brown eyes. He stands between 5’2” and 5’7” in height and weighs about 135-185 lbs. He wore a mustache in the 1980s and has thick hair. He is a Fijian citizen. It is unclear what his immigration status was in the United States. He may have returned to Fiji in 1988 or he may have fled to another part of North America, or he may still be in the local area in Oregon or in Northern California. In 1987 Ashok drove a white Toyota Tercel which is a sedan sized car, with the license plate KUV762. The license plate would have expired in 1993. His last name is sometimes spelled Narayan or Naraiin. If you have any information on the whereabouts of Ashok or his car or have any additional information on the homicides of Raj or Kamnee, please call one of the following two numbers. Sadly the murders of Raj and Kamnee are still unsolved and Raj’s head is still missing. Kelso Police Department- (360) 577-3092 Eugene Police Department- (541) 682-5111 Sources https://www.seattlepi.com/seattlenews/article/unmarked-graves-may-hold-his-sister-niece-1213531.php https://www.seattlepi.com/news/article/Part-7-Records-often-are-as-hard-to-find-as-a-1107646.php https://www.smh.com.au/national/o-sister-where-art-thou-20071116-gdrm21.html https://www.seattlepi.com/news/article/Part-7-Records-often-are-as-hard-to-find-as-a-1107646.php https://www.seattlepi.com/news/slideshow/Without-a-Trace-5058.php https://charleyproject.org/case/ashok-kumar-narain https://www.southasianpost.com/article/2850-hunt-goes-vancouver.html https://www.namus.gov/MissingPersons/Case#/7675 https://unidentified-awareness.fandom.com/wiki/Multnomah_County_John_Doe_(May_26,_1988)) https://www.newspapers.com/image/577345367/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis%20river https://www.newspapers.com/image/577345422/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis%20river https://www.newspapers.com/image/577345459/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis%20river https://www.newspapers.com/image/577345899/?match=1&terms=torso%20unidentified https://www.newspapers.com/image/577345422/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/1086338027/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/577330965/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/1174283670/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/1086703983/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/577345991/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/1174288930/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/577320223/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/577345538/?match=1&terms=torso%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/1175633744/?match=1&terms=torso%20river%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/1178193750/?match=1&terms=torso%20river%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/1178193750/?match=1&terms=torso%20river%20lewis https://www.newspapers.com/image/577090908/?match=1&terms=raj%20mati https://www.newspapers.com/image/577394186/?match=1&terms=raj%20mati https://www.newspapers.com/image/577107875/?match=1&terms=ashok%20kumar%20narain https://www.newspapers.com/image/577107787/?match=1&terms=ashok%20kumar%20narain https://npshistory.com/morningreport/incidents/mora.htm https://unidentified-awareness.fandom.com/wiki/Multnomah_County_John_Doe_(May_26,_1988)) https://pmcarchive.aut.ac.nz/pacific-media-watch/audio-honour-killings-not-part-indo-fijian-culture-7228.html https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/international-annals-of-criminology/article/abs/male-sexual-jealousy-homicides-in-fiji-victims-offenders-and-incident-characteristics/03577C1EB350301AEEF14E3E691ED6DE https://pacific.scoop.co.nz/2011/01/nz-medias-own-fiji-honour-killing/ https://minorityrights.org/communities/indo-fijians/ submitted by /u/Quirky-Motor to r/UnresolvedMysteries [link] [comments]
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Ankle bracelets for children?
I sometimes see videos on social media of boys with bracelets (sometimes very thick, they look like gold or silver) on their ankles, and earrings. Why do you put them on them? What's their meaning? Don't they bother them, thanks? How do you wear them? Thanks. submitted by /u/ilRedittiano to r/indiasocial [link] [comments]
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What is this silver chain with a french hallmark ? Too small to be a necklace, too big to be a bracelet.
Watch chain maybe ? Or a kids necklace ? When could it be from ? submitted by /u/infiniteanz to r/Antiques [link] [comments]
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Nova Wars - Chapter 47
[First Contact] [Dark Ages] [First] [Prev] [Next] [wiki] "Dictatorship naturally arises out of democracy, and the most aggravated form of tyranny and slavery out of the most extreme liberty." - Plato He couldn't breathe. That was the first thought that went through his head. Electrodes across his stomach went live, forcing his diaphragm into spasms. He coughed, thick liquid rushing up and into the face mask, where it was dutifully sucked away. The tubes up his nose injected a careful mixture of air even as he forced more of the fluid up. He opened his eyes, seeing the top of the cryostation, as he rolled on his side and kept coughing into the face mask. The lights were red. He clawed at the mask, pulling it off out of some instinct. The tubes in his nose were next and he pulled them free, uncaring at how the scraped the back of his throat and his sinuses. There was a steady buzzing sound, repeating every three seconds. He coughed more, his head clearing. My name... went through his brain as he kept hacking up the clear fluid. It was getting thinner, runnier, but he was still hacking it up. The liquid was splattering on metal plates with small x's upraised on it. ...my name is... He managed to roll, twist, and sit up, his legs hanging off the side of the pod. He looked around. The rest of the pods were sealed. The buzzing kept sounding, the red lights stayed steady. He could faintly hear creaking. He looked at the medical equipment next to him. It was all red, all of the readouts. Looking around, he realized that every single light, every single LED, every single bit of text, picture, or hologram, was red. EMERGENCY RESSUS flashed on the monitors next to his screen. He didn't know enough to understand that data. He knew that about himself. He didn't know much more. He got to his feet, went down on his knees, and sat there, his head hanging down as he coughed out more of the clear fluid. He ran his fingers over the cloth of the legless and armless leotard he was was wearing, unable to find a catch to open it. A small robot appeared, wiping up the fluid even as he hacked it up on the floor. His chest hurt. Around his wrist was a data bracelet. The words were red. PRISONER W44C778E289 He blinked. He couldn't remember. He could remember anything about anything. Not who he was, not what he was doing here, not why he was a prisoner or who he was a prisoner of. He reached out and grabbed the cryopod next to him, pulling himself to his feet. He looked down. The whole pod was sheathed in red light. He looked up. There was only one other pod, sheathed in red, all the way at the end. He leaned forward until his head went through the hologram and he looked at the occupant. It was a furry being. Short nose with teeth underneath in a muzzle, two ears, brown and black and tan fur in swirls and lines. They had a mask on their face and tubes in their nose. They were wearing the same leotard he was. When he drew back, he realized he could read the words on the hologram covering the cryotube, words in red outlined with silver. PRISONER N44C778E28A The prisoner's face was familiar. The scar across the side of the muzzle, the scar above the left eye. ...fifth street... wound through his fuzzy brain. He pushed off, looking around. The red light was almost a tangible thing. He could see the doors at either end of the long bay had red light over them. He looked at the cryopod for a long moment. He didn't know why, but he was loathe to leave it behind. He looked it over until he found a small touchpad readout that stated "EMERGENCY RELEASE" on it. He tapped it, tapped yes, tapped he was sure, then tapped that he wanted emergency release, then tapped yes again. He sat on the floor, waiting, coughing now and then as the cryotube gurgled. Finally the lid lifted into sections that pulled into the top. The occupant started coughing and he shakily got to his feet. He helped the occupant sit up, took off their mask, and pounded on their back, helping them cough up the thick clear fluid. The other reached up with one hand and slowly pulled the long blood slicked tubes from their nose. "What... what is happening?" the other, N44, asked, his voice hoarse and shaking. "Don't know. Emergency ressus for me. Released you," W44 said. "The others?" N44 asked. "Not sure," W44 said. He moved up and looked down. The being inside was perfectly intact. W44 looked at the computer. LIFE SIGNS TERMINATED - SHIELDING FAILURE He staggered from cryotube to cryotube. They were all the same. The last two had only "OCCUPANT STABLE" on the monitors. He leaned in, pushing his face through the hologram as he looked past the red. It was a female. ...the Telkana with the big tits is at the end... slithered through his numb and fuzzy brain. He checked the other one. Another female. "Well?" N44 asked. "Got two alive. Gonna release them," W44 said. He looked at the hologram. PRISONER D44C778E31C PRISONER V44C778E31B "What is happening? Where are we?" N44 asked. "Don't know," W44 said. He tapped the emergency release icons, went through the bit that made sure, then sat down, breathing heavy. Both of them coughed as they waited. Finally the lid pulled back and they heard her coughing. W44 got up, N44 getting up with him. Together they helped the female sit up, pounding on her back, helping her cough up the thick clear fluid. They helped her out of the tube and they all sat in the corridor, backs against different tubes, coughing. They helped the next one while D44 was still coughing up the clear slime, helping her sit down with her back against the cryotube. "What... what's happening?" D44 asked. "Don't know," W44 said. He looked around. "I'm going to look around." "Wait. Go with you," N44 said. He shook his head. "I don't know how, but I know that the two of us, we don't go anywhere alone." W44 nodded. It sounded right. "Me too. Don't leave us alone," D44 said. V44 nodded, standing up. The two males helped them up. Together, they staggered to the door, tapping at it. It refused to open. They staggered to the other end and, to be honest, W44 was surprised when it opened at a single touch of the hologram. A body fell from where it had been leaning against the door. Its face was twisted in horror, its hands held outward. It was also fairly desiccated, still somewhat wet and gooey. V44 screamed when it landed, then laughed nervously. "That one's dead. Let's go," W44 said. "What killed him?" V44 asked. "Do you want to find out? Let's go," N44 said. D44 just nodded. They moved around it, staring at the hallway. The red lights were on. The buzzer was still sounding. They explored carefully, scratching at the paint to indicate which direction they had taken. If they had already taken one direction at a crossroad, they made an extra scratch to show which one they had been down already. Their numbed brains couldn't understand most of what they found. Strange, unknowable machinery, dead bodies everywhere with no sign of damage to them, smeared and ruptured holograms. Nothing else. Finally, they reached a corridor where the bodies were the thickest. "They all face the same way," D44 said softly. "They were running," N44 said. "But from what?" W44 asked. "I wish I could remember why I'm here. Why I'm a prisoner. Who I'm a prisoner of," V44 said as they carefully maneuvered around the bodies. W44 noted they all looked frightened. The color across the heavy door at the far end wasn't red like the others. It was off pink, swirled and smeared, with two of the holoemitters buzzing and hissing. "That isn't good," D44 said, her voice full of fear. "It wasn't," W44 said. He moved up to the door and tapped on the hologram to get it to open. It took four tries. The room beyond was a half-circle, with concentric lines of consoles and a large throne-like chair closest to the door in the middle. Every console, workstation was occupied. There were collapsed armored vacuum suited figures lying between the curved rows. TELKAN STELLAR UNION LAW ENFORCMENT - CORRECTIONAL REHABILITION DIVISION was on the armored vacuum suits all of the dead were wearing. Most of them looked to the quartet like they had died without even realizing it. Some even had their hands on holographic keyboards or physical keyboards. Their bodies were desiccated, the clean-room atmosphere of the ship keeping even bacteria inside the body from decaying it. The screen at the far end was showing nothing but blackness. They poked around, looking at the various consoles. "We're on a starship," N44 said, looking around. "Except everyone's dead," D44 said. "Maybe we can go somewhere and get help?" V44 said. "Any of you know how to run a starship?" W44 asked. The others shook their heads. "Me neither." W44 sat down on the big throne, the only place to sit. The screen flickered and N44 and D44 turned to look at it. DOCKING INITIALIZED - T - 3.5 minutes "Where do you think we're docking at?" D44 asked. W44 looked at his wrist. PRISONER "Wherever it is, it's where they were delivering us to as prisoners," W44 said. "What did I do that they'd send me on a starship instead of just throwing me in prison?" D44 asked. She hugged herself. "I know, I don't know how, but I know I didn't do anything wrong." "I did," W44 asked. He laughed. "I just know I did." "I did," N44 added. "I feel like whatever I did, it was a long time coming." "I don't think I did anything," V44 said. "I don't remember anything, but it doesn't sound right that I did something that would get law enforcement to take me away." D44 hugged herself tighter. "But I didn't do anything," she said, her voice whining slightly. "DON'T WHINE!" W44 shouted, suddenly standing up. "NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR WHINING! NOBODY! WE GRIND TO MAKE IT TO THE NEXT SCORE, TELKA! THAT'S ALL IT IS! THAT'S ALL IT EVER IS!" D44 stared at him, her mouth hanging open. "There isn't no broodcarries coming running to the rescue for people like us, Telka," W44 said, sitting down again. "We grind till we can't grind no more." N44 nodded. "One scam, one score at a time." "Don't yell at her," V44 said. "Why not? Do you think it matters? All the lawsec are dead. We're on a ship docking who knows where. She needs to stop whining, Telka," N44 said. "We just keep on keeping on, Telka," W44 said. "OK," D44 nodded, her eyes full of tears. "I wanna go home." "Why? You got it better than here?" W44 asked. He looked at the time. Less than two minutes. "I think I did," she said softly. "Me too," V44 said. "Well, we're here now. It is what is," N44 said. "I said what I said." "I did what I did," W44 finished. He didn't know how that was the right thing to say, but he knew it was. "Why did you call me Telka? Is that my name?" D44 asked. W44 shook his head. "No. You're a female. Telka. Short for Telkana," he pointed at N44. "He's a Telk, short for Telkani." "We're... we're Telkan," V44 said. The other three nodded, the rightness of the statement filling them. "Ten seconds," W44 said, pointing at the screen. There was a slight bump. Another shifting. The lights flashed twice. "What now?" D44 asked. N44 shook his head. "No clue." "We wait," W44 said. "If we're docking at a station, then someone should be along to help us any time." The minutes ticked by, growing longer and longer. The holotank in front of the throne came to life. Four figures flew into it. Three were screaming, atonal screeches of pure static. The fourth was grunting, fighting the other three. The screaming three had their fingers curled, their vestigial claws coming into play. The fourth was a large biped, wearing some kind of uniform, who was fighting the other three with a glowing knife that had a blade of pure bluish white. He stabbed one and it dissolved, even as another grabbed him around the waist. He stabbed it in the back repeatedly even as he looked up at the quartet all staring at him. "Run!" the fourth yelled. "Get on the station! I gotta blow the ship as soon as I offload your cargo!" "What? Why?' V44 asked. "RUN! I'LL SHOW THE WAY!" the uniformed one yelled. The others were all Telkan in strips of rags, their eyes wild, their jaws foaming, as they threw themselves at the tall biped. A red line appeared in midair, leading back the way they had came. W44 didn't need told three times. He jumped up, yelling at the other two to come on, and ran, following the line. Twice something hit the other side of the red holograms with a thump that made the holograms shiver. They turned corners by grabbing the edge, keeping their speed and momentum. "Wait! Please! Wait!" D44 called out as she slowed for another corner and the two males were about to round the next corner. "I can't run as fast." "Wait for us," V44 called out. N44 started stepping forward but W44 grabbed the back of his leotard, tugging him back onto the other side of the red hologram square. "Hurry!" N44 called. "I don't like this," W44 said. "I got a feeling..." Something came around the corner. It was a biped, like the one in the holotank, dressed in a vacuum suit. It was made of white lineart and screaming as it swept forward, its lower body nothing but twisting mist that left frost on the floor and walls as it passed. "RUN, TELKA! RUN!" N44 yelled. "DON'T LOOK BACK!" W44 shouted. D44 ran, not looking back, crying as she ran. V44 looked back and screamed, then started to run. D44 was reaching out for the hologram and N44 stuck his hand out, grabbing hers. V44 reached out. The line art touched her. N44 yanked D44 through the red. V44 collapsed, her fingertips grazing W44's as the line art yanked something blue and sparkling out of V44's body. It was V44, and she was screaming soundlessly as the white line art took a sudden bite from her. Out of the walls a good dozen exploded into the hallway, covering the walls with frost as they fell on the glittering blue Telkana, ripping chunks away and shoving them into their mouths. The trio backed up, turning around. The air lock closed and cycled. "When it opens, run. Don't look back. Run through the red," a disembodied voice said. "This thing's infested. Run for it." W44 and N44 nodded. "What's happening?" D44 sobbed. "It doesn't matter," W44 said. He squatted down, putting his hands on the floor. "Get ready, Telks." N44 squatted down next to him, leaning forward after he put his hands on the floor. D44 joined them. "Don't look back. Don't stop. No matter what happens," W44 said. Both nodded. The airlock door lifted. "GO!" the voice yelled. W44 exploded into motion, kicking off with bent knees, hocks, and ankles, using his arm to add extra speed. He didn't know how he knew, he just knew he was faster than N44. Faster even than girls. The red walls tingled as he sprinted through them, holding his breath to maximize his speed. He flew through the last one, slamming against an airlock interior door hard enough to bruise his shoulder and arm. N44 hurtled through the red holographic wall. D44 came in next. The airlock door slammed shut. "They killed her," D44 sobbed. W44 opened his mouth to yell at her to stop sobbing. "Is it the first time you've seen someone die?" N44 asked gently. She nodded. "You?" N44 looked at W44. "Not for us." They sat for a long time, waiting. Finally the interior door cycled and lifted, showing an entrance bay beyond. A holoemitter flickered to life. The biped stood there. Long arms, long limbs, no forearm hocks or leg hocks. Flat face. Hair on top of the head. "You made it," it said. "Damn, you Telkans are a lucky bunch." "What happened?" W44 asked. "Your ship hit a patch of hyperspace shades, I think," the hologram said. It waved for them to follow as it turned around. "Well, Marines. Lets get you geared up." "For what?" W44 asked. "We have to take back the station," the hologram said. It turned and looked at them. "Last three ships before yours?" "Yeah?" N44 asked. "Infested." [First Contact] [Dark Ages] [First] [Prev] [Next] [wiki] submitted by /u/Ralts_Bloodthorne to r/HFY [link] [comments]
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What's "in" : the very unofficial guide to moving on from skinny jeans + waterfall cardigans in your 30s and beyond in 2024
Disclaimer: Fashion and style have become so much more open, individual and fun. Honestly...if you want to keep rockin' a skinny jean in your Christian Girl Fall...Forevermore... go for it! Edit: this phrasing seems to be confusing and upsetting people. It's a pop culture meme from 2020 I didn't make it up FYI! But I've gotten an influx of questions about "what IS the look now?!" from people who are going back to the office, want a fresh start, are catching up with shopping post-'demic, going out more often, want to overhaul their wardrobe and don't know where to start. One really great source for on-trend but not fashion victim advice: Wardrobe Oxygen's "For Grown Ass Women" series Resource: Pinterest board with some interesting and on-trend outfits I picked plus and fuller bodies because that's a concern for many--how do I look up to date while being plus or having a fuller mid-section, bust, thighs, etc. Resource: take inspiration from "Heaven by Marc Jacobs" your eyes may burn, but you'll get the idea of what the "look" is Most of these looks would 100% fly today, even though they're 70s, 80s, and 90s See this gal: she's got several trends on at once ribbons, dopamine dressing, sheer, candy apple red, Grandpa chic, 90s redux, cowboy boots Wrong shoes, sheer, 90s redux, Grandpa chic, chunky v neck 3 button cardigan, moto boots again, very trendy Now compare to this 2013 street style knee length skirt, slightly fitted tee, statement necklace, pumps *link fixed! Or this tucked in button front, pencil skirt, pumps, statement necklace, very matchy-matchy Or this cutsey intarsia, knee length lady like vintage skirt, carpetbag vintage purse, slim line dainty shoes, overall 1950s twee look. Colorful cropped/rolled chino pants, a button front peeking out of an embellished sweater, sky-high stiletto heels see how dated that looks to our eyes now? Let's dive in: Proportions: For the last 15-ish years until about 2019 or so, the look was slim--skinny jeans, tight knee high boots, maybe a chunky slouchy sweater, but more like a slim fit button down with a slim v neck merino sweater on top. Pencil skirts with belted sweaters, sheath dresses, cropped cigarette pants, slim waterfall cardigans, bias cut midi skirts + tissue thin tees. The overarching look was preppy with touches of girlish twee whimsy, upgrading from "indie sleeze" skinny jeans + tank tops with a "rock star girlfriend" look. Pattern matching (florals and stripes especially) was big. A very carefully coordinated and curated look was in. In the 2020s it's "big pants, little top" OR "loose over loose" in a very general sense. Big square oversized men's tees over maxi skirts + sneakers. Baby tees + cargo pants. Slim knit ribbed sweaters with 90s jeans. Corset tops with rip-stop nylon sporty drawstring skirts. We're still seeing a lot of influence of "slow fashion" looks--very work-wear linen boxy over boxy, clogs, jean jackets, slouchy chunky sweaters, jumpsuits or boilersuits, high waisted snug jeans with a belt + a camp shirt. Trend: Dopamine dressing: bright colors, wild prints, playful prints, art prints. Lisa Says Gah and Fashion Brand Company are two brands that make referential, odd, conversation piece items. Power clashing, and bold colors are key. Trend: 90s redux. So the office siren look--slouchy low slung pinstripe pants with a shrunken waistcoat (nothing underneath) and smudged red lips, quiet luxury separates, Prada everything, but also the sporty-chic nylon, luggage straps, paracording, reflective brights, canvas, quilted outerwear, drawstrings, anorak looks. Trend: dark academia/cottagecore. This is a bit past its prime, but for those who are taking baby steps away from skinny jeans, you can still work this for sure. This is dark florals, Victorian puff sleeves, big twirly cloaks and capes, maxi skirts + lace up prairie boots, baroque jewelry, curly hair, wire rimmed glasses. Cottage core overlaps with workwear: boilersuits, calico, ribbons, prairie looks, knee high cable knit socks, corduroy everything, hand-knit sweaters with hay in them, linen, wool, silk, leather, cotton, denim, Doc Martens and Converse. Dark Academia is cottagecore + a gothic vibe. Trend: wrong [item] mostly 'wrong shoes'. Dainty Mary Jane shoes with basketball shorts and a sweatshirt. Sneakers with a gown. Loafers with a mini dress. Socks + pumps or sandals. The deliberate, in your face challenging "ugliness" we saw in the 90s is on the fringes of the hot style now. Trend: ribbons and bows. Honestly y'all, this is tough one for the over-35. But the overall balletcore, coquette and Selkie/For Love and Lemons/Love Shack Fancy vibe is strong. Tying ribbons on whatever is a thing. Consider ribbon neckties, a ribbon around your wrist, a ribbon belt, or a big lush velvet hair ribbon. My predictions: 80s Pierrot and/or clowncore is about to hit big--we're already tiptoeing towards it with bows everywhere, big high waisted pants, cowboy boots, stripes/plaid. It's a natural extension of balletcore and dopamine dressing. Western Gothic: dark Academia + dark boho Western. Fringe, dark botanicals, all black, leather, suede, and a mix of desert/witch influences. 20's Patou style pants with a tunic, "Far East" looks with pants + tunic, extreme dropped waists, tube dresses or hobble dresses, big cocoon coats, bobs + barrettes. I've already seen a 20's bob + side barrette on Nicole Kidman in Expats (new TV show). Sliding into 30s Dust Bowl chic in the last 2020s I predict as well. Flour sack dresses, aprons as fashion, wild coming-undone braids, 'silver nitrate contour' + hollowed out eyes makeup, men's dress shoes + slouchy socks + day dresses. Just watch, I predicted it first. Going out: it's not a "going out top" and jeans, people. It's denim on denim with a big ol' double-G belt, a corset top + leather or pleather pants, a bodysuit + jeans, an ultra-mini dress + moto boots, a sports jersey + no visible pants + heels, a slip dress + sneakers, a band tee + engineer stripe flares, a backless/strappy/cutout top + cargo pants, and for day, brunch dresses + sneakers. Overall: embellishment and lots of detail aren't really in right now. It's mostly prints, patterns, volume, texture, or a "clean girl" look. Embroidery in particular feels a bit dated, unless it's thick yarn on a chunky cropped sweater or intarsia style. Novelty prints like little foxes, birds, etc--those are "out". Statement necklaces, brocade boots, arm parties--those are out. I've noticed Gen Z is wearing TONS of gold jewelry but in a new way: multiple earrings, stacked rings, and coordinated chains with pendants or charms. A "curated ear" is the new arm party. I personally have been rocking a thin rigid ankle bracelet--almost a bangle style-- from Jenny Bird because I think those are coming back. Workwear: Shoes: lug sole loafers, kitten heels, street sneakers (leather or suede), wider-shaft boots, sling-back flats and sandals, mules of all kinds Pants: wide leg, straight leg, carrot/barrel, full length or at ankle. High waisted generally. Tops: natural waist tops of all kind, 90s silk tops, camp shirts, Victorian-style eyelet, bishop sleeves, or piecrust collars, slouchy sweaters, big chunky 3-button cardigans over polished tees, button fronts but cropped to natural waist/boxy. We are getting closer to the revival of the peplum (which I am here for and always have been). Toppers: oversized slouchy borrowed from the boys suit jacket (not part of matching suit), jean jacket, varsity style sweaters, long boxy square thicker "kimono" style dusters/toppers--almost lab-coat style, maxi cardigans in a lush material like angora Suits: pant suits in interesting colors, casual drapey 90s Armani style suits Alright, add your 2 cents! Let's avoid "no way/cold dead hands/I've been wearing my Gap chinos since 2002 and I'll die in them" type of remarks. If trends isn't for you, that's cool, but keep it pushin'. submitted by /u/Chazzyphant to r/fashionwomens35 [link] [comments]
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Sexy Sect Babes: Chapter Seventy Two
“How much longer must we wait?” An asked irritably. Jack shifted in his seat to look at An, who was leaned up against one of the back walls of the basement cell they were in. The same one they’d stored Pen and her cronies in back when the Silver Paw had still been a going concern. Before he’d leveled the compound of said organization with enough explosives to make a mountain blush. Since then he’d not had much use for the room and its many very expensive ki-constricting restraints. With Baidar healed, that had changed – because he doubted he’d be able to put her down as easily a second time as he had the first. He doubted she’d oblige him by standing still long enough to take a chain-shot-bola to the chest a second time. To that end, he once more visually confirmed the presence of the ki-constricting anklet around the unconscious ox-woman’s ankle. An had argued for the full suite of constraints, but Jack was rather hoping to start off this little interrogation on a more positive note. Or at least, present himself as a more benevolent party than her former hosts. “It’s barely been a minute since we removed the needle.” Jack responded easily as he lowered the data-pad he’d been working on. “Sheng said it would take about ten.” An just growled before returning to stalking back and forth behind him. Watching her, Jack cocked a single eyebrow. While he’d known her to be a rather passionate woman, he’d rarely seen his ‘student’ express her anger so openly. Or at least, not in his presence. It said a lot about how opposed she was to his latest acquisition. She needn’t be. He had no intention of keeping the cannibal woman around any longer than he strictly needed to. For now though, she had information he wanted. And given that the ‘interrogators’ below the Imperial Palace had achieved less than nothing in the time they’d had the were-ox, Jack figured it was time for him to try a different approach. And once we’re done with her, we can drag her out back and have her shot behind the chemical shed for all I care, he thought dismissively. A little callous, but he wasn’t about to show too much sympathy to a cannibal who’d been part of an army that planned to wipe the entire populace of Ten Huo off the map by devouring them alive. At least I didn’t need to explain the concept of ‘good cop, bad cop’ to An, he thought as he watched her ears twitch about irritably. Still, he couldn’t deny some pang of instinctive sympathy as he looked at her unconscious body – clad in little more than a set of threadbare rags that covered no more than the essentials. Though I imagine nudity is less of a taboo for an instinctive cultivator given she has fur to compensate, he thought. Certainly the mortal tribesmen he’d seen outside of the walls of Ten Huo had worn animals pelts for protection from the elements, but the cultivators’ choice in clothing had been significantly more sparse. Not entirely absent, but sparse. Said lack of clothing on the part of his prisoner was part of why he now couldn’t help but feel some small amount of sympathy for her. Because while many of her more recent wounds had been healed scarlessly by Sheng, Jack could see dozens more peeking out from under her rags. Some big. Some small. All of different ages. And some looked very old. In short, Baidar had the kind of body you gained from a lifetime of hardship – provided it didn’t break you. Jack knew because he’d not looked too different before he’d received his company mandated gene-mods… He shook his head, deliberately dismissing the small spark of kinship that tried to form within him. “Do you think she’ll be cognizant,” he asked. After a month without results, torturers had decided to step things up. If she died before she broke, so be it. “Instinctive or not, no true cultivator would be addled by a little tribulation,” An scoffed. Jack almost wanted to say that was just ego talking. Torture was torture. He didn’t though, because An had a point. It was easy to dismiss cultivators as arrogant prats drunk on power - which they were - because it was easy to forget that said arrogance was earned in blood sweat and tears. He’d seen An and Ren practice. Despite all the work he’d piled onto them, they never skipped a day. Because they couldn’t afford not to. Every moment mattered when it came to cultivation, and every inch of progress was measured in pain. From ingesting reagents, sweating out impurities, balancing cosmic forces in your guts, to trying to understand yourself, to performing katas, to sparring, to surviving the viper’s pit that was sect politics. It was dizzying to behold and Jack held a lot of respect for even the least talented cultivator – and at least somewhat understood why they so disdained mortals as being ‘lazy’. He didn’t agree with it, but he understood why so many of the super powered beings thought as they did. And while he might have considered the whole ‘survival of the fittest’ mentality that came of it needlessly wasteful… he didn’t for one second underestimate the people that were a product of it. They were dangerous. And the only reason I keep catching them off guard is because I’m a totally outside context problem, he thought with cynical amusement. So no, with that in mind, he found himself in agreement with the idea that Baidar hadn’t been broken by her time in the dungeons. She’d certainly not provided her jailors with any real actionable intel despite the interrogators best efforts. Which was just… odd. Torture was usually disdained not because it didn’t provide results, but because it invariably provided results. People would say whatever they thought an interrogator wanted to hear if it meant the pain stopped. Which is why you usually have to independently interrogate at least two people with the information you want to make sure their info corroborates, he thought grimly as he recalled an earlier time in his life. He was just about to go back to finishing up the design for Shui’s new mountain fortress when the figure in front of him stirred, causing the ki-dampening manacle around her ankle to clink as she moved. Then her eyes flicked open and she suddenly sat up, hands moving to massage her wrists where another set of manacles had previously been. It was actually kind of alarming how smooth the motion was. There was no hint of hesitation or grogginess in her actions. Fucking cultivators, Jack thought as he felt his microbots stir beneath his clothes – them and An the only reason he felt comfortable enough to have this meeting unarmored. Finally, after confirming the presence of the single remaining anklet, and a quick glance around the room, the Instinctive cultivator’s gaze settled on his unarmored form. “I’m alive?” He nodded slowly. “You are.” “I hadn’t thought to be. When your people came to drag me away, I had thought it to my execution.” Despite the contents of her words, she sounded surprisingly unphased by the possibility. “That can still be arranged,” An grunted. Jack shook his head. “But that needn’t be the only outcome of this meeting.” Baidar’s gaze settled on him. “You are a male. The same male that defeated me.” For a moment there was a hint of interest in her gaze as she regarded him, before she seemed to mentally shake it away. “Are my clan still alive? The city still stands, so I fear the worst.” Jack rolled the question around inside his mind before he decided on answering. “Dead to the last,” he said finally. The lack of ox-kin bodies discovered when An chased down the horde had been noted. As had the race of the massive mound of bodies found not too far from where the Herald had conducted her sacrifices. Whether it had been one clan or multiple in the pile, Jack couldn’t truly say. He could definitely assume that Baidar’s people had been amongst them though, if only through a process of elimination. Clans, just like sects, seemed to be pretty mono-racial. Watching her, he noticed the way the woman’s bovine ears twitched, even if her facial features remained as placid as ever. A long moment passed in silence before she spoke again. “By you?” Audibly, her tone was no less placid than they’d been before, but there was no missing the weight of her gaze. There was anger there, less than he might have expected, but present all the same. Though to be fair, that was pretty par for the course as far as this conversation was going. He’d been expecting the Instinctive cultivator to at least have some harsh words for him upon waking, given that he’d been the one who’d handed her off to Huang, who in turn had consigned the tribal warriors to the palace dungeons – and its accompanying cadre of torturers. Honestly, this whole conversation wasn’t going as he expected, given he’d been expecting to deal with a unhinged cannibal – rather than the rather deliberate and quiet woman she was. In that regard it was rather fortunate that her inhuman visage served as a decent reminder of why she was where she was and why he didn’t need to pity her as he stated his next words. “No actually,” he said slowly. “Your former leader.” The anger dulled, to be quickly replaced by pain. “…She used them as fuel for her city killer technique.” She nodded. Her massive hands shifted into fists. “I feared as much.” Then she went silent, and though Jack waited for her to say something else, the woman might as well have been carved from stone for all that she moved or spoke in the minutes afterwards. “Do you want to live?” he finally asked. The ox-woman cocked her head curiously, her massive horns shifting somewhat alarmingly as she did. Jack very deliberately did not glance down at the rather copious amount of sideboob being put on display by her arms crossing under her literally inhuman bovine chest. “Survive?” he prompted. “Get out of here? Unless you have some of your people behind the wall – which I doubt considering the… civilian heavy nature of the horde you arrived with – you’re the last of your clan. Wouldn’t want your clan’s techniques, history and culture to die with you?” He’d like to think he’d gotten some basic grasp of cultivator thinking by now. Baidar eyed him consideringly. “You lie. Imperials know nothing but deceit. You would never release me.” That was true. He raised his hands. “I can’t argue that. I also can’t trust any information you provide, nor give you the means to escape until you’ve provided, which means I can’t let you go until you tell me what I want to know.” He leaned back in his chair. “So how about we compromise? Are you hungry?” “Yes.” “I can bring you food. Decent food. Even… meat.” Lord knew he had enough bodies lying around – even if he felt a little ill for offering them. “Things I can provide here and now as proof of my goodwill.” Baidar scowled. “Trade is the way of the Reasoned. I will not partake.” Jack resisted the urge to tsk. “Or we could kill you if you don’t do what my master asks,” An pointed out. Rather than scoff at the threat like he might have expected, Baidar actually sat up. “In that case, I am listening.” The human frowned. “Really? Months of torture and you say nothing, but a single threat and you fold?” “I do not know what the arrangement of clothes has to do with anything, but I am the last of my kin. Before I was willing to suffer if it meant the herd survived. Now there is no herd. I alone must survive to pass on my genes and experience to the next generation. Before that need, all else is meaningless.” She eyed him. “I must survive.” Jack eyed her in turn. She really wasn’t as he’d imagined an Instinctive cultivator to be. He’d expected some kind of unhinged psychopath hungering for human flesh. She wasn’t though. Or at least, she didn’t seem to be. She was calm. Reasoned. Almost… docile. Sure, her behavior and reasoning were odd, but no more so than could be explained from coming from an entirely different culture. Well, she is an ox, he thought with a snicker… before a realization seemed to hit him. …She thinks she’s an ox. Instinctives were supposed to embody the traits of the animal they represented. And cows weren’t predators. They were herbivores. “Do you eat meat?” he asked suddenly. The ox-woman actually looked offended. “I do not see the logic of this question, but no, obviously not.” “Never?” “No.” Again, she looked offended – though this time it was at the idea of him doubting her word. And she did say that deceit was the domain of the Reasoned, he realized. Does that mean they don’t lie? He shook his head. That would be something worth following up on later. For the moment his focus was on the fact that the woman across from him – and others like her – weren’t what he thought they were. Though they weren’t what they thought they were either. Her line about not eating any meat ever was so… basic. Nature was rarely so binary as ‘herbivore’ or ‘carnivore’. Jack had seen enough nature documentaries and viral videos to know herbivores wouldn’t turn down a bit of free protein if the opportunity presented. Just as carnivores sometimes ate grass to aid digestion. Nature was adaptable. Though if she hadn’t joined the horde as some part of predatory attempt to feast on a bunch of Imperials… why had her people come south with a bunch of their natural enemies, into danger, in direct contrast to how a bunch of oxen should theoretically behave. “Why did you accompany the Horde south? You don’t use money. You don’t use houses. There’s enough room beyond the walls of the Empire that I doubt you needed the territory. Especially with a bunch of Instinctives vacating it for this invasion… so why? What benefit was there for the ox-kin? For any herbivore Instinctive?” The ox seemed to consider him. “You do not speak or act as the others did, male. Do you not care to know more of the Horde and her numbers? The techniques we use? Insight into the leader’s plans?” Jack shrugged. Those things were important, yes, but hardly super important. They didn’t affect his plans, which were to hunker down and let both the Empire and the Horde exhaust themselves. “Answer the question please.” “We chose because we would die otherwise.” Baidar’s words were simple. “We were told to come or we would be hunted to the last. Our essence used to fuel those who would. The Heralds made examples of those that refused.” “Your ‘essence’ being?” Jack asked with a sinking feeling. “Our earthly form.” Well… that was interesting. And horrifying for a number of reasons. Not least of which being that he’d likely bombed a lot of people that really hadn’t wanted to be anywhere near him. He wasn’t about to lose sleep over it though. He hadn’t wanted them anywhere near him either. “And if the threat of the Heralds were to disappear?” he asked. “What would happen to the many disparate clans of the Horde?” The ox just shrugged. “They would splinter, each pursuing their most natural instinct. The Heralds alone maintain the peace so long as it suits them, using all others as tools – catering to their own instincts. I cannot speak for all Instinctives, but my instincts would demand I flee the Empire. It is a dense hunting ground flush with enemies.” Jack smiled. ----------------------- No means were beneath the Inquisition. Even ones as… unpalatable as this. “Thank the Empress,” her male companion muttered for the umpteenth time as they edged ever closer to the wall of ‘Fortress Five’ and the safety they represented. She resisted the urge to send him a scornful glance. The man was supposed to be pretending to be her uncle and as such she needed to play the part of the demure mortal girl. That did not mean his constant mutterings were not an irritation – as he continually thanked her mother for the work of rebels. Unfortunately, she needed the scruffy looking cretin. A woman traveling alone would have been completely unbelievable given the current chaos in the Empire. Two familial survivors were less so. Theoretically, she might have been better served traveling as the man’s wife… but even she had limits. Perhaps because of that weakness of hers, she’d caught a number of admiring glances from the crowds around them as they waited in line to enter through the fortress town’s gates. As a cultivator she was more attractive than most – despite her attempts to conceal that fact with makeup, dirt and a deep hood – and as a single woman she was something to be coveted. Perhaps this effect might have been diminished if she had been allowed to travel with a group of other ‘relatives’ in the form of her fellow inquisitors, but too many unearthly beauties together would have stuck out like a sore thumb. No, they would be entering as ‘pairs’. One mortal. One inquisitor. “Thank the Empress,” the idiot muttered again as they shuffled forward. For her part, Shi stared up at the impossible walls of the fortress. Walls that should not have been there. Then again, neither should we, she considered. Hers was a trip that was set to take months. And it might have, if she had a mortal army to deal with. So she’d done without it. The mortal army of Hai Guang would march without their cultivator complement. Some would be lost to spirit beasts, certainly, but that was a price Shi was willing to pay if it meant she could resolve the Ten Huo issue faster. To that end, she had fifty cultivators with her. Twenty of her inquisitors and thirty former rebels who were ‘desperate’ to atone for their misdeeds. Her force could neither take ground nor lay a proper siege, but it would serve as a potent strike force if needed. As she had demonstrated in Hai Guang. By conventional reckoning, fifty cultivators would easily be a match for a thousand times their own number in mortals. And for this mission that would hopefully be all she would need. If not, then the mortal army of Hai Guang would arrive in due time. She had been happy about the haste with which they had managed to move. With an emphasis on had. Her gaze wandered over the fortress walls. They looked new, lacking the pits and divots that came with age and exposure to the elements. She was sure of it. She had plenty of time to observe them in the hour she had spent in this line thus far. All to enter a fortress that shouldn’t exist. Couldn’t exist. Nor could the dozen others her scouts had reported. They couldn’t just be bypassed. She and her people could do it easily enough, but that would leave them cut off in enemy territory should ‘negotiations’ sour with the Outsider Divinity. Likewise the incoming army of Hai Guang would be unable to siege them on arrival without cultivator support. Perhaps these tradeoffs might yet be worth it in return for haste. My force may be sufficient to impress upon this outsider the danger of challenging the Dragon, she thought. Perhaps not. In order to make that decision she would need information. To that end, her people had snagged a number of refugees from out of sight of the walls and used them to join the line hoping to gain admission to the fortress. Something that had caused her no small amount of irritation when she discovered they were not Northerners fleeing the conflict but Central residents seeking opportunities. Faithless cowards, she thought as she listened to her companion mutter in an unmistakably central accent. “Next!” She admittedly could have left the task to her subordinates, but she was never one to sit back and do nothing. More to the point, she didn’t have the manpower. There were a dozen of these fortresses and she wanted every one investigated. And with some of her inquisitors required to hang back and keep an eye on the former rebels, she couldn’t hang back and wait for the reports of others even if she wanted to. How were these fortresses built though? She pondered again as she and her companion stepped forward. The mortal gate guard glanced dismissively at her as they strode up to him, before doing a mental double take and staring as his ilk were so prone to doing. He wouldn’t have dared if he knew what she was, but here and now she seemed to be little more than an absurdly beautiful mortal. For her part, she regarded him with a practiced demure smile, even as her gaze roamed over his uniform. It was well made. Expensive. The sort one would normally see on palace guard, not gate guards. More to the point, it was of a strange design. Not Imperial. The weapon is odd too, she noted. A spear? It was slung over his shoulder and had an odd shape - and what appeared to be a trigger. Some kind of crossbow instead? If that’s the case, where’s the bow? Either way, it was as foreign as the man’s uniform. Which could only mean it was a product of the outsider. Which meant the fortress was too. Though the kind of divinity that would lower itself to building a domicile to be crewed by mortals could hardly be called worthy of the title. Still, she would steal one of these weapons in order to gain some insight into her foe’s origins and methods. For even the most innocuous of tools could provide surprising insight. “N-names?” The man – more of a boy – stuttered as he grasped a peculiar grey tablet. “Hao Hui,” the fool said quickly. She smiled. “Shui Hui.” The man tapped something on the tablet as they both stared at him. Did he have a bit of chalk in his hand? Shui couldn’t hear the telltale scratching of chalk or the squishing of ink, only the rhythmic thudding of flesh hitting something hard. Was the idiot pretending to be literate in an attempt to impress her? “That accent and those clothes, you guys are from central right?” he asked after a minute. “Aye.” The boy tsked. “Honestly, you’d think there’d be safe, if nowhere, so close to the throne. Yet we’ve had a few like you through. Seems things are going to shit everywhere.” Shui held her tongue, not just as a result of the traitor’s words, but the way the idiot nervously glanced at her. Fortunately, the guard didn’t notice it or put the other man’s nervousness down to a sharp tongued niece. “Well, you’re safe here.” The man finally lowered the fake tablet. “Built by Lady An herself using the tools of a Hidden Master.” A hidden master? Was that how this outlander had beguiled away these subjects of the Empire? She squished her first inclination to ask more. It was better to be quiet for now lest she draw suspicion. She’d have more opportunities once she was inside. “I’d be happy to show you around.” The boy said, looking at her before stuttering as he turned his gaze back to her ‘uncle’. “B-both of you. I mean, I know how hard it can be in a new place. Wasn’t all that long ago I was standing where you are now. And look at me now.” The man spoke proudly as he showed off his gleaming breastplate. “We might take you up on that offer,” the fool said after she nudged him. “For now though we’re really looking forward to finding an inn and sleeping in an actual bed.” He glanced at the crowd behind them. “Provided there’s any available.” He shook his head. “Naw, you don’t need to worry about that. These fortress city’s have plenty of temporary housing set aside for newcomers. Though you can only stay there a week before the militia – sorry, army - tosses you out so be sure to make use of it. Use the time to find paying work and renting a proper apart ment block, or continuing on down to Jiangshi proper.” The man clearly wanted to ask what an apart ment block was, but held his tongue. The boy turned as a side door opened and a figure came out. It was one of the other guards that had disappeared the moment Shui and the fool walked up. “Ah, now we just need to present you your passes,” the boy said as he smiled at his fellow guard. A fellow guard who was not smiling. He was trying to appear calm – and might even have pulled it off if she weren’t a cultivator. As it was his nervousness was obvious. His gait was tense. His heart was pumping slightly too fast. There was a slight dilation in the eye. A tenseness in his gait. Finally, she could smell the telltale tang of fresh sweat overlaying the old. Did he know what she was? An Imperial? An inquisitor? Or a cultivator? Of the three, that last was not a problem. In fact, it was the most logical explanation. He thought she was a deserter fleeing the war by pretending to be a mortal. It happened more often than most realized – though many could not keep up the illusion for long. “Here are your visitor passes,” the newcomer muttered as he passed two small bracelets over. Shui glanced down at them curiously, and indeed, inscribed in small font was the name she’d given. How curious? She thought. Do they have a small scribe in the back room? Perhaps she might have been more suspicious of the innocuous bits of identification, but similar things were used in other cities. More to the point, each visitor before her had received the same. Still, she had no intention of keeping it on her person for even a moment longer than necessary, lest it be some sort of trap. …Though that seemed vanishingly unlikely given that she felt not a hint of ki from it. “Thank you,” she smiled, making the newcomer stiffen. Ignorant of his colleague’s discomfort, the first guard blathered on. “Remember, you’ll need to present this at each checkpoint you pass so don’t lose it. If you do you’ll need to come back here – and I promise you that they ain’t cheap to replace.” “I’ll be sure to keep it safe.” She beamed, causing the guard to blush. “And I’ll make sure my uncle does too. He’s the forgetful sort.” “T-that’s me,” the fool grunted. “Then welcome to fortress city five.” “Thanks!” Shui continued to smile as she walked through the gait, though her every step was carefully positioned to allow her to dodge if this was some sort of trap. Though as she walked further and further into the surprisingly well-kept paved street beyond, she heard no signs of alarm. No one came running. No cultivators made themselves known. Hmm, it seems my theory was right. The man thought I was a deserter, she decided. How fortunate for him. If he’d made trouble, she would have been inconvenienced, but he would have been the first to die. She would have made sure of it. …That was irrelevant now though. Instead she found herself taking in the sights of this strange new fortress town – and searching for what weakness she could find. Though she did find herself staring at some bizarre art piece stood to the side of the gatehouse. Fashioned in the shape of some giant six-legged crab, it had a single massive trunk that gleamed in the morning light. “Odd statue,” her companion mumbled, following her gaze. An odd statue indeed. Not least of all because some guards were actually sitting on it, ruining whatever mystique the artist had likely tried to create with the admittedly… odd construct. Soon enough though she dismissed it and carried on her way. If her foe was willing to waste time and metal on such frivolous things – which was admittedly just like a divinity – then that would make their defeat and subjugation by the Celestial Empire all that more assured. “For the Empress,” Shi murmured under her breath. First / Previous / Next Another three chapters are also available on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/bluefishcake We also have a (surprisingly) active Discord where and I and a few other authors like to hang out: https://discord.gg/RctHFucHaq submitted by /u/BlueFishcake to r/HFY [link] [comments]
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Wait, is this just GATE? (347/?)
Previous / First Writer's Note: James is once again doing things that no human has ever done before. (At least not in the world he's in.) Jenkins gets to see her dad. And Vickers spits some truth. Enjoy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ James stood at the top of the lift platform with the Voice of Crag and Glag next to him. The Voice was done with her visit to the Griffin's tooth and was due to be back at her home so she could resume her duties as... well... the Voice of Crag. James had mentioned in passing during the first nigh's feast, that he had some gear that might allow him to visit the Orccrag, though he'd also admitted that he wasn't completely certain it would work. The Voice had demanded that he make the attempt. She had been trying for years, with Alixan's help, to create a system that would allow outsiders to come into the Crag for trade and other visits. Now he was standing on the platform looking down into the dark purple mist as the elevator rose up. He was sweating in his gen six M.O.P.P. gear. He held the collapsible combination helmet and hood in his hands and already had the filter display strapped to his left wrist. He'd only opened the plastic seal on the suit about twenty minutes ago so everything was THEORETICALLY in perfect condition, and when he'd done a test seal and cycle the little display had read all green. So he had a little under two hundred hours of filter life before he had to get out of the crag. But that tidbit he'd learned about all the animals the mist killed not rotting still had him on edge. He couldn't think of a lot of things that could kill and preserve that way. But he'd already said he would make the attempt. The plan was simple. They'd get on the elevator, lower down to just below the mist table, then wait about an hour and see how he did. If he passed out or anything else negative happened they'd reverse immediately and get him to a healer. If nothing happened they'd continue down. Luckily both the Voice and Alixan had assured him that as long as anyone exposed to the gas was recovered fast enough there would be no lasting effects. If anything, all the victims of the gas who had survived spoke of a rather pleasant sleep and feeling well rested. James looked behind him to where lady Melady, and a reluctant Gorna, looked on in anticipation. "Almost here." The voice said, sure enough when James looked down he saw the outline of the elevator platform. He wished Amina was here. But she and Alixan had decided to use the opportunity of James's potentially extended absence to undergo something they'd called "The Tooth's Bite". To James the whole thing had reminded him of that old movie from before he was born about the blue people fighting the military. It hadn't been a good movie, so he couldn't remember the name of it. But it had had a scene that reminded him of what the two siblings had explained. Long and short, Amina was going to climb the Griffin's tooth and get herself a new griffin. Preferably one that was larger and much deadlier than the ones the Royal Guard used as standard. James just hoped she didn't die. Though he doubted she would. Mostly he was just worried about the baby. He'd been tempted to bring it up. But the look of excitement in Amina's eyes had made him back down. Still, he'd resolved to have a word with her about it. He didn't want to keep her on a leash or anything like that. But he had noticed over the past few days that she was in fact beginning to undergo the physical changes that all pregnancies had. And it had just reminded him of how careful they needed to be. The elevator rumbled up until it was even with the platform, breaking him from his thoughts. Who am I to tell anyone to be safe? He thought with a sigh. I'm walking into the damn crevasse of imminent doom wearing a MILITARY GRADE body condom. I'm stupid as shit. The Voice stepped onto the platform with her two guards and held out her hand. James took a deep breath, placed the helmet/hood on his head, pulled the hood down, pressed the velcro at its edges down onto their mates, then rolled the material twice (just like training), causing it to tighten as it doubled over a few times, and pressed a different set of velcro down. A quick tap on the display attached to his wrist told it to begin filtering. He took the Voice's hand and stepped up next to her. Glag stepped up next to him, and his hand grabbed onto James's. James looked down at the rock monster, who was looking up at him with what he thought was concern. James just smiled and nodded. Then the elevator began lowering. ----------------------------- Samantha sat in the small meeting room tapping her feet. Her tail wagged, causing a soft thumping noise against the back of her chair as she worried at the edge of her hoodie with her hands. After a few minutes the door opened and her father, wearing a hospital visitors badge, walked in with a small tray with cups of coffee and a bag of what her nose told her were doughnuts. She shot up to her feet immediately and moved to hug him. But she froze as she saw him reflexively flinch back. She'd forgotten, for just a second, what she looked like now. The two of them stared at each other for what felt like hours, though they were just a few seconds. Then her father placed the food down on the small table to his left and moved toward her with his arms open. Samantha moved in and wrapped him in her arms. She felt him tense a little bit. But then he wrapped her up in as close to a bear hug as he could manage. It didn't have the same effect as it had when she was human, and also almost six inches shorter than him, as opposed to the opposite now. But the feeling of his embrace, and the smell of the aftershave he'd been wearing her entire life (overwhelming as it was for her now) made her feel at home for the first time in years. The two of them stayed that way for several long minutes, pretending they didn't feel the gentle sobs of the other as they did. Her father was the first one to break the embrace, pulling back ever so slightly and looking her in the eyes. She wanted to shy away from the gaze, partly because she didn't know what he would see there, and also because she could feel her instincts trying to take it as a challenge. But then he smiled and pulled her back into another hug. "Oh my little Sammy." He said as he hugged her to him again. And her tail began wagging again. -------------------------- "So what did we learn today?" Vickers asked as he sat down with his tray of food. Five and Driscoll both spoke up at the same time. "That you're a dick." Driscoll said as he paused mid-bite. "If you're shooting at were-folk, lead a bit more." Five said as she nibbled on one of the fruit and nut filled pastries. Driscoll glared at her. Vickers speared a bit of mostly raw pork on his fork. "Accurate on both accounts. But wrong." "Learned that doc CAN in fact make something that works for my eyes." Five said. "Yeah. You improved quite a bit once he got it dialed in. We're still gonna be doing some drills though." Vickers admitted. "Your aim was still shaky as hell. What was the real lesson though?" Driscoll sighed as he crossed his arms. "Never walk onto a live range." He said begrudgingly. "Attaboy." Vickers said with a fake smile before practically swallowing the slab of meat on his fork. He wiped his mouth a bit as Five watched the display, frozen like a statue even though she had food in her mouth. "You're not armored anymore. Either of you." He said. "I know that in your suits you were probably capable of going out and picking flowers on a live range without even noticing the incoming fire. But you're not in those anymore." "We know that." Driscoll said, still angry. "You didn't have to have five shoot me in the ribs." "Oh quit whining." Vickers shot back. "It was a training round. She only hit you with one of the fifteen. And I bet the bruise is already damn near gone." He gestured at both of them. "This is why I'm not letting you go on any ops until you've been through training. A normal soldier. Not even a special operations operative like us, just any old grunt who's been to boot and back, would NEVER step foot past the firing line, live fire or not, unless the range had been declared cold." Then he gestured to Five. "And that same soldier would know better than to shoot even a training round at one of their battle buddies. Not unless they were kitted out with a face shield and cup." "Wait." Five said, broken out of what Vickers was beginning to think of as her prey-freeze. "You told me to shoot him." "Sure did." Vickers said. "And for what its worth, it was good shooting. But you didn't even hesitate, and shot at your buddy." "Cause I was told to." She said, now getting almost as angry as Driscoll. "That's part of the problem." Vickers said. "Hell. That's been the main cause of you guys' beef with the Petravians too." "What are you talking about?" Driscoll demanded. His spoon was bending in his hand as he squeezed it. "You two have all this tactical knowledge. All this teamwork built into your brains. You can perform covert operations like they're second nature." Vickers said. "But you've also got no common sense... or uh... soldier's sense." He shook his head. "That feels wrong saying that. But it's accurate..... Did you guys ever even question any of the orders you were given out in the desert?" He asked, causing the two of them to glance at each other. "Like... even just... in your heads. Or behind closed doors." Five was going to say something. But Vickers continued. "If my team leader back on Earth had handed me a mag full of training rounds and told me to shoot one of our team members like that, I'd've called him out on that shit." Vickers said. "And I'd've checked the mag to make sure I wasn't bein' set up." He looked at five. "How'd you know I didn't slip a live round in there?" He asked. "Or what would've happened if I had? What if it had been silver tipped?" This time Driscoll tried to speak up. "Also if my team leader had ordered me to smoke a bunch of cops just because they were arresting some random Navy boys I woulda relieved him of duty." Vickers said, and the parallel that he was drawing was obvious to them. "Don't get me wrong. I'll kill folks for fuckin with me and my crew. But they gotta do something pretty heinous to earn a bullet." "What? Like those bandits that made you so rich?" Driscoll shot back. They'd been given the declassified parts of Vickers' file before they'd ever come to this world. Including a break down of the stuff he'd done since coming here. "You mean the guys that killed one of my traveling companions and COULD have killed me?" Vickers asked rhetorically before sipping on his coffee a bit. Driscoll just stared at him angrily. "It's not that simple." Five said in a hushed tone. She was about to say more. But Vickers once again beat her to it. "I know it's not." He said coolly. "At the end of the day they had given you your lives back. And they controlled you via the suits. I'm guessing that if you'd stepped out of line they would have had no problem ensuring that you couldn't do it again. Or stepping anywhere for that matter." "Yeah." Five said even more softly. "I've seen the way the Toolies care about you guys. Even if they try not to show it." The SEAL said. "And I get it. I do. Even if I haven't ever experienced that myself." "Than why are you grilling us like this?" Driscoll asked. "Because in order for either of you to move forward. We're going to have to break that indoctrination of yours." Vickers said while staring the still aggravated fox down. "You are just as dangerous now as you ever were in your suits. And just as durable too. Just in different ways. Plus you now have the ability to accidentally turn people into were-folk too if you're not careful. And trust me when I say that you do NOT want to get caught doing that." He set his coffee down. "Part of the condition of letting you two be converted was ensuring that I kept you in line, and made sure you understood the laws here. And part of THAT is ensuring that good ole Uncle Sam can't just say a key phrase and cause you guys to go all Benicio Del Toro on the castle." He said with a small laugh. "Orders are one thing. But blind obedience is another." He held up the purple control that linked with their ankle bracelets. "Believe it or not. I want to be able to put this down without having to pick it back up again." Driscoll didn't get the reference, though he did know who Del Toro was. "I'm not even a wolf." Five said as she thought about what Vickers had said. "Beside the point." Vickers replied as he stood up. "I've gotta go check in with Werner. She's been a lot peppy-er these past few weeks. Evening class is at fourteen hundred. Get some rest. Think it over." Then he left them there to do just that. [Next] submitted by /u/PepperAntique to r/HFY [link] [comments]
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Can somebody draw my oc? appearance: silver crown like pic2,. Black gloves and full black waist cape/robe pic3,. White cropped pants pic3, and instead of sandels black Pearls as ankle bracelets on Both feet pic4. (Extremly sorry for my bad english)
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[Amazon] 10Pcs Ankle-Bracelet For Women Gold/Silver [Coupon: DSLER49K] (60% off) - $7.98
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Fashion Love Heart Ankle Bracelet Foot Chain 925 Silver White Women Anklet Gifts
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[FS] [USA] T-shirts / Underwear/Shorts ! Essentials / Heron Preston/ Noah / Versace / Balenciaga / ASVR Workout Shorts -- ALSO LV BELTS, Necklaces & Bracelets/ Tiffany & Co Silver Ring/ Supreme North Face Collaboration backpack/Duffle bag
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Packs a ton and fits under the seat in front of me so they don't charge as carry on. American Flag and north face patches Several handles to carry as a duffle or should straps to carry like a backpack Material is kind of flexible plastic so it should resist water https://imgur.com/a/GqPXh4d Sneak PEAK at what I'm posting this weekend from MIAMIPOKER ! Chat or comment below to be on the waiting list for items below. My Shit sells out fast. Comment Waitlist then the item you are interested in. 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Bracelet with different motifs to look more beautiful female ankles - 50% Off
Material: Alloy Plating: Gold silver Color Environmental standard: Nickel, lead, cadmium free. Buyers show https://www.iluvshoes.info/product/bracelet-with-different-motifs-to-look-more-beautiful-female-ankles-50-off/ submitted by /u/DaisyBaltan to r/ILuvShoes [link] [comments]
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Miabella 925 Sterling Silver or 18K Gold Over Silver Italian Byzantine Link Chain Bracelet or Anklet Ankle Bracelet for Women Teen Girls, 6.5, 7, 7.5, 8, 9, 10
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Filigree Silver Anklet, Silver Beaded Anklet, Beaded Anklet, Flowering, Anklet Boho, Anklets for Women,Braided, Ankle bracelet
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Filigree Silver Anklet, Silver Beaded Anklet, Beaded Anklet, Flowering, Anklet Boho, Anklets for Women,Braided, Ankle bracelet
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15+ KG HAUL REVIEW // MOBILE FRIENDLY // CLOTHING, SHOES + LOTS OF ACCESSORIES // W2C, GP'S & QC PICS // FOG, STUSSY, CHAMPION, ACNE, PRL, PALACE, CE, CHANEL, NIKE, GIVENCHY, ACW, CDG, MORE...
haul overview pic This sub's been kinda dry recently with everyone's package stuck in Narnia, but don't worry, I'm coming through with 15+kg of non-hype goodies to keep you guys drippin. After being stuck in a distribution center in Shanghai for 45 days, lockdown was eased slightly and my package finally rolled into the country. This was originally going to be a 2 part haul, but with everything going corona-crazy and shipping prices multiplying faster than the virus itself, part 2 is on hold for the moment with a ton of items still in the warehouse. You guys apparently enjoyed the format last time so if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Looking for more? Gotchu fam. Previous reviews: 35+ KG MEGALIST + REVIEW // 60+ ITEMS // NON-HYPE WARDROBE OVERHAUL // PALACE, GOLF, CAV EMPT, CG, FOG, PALM ANGELS, P+F, LACOSTE, PRL, MORE... *** Stats Age: 20 Height: 170cm Weight: 60kg Shoe/Penis Size: US 10, EU 43/44 Build Type: Athletic, Lean Location: Australia Hype streetwear here isn't a huge thing, not like EU or NA anyway, so having exact 1:1 reps isn't as important. I usually go more for what looks & feels good. Contents: Jackets/Coats: 3 Hoodies/Crewnecks: 5 Tees/Longsleeves: 6 Pants: 2 Socks/Underwear: 2 Shoes: 4 Accessories/Other: 9 Coronaviruses: 0 *** If you saw the previous review/list, you'll know how it works:I've given every item 3 scores out of 10; one for how they look, 1:1 status etc., one for how they actually feel to wear/use/own, and one for my overall satisfaction with the product. NEW: all products will also have weight included! Love you guys that much.Each item except has a WeGoBuy direct link, taobao W2C, and QC pics. Each item will also have a some quick thoughts from after receiving and using them for a while. The size & colours listed are as selected on taobao, not necessarily TTS. Measure yourselves people, it ain't hard. Note: for transparency, the WeGoBuy link to items contains a referral code. You can use it to pretty much go straight to the agent phase, but if you don't want to use a referral code, just use the taobao W2C link as normal. You know the drill. Let's get into it. 🥼 Jackets/Coats 🥼 Fear of God 6th Collection Faux Fur Canvas Parka // ¥1399.00 // $214.25 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: M // Colour: Khaki (spot) Looks : 10/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 9/10 Weight: 2329g Thoughts: Most expensive clothing rep I've ever bought. Hell, most expensive rep I'll probably ever buy. I had a dilemma when considering this one; I loved the piece, I was practically drooling over fits I could use this in. Problem was, I was probably best suited to a size S which was sold out. It sat in my cart for ages, wondering whether I could still justify it. I couldn't find any other sellers offering it. Eventually I decided it had been sitting in cart long enough that I clearly wanted it bad, and really how much of a difference could 1 size make? SYTM is a renowned FOG seller for quality, and now I can see why. This feels like a retail piece. All the materials are super high quality, the construction is flawless, the faux-fur is nice and fluffy and soft. And the sizing did not come back to bite me - it goes down to about knee height which is 100% fine by me anyway. Looks fine, makes it a bit annoying to sit down but we all gotta make sacrifices somewhere. The zip is a little stiff but will probably loosen up over time (I keep it unzipped mostly anyway). Low-key, fire, and good for layering with a hoodie. Winter is coming down under, and this has been keeping me that 1:1 cozy on them cold cold mornings. Palace Retro Stripe Windbreaker fantasy? // ¥40.00 // $6.74 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: XXL // Colour: 637 black Looks : 6/10 // Feel: 5/10 // Overall: 6/10 Weight: 229g Thoughts: This listing also has a few other ASSC, Palace, Marlboro (real lung cancer hours), BAPE, and Off White pieces in case you're into that. Copped this since I liked the retro look to it, but in hand I'm not so crazy about it. Looks waterproof, but damn it's thin. Very lightweight, might be good to keep rain off but otherwise not sure when I'm wearing this. Reasonably certain it's a fantasy piece too. Blank Archive MAMC Gradient Coat legit // ¥428.00 // $65.55 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: S // Colour: spot Looks : ?/10 // Feel: ?/10 // Overall: ?/10 Weight: 1344g Thoughts: Fuck Taobao Resellers. Was originally looking at this coat on Blank Archive as it looks like a cool, semi-formal long coat for winter, but saw a comment saying that the company drop-ships from taobao. Reverse image search and what do you know: there it is. Selling for $65 on TB, $145 on BA. They didn't even bother to shoot new photos and just stole them too. Fuck you guys. Still in warehouse at the moment, will ship with part 2 of this haul. Stay tuned. 🧥 Hoodies/Crewnecks 🧥 Givenchy Capricorn WHITE Hoodie // ¥330.00 // $50.54 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: L // Colour: white Looks : 2/10 // Feel: n/a/10 // Overall: 2/10 Thoughts: God dammit man. This is an actual grail piece, I had a look and it seemed like nobody could find a white version of this hoodie from any seller. When I managed to find one on reverse image search, I was so hyped. Too bad it ended up being a fuckin catastrophe. Firstly, seller took 3 weeks to ship and didn't give any updates to the agent at all. Secondly, the dragon print is straight up garbage. I'm not usually one to RL for basic flaws, but this was just not even close. I paid for a close up pic to confirm my suspicions; the colour is completely wrong (even though the text looked like the right shade) - closer to a deep blue than a green, the horns and dragon head are way too thin, and they've seemed to just apply sequins at random. Actually tragic. I was tempted to just go with it, but ended up RLing because there was no way that's $50 worth of rep. I've actually found a different seller with what looks like a different batch that I've GP'd, but they're also taking 36 years to ship. Will update with my next haul (sorry for the tease). A-COLD-WALL* Double Layered Long Sleeve Crewneck // ¥110.00 // $16.85 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: M // Colour: Black Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 9/10 Weight: 571g Thoughts: This is niiiiice. Torso fit is really good, sleeve sections are slightly longer which give it the baggier look. Total longsleeve under short sleeve type vibes, but thick and pretty warm too. Wears nicely with a white shirt underneath. Looks like they've nailed the tags too, the outside back tag doesn't seem to have any easily spottable mistakes. Definitely solid cop for the price from one of the lesser hyped brands. Vintage Nike Mini Swoosh Hoodie // ¥145.00 // $22.01 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: L // Colour: Earth Colour Looks : 8/10 // Feel: ?/10 // Overall: 8/10 Weight: 752g Thoughts: Ambition's NEW batch. Still in warehouse at the moment, will ship with next batch. I'm loving the tan colour, and QC looks good. Not too worried about quality or thickness either since the weight looks decent. Champion Reverse-Weave Hoodie // ¥74.00 // $11.18 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 2XL // Colour: Yellow (plus velvet) small C Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 6/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 556g Thoughts: Bought the same hoodie from a different seller in my previous review but it was too damn small so I wanted to cop another. Other seller was OOS tho, so went for this one instead. Heard it's probably same batch, so sized up BIG TIME. Normally wear M, bought 2XL. Somehow this STILL manages to be on the smaller side. At least it doesn't ride up, so it is wearable but a little tight still. Who tf are they sizing these things for? Big boyz probably gonna need to steer clear of this one. Actual quality wise, it feels really nice, just weighty enough and the inside has nice smooth velvet. Just wish they had people sizes instead of smurf sizes. Stussy International Stock Hoodie // ¥128.00 // $19.61 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 2XL // Colour: Dark khaki 3056 # apricot Looks : 10/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 9.5/10 Weight: 613g Thoughts: All I gotta say is that working from home 5 days a week, you truly learn the value of a good hoodie/sweatpants combo. This + the FOG joggers below have been keeping me going for the past few weeks. The quality on this is super nice, the inside is lined with nice material, it doesn't ride up, print is great and hasn't peeled or flaked at all yet. Basically all you could want in a hoodie. I sized up a few times trusting the size guide, and it's maybe a little on the large side for me but I'd still size up a couple of times from retail. 👕 Tees/Long Sleeves 👕 Fear of God Essentials Boxy Photo Tee // ¥98.00 // $15.01 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: S // Colour: black Looks : 8/10 // Feel: 6/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 316g Thoughts: The overall quality of printing and blank material is quite good on this piece, Singor really does come through when it comes to cheap FOG gear. Only problem I have is the sizing feels a little strange? Its about the right length for me but something about the shoulders just makes it feel a little awkward to wear for some reason. Haven't worn retail to compare it, might just be a feature of FOG tees. I'll probably come round to it, let's see when it starts to get more like t-shirt weather again. A-COLD-WALL* Black Turtleneck // ¥129.00 // $19.76 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: M (175-180) // Colour: Black Long Sleeve Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 7/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 546g Thoughts: This is a very nice quality piece for the price, the printing looks good and the zippers on the back feel reasonably sturdy. I haven't worn this one too much yet, still trying to work out how to work it into more fits. I'd love to get this one into more common rotation, but haven't got it worked out yet. So review is kinda bare for now, might come back and update more if I get it worked out. Stussy Lagunas Designs Wave Tee // ¥88.90 // $6.06 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: XL (78-85) // Colour: White sun spray Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 7/10 // Overall: 8/10 Weight: 230g Thoughts: Would have preferred to probably go size L, but I really wanted this specific tee after seeing it in photos and it was only available in XL. Cool summer tee, certified Very Fresh™. Print is good, looks reasonably accurate, but for a pretty much unknown Stussy piece who cares? The sizing is fine, since it's XL it's slightly too big for me but doesn't make that much of a difference. Stussy Dynasty Dragon Tee // ¥88.90 // $6.06 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: L (65-75) // Colour: White dynasty dragon Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 9/10 Weight: 233g Thoughts: Same seller as previous tee so see above. This one is just plain and simple, love the artwork, managed to grab it in the correct size. At $6, no complaints here. Polo Ralph Lauren Oxford Dress Shirts // ¥79.00 // $12.10 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: S // Colour: 1x White, 1x Sky Blue Looks : 8/10 // Feel: 8/10 // Overall: 8/10 Weight: 279g Thoughts: Little bit of extra officewear is always a good thing. Pretty sure it's not really oxford, but feels nice enough to wear, and the insignia is pretty decent. Solid cop for any business repfam who wanna pad out their wardrobe because they're tired of being called out in the office for wearing the same shirt three Wednesdays in a row (you know you do it). 👖 Pants 👖 Fear of God Essentials SS20 3M Trackpants // ¥168.00 // $25.73 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: S // Colour: Beige NO 3M Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 6/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 669g Thoughts: A nice and solid pair of joggers. I've been really into the tan colour palette recently so this has been a nice addition. The embroidery is nice and the rubber patch feels solid and well constructed. The lining on the inside isn't the nicest I've ever felt from tracksuit pants (see the fendi trackies in my previous review) but it gets the job done. They're a little too big for me (even with the oversized FOG style), but luckily the drawstrings can be used to tighten the waist and they're track pants so it doesn't matter if they bunch up around the ankles. Still a solid cop. Kanye Generic Ripped Skinny Jeans // ¥69.90 // $10.71 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 30 // Colour: black Looks : 8/10 // Feel: 7/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 486g Thoughts: Saw mixed reviews on these after I purchased, with some people saying they were good for the price and others saying they came in tatters. Had me a little worried, but they looked good in QC and fortunately were still in one piece when they arrived. The fit is really good on me, skinny-jeans style, but not too tight and a good length. It did seem to shed a little bit with the first few wears, but mainly just loose threads falling off the holes. Only kind of annoying bit is that the waist button rattles a bit when it moves. Good if you wanna walk round sounding like a rattlesnake. 🧦 Socks/Underwear 🧦 Tommy Hilfiger Underwear // ¥19.00 // $2.89 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: L // Colour: sapphire Looks : 7/10 // Feel: 7/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 124g (2 pairs) Thoughts: Someone please stop me. My sock and underwear draw is so full after my previous haul, I don't need more. Yet here we are. Bought two pairs, they look fine and don't stink. As far as QC'ing accuracy goes, who cares? Looks fine enough and let's be real: who else is gonna see these other than you? Check and mate. 👟 Shoes 👟 Fear of God x Nike Air FOG 1s Light Bone // ¥320.00 // $51.46 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 44.5 // Colour: Off-white AR4237-002 Looks : 7/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 8/10 Weight: 2211g Thoughts: Hot damn, actual grail piece here, shoutout Weidian for coming through with the cheap plug. Really wanted the light bone colorway; had to order twice and fuck around with sizing to get the seller to actually ship it but we got there in the end. As far as QC goes, they're not perfect, but holy shit this is my first set of FOG shoes that I've been able to slip into and instantly feel comfy. They don't even need to be broken in at all (unlike my FOG military sneakers which were blister city, population me). Having said that tho, the rubber smell when these arrived was AWFUL. For those who know this piece, it does have the... uh... loose vagina flaw but feel free to put on your clown suit if you think that's gonna be a problem on feet. Few stray glue marks too but as far as a cheaper Weidian pair goes, you're probably not gonna find better. Comme des Garcons x Converse Chucks // ¥188.00 // $28.79 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 44 // Colour: black high Looks : 7/10 // Feel: 7/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 1545g Thoughts: 𝚎 - 𝚋 𝚘 𝚢 𝚖 𝚘 𝚍 𝚎 𝙰 𝙲 𝚃 𝙸 𝚅 𝙰 𝚃 𝙴 𝙳. Y'all meme on these, but I know you've still either copped them or want to cop them. The heart looks better in person than it does in the QC pics fortunately, because as suspected the side of the shoe was just bent inwards slightly which caused it to look strange. Comparing to my retail chucks (I have black lows and white highs), the sizing is almost bang on length wise. It's maybe a little tighter, but still feels snug. The rubber toe is kinda shiny though, a lot more than my retail chucks, but note sure whether this is accurate with the CDGs. So not perfect, but still a decent cop for the price. (yOu dO KnOw iT mEaNs yOu LiKe BoYs ThO RiGhT?) Air Jordan 1 Reverse Shattered Backboard // $139.00 USD (W2C + QC) Size: US10 Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 9/10 Thoughts: My sneaker wardrobe was SEVERELY lacking in J's so decided to pull the trigger and cop 2 of my grails. Ended up going with Willsneaker who is already super well reviewed in the sub. Pricier than a lot of your budget weidian batches, but was hopefully paying for higher quality. You can buy with an agent if you like or purchase direct from his website and he will ship directly to you. Super easy communication over Whatsapp and does discount for PayPal transactions (you'll need to do friends and family). Quality is very nice, feel nice and plush to wear and come with alternate laces like retail. No corner flaws either. The material feels nice and sturdy, even to the point where I almost have to criticise it. They don't come laced so you have to do that yourself, and the leather material was so tough that it was super difficult to get the laces through the hole, and they'd sometimes come out the other side with glue on them. This is just a minor gripe though because once they're on foot, they're fantastic. Air Jordan 1 All Star Chameleon // $139.00 USD (W2C + QC) Size: US10 Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 9/10 Thoughts: Also from Will, see above for thoughts. These do have the correct colour-changing sections and look different depending on where the light hits, so very happy with these for the price. 💎 Accessories/Other 💎 Rolex DayDate 36mm Swiss 2836 // $378.00 USD (W2C // QC) Size: 36mm // Colour: Blue Dial, Presedential Bracelet Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 8/10 // Overall: 9/10 Thoughts: Tell me more about how some of y'all are scared to try and pull off Supreme. Shoutouts r/RepTime. I'm not gonna go too deep into QC or anything here since reptime has way more (and much better info) regarding how to source and QC these pieces. I've never really had or worn a proper watch other than shitty electronic ones so I wanted something versatile and clean that I could wear around a lot. I think it's important to understand the difference between dealers, factories, movements, and models, so I haven't given the link for W2C. My dealer was trustytime, if you want to know more either DM me or go do your own research at r/RepTime. You will likely have to adjust the bracelet as well when it arrives, so if you're not willing to put some effort in for your reps steer clear. This is a highkey beautiful watch though, love seeing the light reflect on it, and it's really more of an "if you know you know" type flex as it'll be hidden on your wrist a lot of the time (unless you go round flaunting it in people's face, but not really recommended with a $50K watch). Acne Studios Brushed Metal Ring // ¥28.00 // $4.25 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 8 yards (59mm) // Colour: 1 black, 1 steel Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 8/10 // Overall: 8/10 Weight: 14g each Thoughts: On that clean, minimalism type shit. Proof you don't gotta be loud with your cops. Has the Acne Studios tag engraved on the inside so it is an actual rep, not just a similar looking ring. You probably won't find better quality for the price. Fits perfectly around my ring (4th) finger so measure yourself up and go as TTS as possible I think. Gucci Silver Feline Ring // ¥108.00 // $16.54 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 20 yards (perimeter 60mm) // Colour: n/a Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 8/10 // Overall: 9/10 Weight: 41g Thoughts: Ok, now this is some straight HEAT. Comes with a sort of worn look (which I think is intended and also works well with the piece). Has proper Gucci engraving inside. Fits well around my second finger, and a little loose but okay on my fourth finger. This isn't an in-your-face kinda flex, but damn up close it looks good. Would definitely cop again. Chanel Pendant Necklace // ¥12.00 // $2.91 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: n/a // Colour: Silver Necklace-(# 005) Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 6/10 // Overall: 8/10 Weight: 5g Thoughts: Very sleek, goes great with more classy outfits. It has different little baubles at the end of the chain so you can adjust the sizing a bit, but it doesn't hang down very far at all so I was always using the furthest bauble. Not recommended for my thicc neck repfam. It's pretty fidgety to do up and undo so you may want to consider keeping it on when you end up banging all the ladies you pull wearing it. Ambush Pill Necklace // ¥35.00 // $5.36 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: n/a // Colour: Golden Capsule Looks : 8/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 8/10 Weight: 24g Thoughts: Don't listen to whatever your parents told you, drugs do in fact 100% make you cool./s But regardless, this is about as good as it gets for the price. Engraving is nice, feels solid and heavy, finish is clean and hasn't scratched yet. For 5 bucks idk what more you want. Squared-off Metal Ring // ¥28.00 // $4.25 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: 9 yards 6.2cm // Colour: Gold Looks : 6/10 // Feel: 8/10 // Overall: 7/10 Weight: 18g Thoughts: Probably my least favourite of my jewellery cops, but mainly because it's just not as cool as all the others. Just a generic ring in this style, looks fine in hand but guess I just wasn't as satisfied compared to the other ones. Can't really explain why (great reviewing, I know). For $5 it's fine. Unbranded Barb Wire Necklace // ¥28.00 // $4.25 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: n/a // Colour: thorns necklace Looks : 7/10 // Feel: 6/10 // Overall: 6/10 Weight: 83g Thoughts: Good for homies who want that 1:1 neck piercing. Looks exactly how one of these should, main issues are it's actually a little bit pointy on the barbs (who would have though), and it can be pretty hard to find the latch to undo it among the rest of the metal that looks exactly the same. Be sure to get that tetanus shot before copping. Unbranded Silver Bracelet // ¥18.00 // $2.73 USD (WeGoBuy // W2C // QC) Size: L code 200mm (17-18cm) // Colour: Silver Looks : 9/10 // Feel: 9/10 // Overall: 9/10 Weight: 27g Thoughts: Exactly what I was looking for; just wanted a bracelet in this style and this one looks great, fits perfectly, and comes cheaper than a Maccas meal. Really easy way to up your accessories game, not everything you wear needs to be branded and loud. Super happy with this one. *** FINAL THOUGHTS Once again, WeGoBuy has successfully drained me of coathangers after this. Very happy with this haul, it's not super broad or varied piece-wise, but has done a lot to help patch out some holes in my wardrobe and give me some extra options when constructing outfits. There wasn't really anything this time around that I regretted shipping, so you can't really ask for much more than that. They 45+ day wait on shipping was a bitch though. Part 2 with the other >12kg will be coming sometime in the future once shipping prices settle a little, so stay tuned for that if you're looking for some more fire, low-key items. If anybody has actually made it this far, love y'all.Hope you stay safe and stay dripping 🔥 submitted by /u/SleepDOTexe to r/FashionReps [link] [comments]
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I found a letter buried under a willow tree. Now I think something else is wearing my mother's face.
Here. Have an update. My mom owns rental properties all over the town I grew up in. When I came home for Easter and just didn’t go back, she let me lounge on the couch and play video games for about a week before handing me a box of cleaning supplies and a key, and telling me that if I was going to be a mooch I was at least going to be a useful one. Most of the time when tenants move out they leave the place completely trashed. Whatever accumulated junk or broken furniture or clutter they don’t feel like dragging to the next place gets left behind. Once in a while if they’re feeling friendly they’ll haul it out to the curb. Most of them don’t even do that much. I spent a lot of my weekends in high school digging through piles of other people’s crap. My mom is big into the church community and she can’t stand it when people throw away stuff other people can use. She always made us sort out anything that could be donated to the thrift stores. We happened across some interesting things over the years. Crates of old comic books we had never heard of, a collection of elaborate crucifixes, books on every subject, taxidermied birds, creepy handcarved wooden dolls. People collect the weirdest shit. One time my brother and I found a cardboard box full of gay pornos on vhs, studded leather harnesses, handcuffs and dildos as big as rolling pins. We made a game out of sneaking them into our enemies’ lockers at school. It kept us occupied for over a month and we never even got caught. Sometimes we’d find sad things. Things that you’d wonder why someone would leave behind. Diaries. Photo albums. Old love notes kept in shoeboxes with crumbling dried flowers. I try not to think too hard about that stuff. It just makes me sad. When I was a little kid I’d come in crying over dead frogs and baby birds I found outside, convinced that there was a whole epic story behind their death, a family that missed them, all sorts of stuff. My mom used to tell me my heart was too big for my own good. Really, I just think I have an overactive imagination and I let it get the best of me sometimes. I can work myself into a state over anything I find interesting enough to spend more than five minutes thinking about. That’s actually why I’m here. I need a second opinion on something I found while cleaning out an apartment today. I thought about showing my mom but I’m pretty sure she’d just roll her eyes and tell me to put it in the donation box. Then again, I don’t want to get all worked up over what might just be some dumb tenant’s idea of a parting shot. If it’s a practical joke, it’s a good one because I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day. The place I was cleaning out was over on the west end where all the college kids stay at. I hate dealing with the fallout from those moves. It’s funny how all the Millikids I’ve met do nothing but blather about sustainability and going green and being environmentally conscious, and then as soon as spring hits they run off back home and leave us to deal with their beer stains and trash piles and splintered furniture. This building was an old house split into three units, one on each floor. The middle floor used to house a couple of college girls. It showed. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that girls are neater than guys. They had (surprise) decided to pick up and leave with no warning and an overdue rent bill. It looked like a bomb went off in there. They left all their furniture, dinged up dressers and stained mattresses and ratty secondhand couches. They left clothes all over the floors, a sea of empty shampoo containers in the shower, empty liquor bottles and trash and spoiled food all over the kitchen. There was mud literally everywhere, on the floors, on the beds, on the windowsills, even smeared on the mirror in one of the bed rooms. I sighed, put on a pair of gloves and got to work. It took me nearly an hour to get all the trash cleared out, bagged up and hauled out to the dumpster. My respect for the former tenants plummeted by the minute. These people were slobs. I was scrubbing stuff off the walls that I couldn’t even identify. Drips and splatters of some kind of disgusting dried up gunk that looked like a bunch of kitchen seasonings had been mixed up with something liquid and glopped everywhere. It was smeared around every single window in the unit. A bunch had dripped into the carpet, which was obviously going to need to be professionally cleaned. On top of that, as I made progress on that, I started noticing black sharpie scrawled all over the windows themselves. I ransacked the bathroom for a half full bottle of acetone nail polish remover and started rubbing the marker off the glass. Most of it was just gibberish that looked like a different language, but as I went I started to notice the same phrase in English written over and over. Under the willow tree. I lost count after rubbing away the sixteenth repetition. My annoyance and disgust was beginning to slide into a vaguely creeped out feeling. I was starting to wonder if there was something mentally wrong with one or both of the former tenants. That’s when I looked out of the last window I was cleaning and saw the huge willow in the back yard. I went outside and ducked between the hanging strands. It was cool and shady underneath the tree. I looked at the ground intently but there was nothing there. Just fallen leaves and dirt. I jumped and nearly hollered when something popped up in the cleft of the trunk. It was just a cat. A huge stripey gray one with big yellow eyes that glared at me intently from the tree. I made a shooing motion with my hand. I don’t like cats. I’m allergic to them and every single cat I meet seems to instantly love me, rubbing all over me and making me break out in hives. I’ve started thinking they know I can’t stand them and are just doing it to be dicks. This one, though, it didn’t seem too fond of me. I stared right back at it. The complete feral hostility in its eyes was actually a little unsettling. Then, like flicking on a switch, it winked at me, warbled one of those syrupy sweet happy cat sounds and hopped down from the tree to meander over towards me. I braced myself to push it away with my foot when it started rubbing against my ankles, but it stopped a few inches away and patted at the ground. If you’ve ever watched a cat at a mouse hole, that’s what this cat was doing. Tapping lightly and excitedly with its paws at a patch of empty dirt. Movement in the tree caught my eye and I looked up to see more cats appearing in the branches like they were strolling out of thin air. At least five of them, and I caught more shapes moving up in the higher branches. I felt like a complete idiot doing it, but I got to my knees and I started digging. I’ve played too many RPGS not to. You don’t just walk away from a quest leading to buried treasure, even if it was buried by hoarders and pointed out by cats. As soon as I sank my fingers into the dirt I knew I was on the right track. The ground was loose and crumbly like it had already been dug up recently. A few inches down I struck gold and uncovered a round object about the size of a softball buried between the roots. It was wrapped thickly in cling wrap, I’m assuming to keep the moisture out. I took it unside and clipped off the plastic to reveal a heavy, ornate old music box with a rose on the lid. It looked like it could be pretty valuable, so I zipped it up in an inner pocket in my backpack after I removed the contents to take a closer look. There were only two things inside it. A key and a letter. I had to use the edge of a book to decrinkle the paper enough to read the cramped handwriting. Dear stranger, If you’ve found this, I’m sorry. I don’t want to pull anybody else into this, but if something happens to me, somebody needs to know where I’m going and what I’ve done. Forgive me for the buried treasure routine. I can’t risk leaving it out in the open and having someone toss it without really looking at it. I need someone with a kind heart and a healthy sense of curiosity to be my insurance policy. I need someone to believe me. I screwed up. I opened the wrong door, a door that should have been left closed forever. There are dark things out there. Evil things underneath this city, living in the cracks in between this world and another. I’ve seen them. Horrible things. Things that can come for you in the night and squeeze the air from your lungs. Things that can wear the face of someone you love. These things took my best friend. Jude disappeared three weeks ago during a trip into the tunnels underneath Greenwood Cemetery. My memories of that trip and the following five days are gone too. Since then I’ve been trying to find her, and in the process I’ve learned more than I ever wanted to know about Decatur. I must be getting warmer. These things don’t want her found. They’ve been coming after me hard every night. I’ve found help in strange and impossible places, but I’m never more than half a step ahead of what’s chasing me. And now I’ve found the missing piece. I found what they didn’t want me to find. I found the right door. I’m going to go through it and, god help me, I’m going to find my friend. But I need your help. It’s not too late. You can put this letter back, bury the music box, walk away. No one could blame you. But if you can find it in your heart, I’m leaving a key underneath this letter to a storage compartment across town. Inside is everything I could put together. Find it. Find Caleb. And then, if you’re braver and kinder than I, find us. I don’t know if I’ll be alive or dead when you read this, or if Jude and I will both be lost in the darkness. All I can give you is what I’ve found in the weeks since my best friend disappeared and left the world as I knew it in pieces. Help us. Please. Holly “Ready to stop for the night?” I started at my mom’s voice. I hadn’t even heard her come in, but there she was in the doorway of the apartment, looking like a million bucks in heels and a slinky black dress. “Whoah, mom, hot date tonight?” She just winked. My mom’s a salt of the earth kind of lady. She wears pantsuits to church. I hadn’t seen her in a dress since the funeral. Her hair seemed a lot smoother too, and her skin was practically glowing like polished wood. She looked great. Well, good, I thought, it’ll be good for her to get out of the house and maybe meet someone nice. “What are you reading?” She asked. I almost showed her, but a little voice in the back of my head whispered wait. So I held up the book I had been using to smooth out the paper while stuffing the actual letter in my pocket with the other hand. She cocked an eyebrow as she read, “Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus?” Oops. I forced an embarrassed laugh, feeling like I was 14 trying to lie to her about where I was spending the night again. “Oh, you know, I’m just trying to get a peek into the mysterious ways of you women,” I invented. Then, Just as she shook her head and turned to walk into the kitchen, I heard myself blurt out, “Just don’t tell Elijah.” I froze with no idea why that had just come out of my mouth, and then braced for the inevitable impact. My older brother Elijah has been dead for nearly three years. Cops found his body beaten to a pulp in Lincoln Park the morning after he graduated high school. They tried dismissing it as a gang rivalry thing at first. When my mom flipped shit and pointed out the fact that Eli was an honors student with a squeaky clean record, they switched to lukewarm speculation about it being racially motivated. The case was never solved. Mom and I dealt with it in different ways. I slipped gently into an antisocial twilight zone of video games and mediocre grades. Mom barely left her room for six months, and then one day I came home from school to find her cooking in the kitchen with her hair freshly done. Every picture of my brother had been taken down off the walls, and his room was packed up and swept clean. I only brought him up once after that day, and she told me in no uncertain terms that if I wanted her to stay sane and functional, never to say his name to her again. And I hadn’t. Until now. She turned back towards me. I met her gaze with dread. There was a weird moment then. If you’ve ever been around someone who was tripping balls on mushrooms, you might know what I mean when I say that her eyes looked less like eyes and more like twin sinkholes, black and huge and going down and down forever. It was like walking into Eli’s room to find the walls stripped of his Mortal Kombat Posters and swimming trophies. It was like looking at a familiar house with all the lights out. Nobody home. I had a crazy second where I hoped that my mother was on drugs so that she wouldn’t remember this conversation. Then she completely swept the rug out from under me. She laughed. She said, “It’ll be our little secret.” And then she walked into the other room like it was no big thing. “Why don’t you head on home?” She called from the kitchen. “I’m just going to lock up.” “Sure,” I said. I was staring at the wedge of kitchen floor I could see through the doorway, where my mother’s shadow fell, only it didn’t so much look like my mother’s shadow because it was too big and it had way, way too many limbs… I picked up my backpack and walked home in a daze. By the time I turned onto my street I had myself pretty much convinced that she was probably waiting to chew me out until after her date so as not to ruin her night. I was just letting that letter and my imagination get the best of me again. But when I let myself in, my mom was already there, tucked under a blanket on the couch, wearing her old bathrobe and reading a book with a half-drunk mug of tea steaming on the coffee table. I hadn’t noticed her car passing me on the way. Come to think of it, I also hadn’t noticed it at the apartment. “Hey, Zaya,” She greeted me, looking up from the page when she heard the door. “Hi, mom,” I replied. My lips felt numb. “What happened to the dress?” She just looked at me blankly. “What dress?” “Never mind.” I walked past her and up the stairs. “I’m beat. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Isaiah! Take off your shoes!” She called after me. I didn’t answer. I was too busy thinking, things that can wear the face of someone you love. EDIT - Ok, wow, I'm up and awake and I just finished reading through all of the stories by /u/crypticpasta and I'm kind of losing my shit a little. Wow. Ok. Talk to me, guys. Let's figure this out. EDIT2 - Mom just dropped off the keys to the apartment. I'm picking up some sage and salt to attempt to ward the doors and windows, and I'm gonna go see if I can find the key I dropped. Hopefully I find it. If I do I'm going to the storage compartment tomorrow. I'll update either tonight or tomorrow once I know more. EDIT3 - Doors and windows salted, sage burnt, and I fucked up all the drains for good measure so I can tell my mom I’m fixing it up and she doesn’t rent it out right away. It would feel wrong to toss their things and take their home away. Not after all they’ve been through. What they’re still up to their necks in. Well, I felt like a total creep doing it, but after I warded everything, I went through all of their things. And I mean all. I’m nothing if not thorough. Holly’s room didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. Anything relevant, anyway. This girl is a straight up nerd. She’s like a grandma in a cute 20-something’s body. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many balls of yarn or cat figurines in one place before. I began to build an idea of them both in my head as I went through boxes and backpacks and drawers and notebooks and pictures. It’s obvious that Holly and Jude are tight. They seem like a textbook example of an unstoppable force and an immovable object. Jude has this crazy pink anime hair and tattoos all over and in every picture she’s smoking cigarettes, grinning, making crazy faces, throwing peace signs. You can almost feel the energy vibrating off of her. She has life of the party written all over her. Holly’s got a quieter look. Patient. Serene. Her long dark hair is wildly curly. It reminds me of Hermione Granger before the actress got old enough to be glamorized. I picture her being the one laughing as she takes off Jude’s shoes and tucks her into bed after a drunken night out. They have this satisfying yin and yang quality about them when they’re pictured together, but there’s something about both pairs of eyes that says they’re not so different when you really get down to it. Made it pretty fucking heartbreaking, knowing what happened to them. I spent a long time just sitting on the floor reading through Jude’s notebooks. Her handwriting is neater than I would have expected. The contents have no organization. Notes from sociology classes merge into song lyrics merge into startlingly honest journal entries merge into doodles of a cat in a superhero mask doing things like pooping neatly wrapped tootsie rolls into a Halloween candy basket. Scribbled conversations between her and Holly in a shared class made me chuckle, but the more I read the more depressed I felt. These were just a couple of nice, normal ass chicks. They didn’t deserve all of this. I mean, I knew what I was doing. I was mentally turning them into the helplessly crushed baby birds I cried over as a kid. I know I don’t know them, not really. You can’t know someone from a couple of hours of riffling through their shit. But the longer I sat there the more iron I found creeping up my spine. I know I’m going to help them. I can’t walk away. I won’t. Maybe I couldn’t save any of those orphaned baby bunnies or crippled frogs, maybe I couldn’t breathe life back into those little corpses. Maybe I couldn’t pick my brother’s mangled body up off the pavement and give him back the years that should have been his. But this I can do. And like a sign from God, as soon as I made up my mind, I looked down and saw a little flash of silver peeking out from underneath the corner of the rug. I found the key. Game on. That shadow bitch won’t be wearing my mama’s face or any face at all when I’m through with it. Round one, fight. EDIT4 – GUYS I FOUND GOLD. Ok. You know how I said in the comments that I was taking home some stuff to look over tonight? Ok, well one of those things was a shoebox full of crap from when Jude was in middle school. Buried underneath a pile of drawings, old bracelets and Lisa Frank stickers was a tie dye journal with a lock on it. I made a silent apology to Jude and sliced through the cover so I could start skimming through. The dates span from summer 2003 to spring 2004. I started finding mentions of Caleb right off the bat. I’m still reading but I got a last name, Barker. I also think he’s some kind of racially ambiguous brown, because little Jude refers to a game they played where Caleb would change his claimed ethnicity every time they hung out and then tell her scary stories from that culture. I looked at the first page of search results on Facebook and didn’t find anyone I thought matched the description I’ve gleaned so far, but I’m going to keep reading and see if I can find anything else. submitted by /u/solotopvladimir to r/nosleep [link] [comments]
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