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June 4th, 2013 (12:10 AM).
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June 4th, 2013 (5:45 PM).
Delta Mayor -
In less than a week's time life had gone from simple living to a rather hectic arrangement. Longing for the simple days happened whenever Delta was coerced into training with others, something she detested. The AUP emphasized the "Unification" part of their name a little too much for her liking they also talked too much. Outbursts happened quite often, especially when individuals thought it was appropriate for them to address her as Delta. Sometimes she went as far as threatening their meaningless lives, she was beginning to see why it bugged Evo so much, though she wasn't fond of him either. A loner by nature Delta stayed away from all those she considered weaker than herself, William and Agnes. The former seemed to question everything and mixed with a sarcastic personality constantly made Delta throw daggers his way, one day she imagined they would be real daggers. With the other Delta didn't like her "bubbliness", it was almost as if she craved attention in the way she was nonstop moving and talking. Conversations, if any occurred at all, between Delta and the other two were short and sweet (or rather she swore at them in Polish) before she sent them on their way, far, far, far away. She needed someone who could bring the heat, a fiery personality that could only be rivaled by her own.
June 4th, 2013 (8:07 PM). Edited June 4th, 2013 by SV.
Nathaniel Calaway and James Hazen- The Librarian's Home, Under the Vatican, Rome, Italy
James cursed under his breath. It was way too damn early in the morning for him to be listening to the constant, neverending jubilance of the Librarian, or Henry, or whatever the hell he was calling himself. For the past week as they trained with the man, he would rarely break through this personna he was in, as if he was trying to rub off on the others. James didn't want to bite. He wasn't looking for a friend, or someone to be amiable with in the man. He was there for training, and that was the extent of their relationship. Though, it didn't seem to go through the Librarian. He continued his smiling game, and James was slowly getting annoyed by it. When they were gathered in the breakfast hall, he assumed they would be doing another training exercise together, which basically meant relatively the same overall training process in the end. He found himself excited about the prospect maybe the first few days, but soon after the idea of training no longer inspired him as it did. He was beginning to see it more as a means to an end. Power was that end, though it was beyond that. He didn't want to just acquire that power, he wanted to use it for something. What exactly that was, he didn't know.
But the Librarian surprised him this time around. Just as he was beginning to start daydreaming as the man would prattle on about what they would do today, the words 'Paris is being terrorised by a meteor-controlling Atlantean' made him sit up and focus on Henry. "You're joking," James replied, a smile creeping on his face. He turned to Nate who sat beside him. "Heh...about time we'll be getting to use our powers on some live targets, eh Nate?"
"You should know I am not too fond of using my powers on 'live targets', James," Nathaniel began, sighing. "But this fight would be justified well enough. These terrorists are no better than the ones from the London center." Nathaniel tensed up, with the flood of emotions from earlier overcoming him. The anxiety, the anger, all of it. He would always look back at the day, wondering if what he did was right. It felt right at the time. And as much as Nathaniel ran through the situation in his head, it still did. But was there a better way? There had to be. Wasn't there always? It was all so confusing.
"Yeah, yeah. I hear you," He said, rolling his eyes as he stood up and accepted the leather jacket from the Librarian. He looked over it, determining if it was something he would wear, before grimacing and tossing it onto the couch he was just sitting on. "You know, some lives don't matter. These f*ckers probably had their chance. They'll get what's coming to them."
For Nathaniel, the leather jacket was completely redundant, as not only was Nathaniel practically immune to the cold at this point, but also he already had his. He gently removed the Librarian's offering and put on his own jacket (of which he was holding already). "It does not necessarily justify murder James. Murder doesn't solve anything. It only exasperates the problem further. 'An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.' You should try to remember that." James' world view was clearly warped by something, though Nathaniel could never quite figure out why. He had honestly tried, but soon quit. Uncharacteristic of him? Yes, but his efforts would be better spent on making James understand why laws were there. Why they were needed. Laws provided order. A standard to follow and something to strive towards. Educating James would probably be better than trying to understand him.
James sighed, turning to Nate and straigtening up and giving the larger man a salute. "Yes, Commandant Calaway!" James jokingly teased. He had observed during their time together that the two of them had a very different way of perceiving things. They had gotten along well enough besides not having many ideals in common because of the few things that they did share. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but they both had it. Ambition? A desire to become stronger? Maybe both? He wasn't sure, but it was enough to tie them together into an unlikely friendship. He opened him palm as he accepted the chain with a blue rock at the end, what the Librarian referred to as an Atlantean crystal, which served to amplify their powers apparently. Much more useful than a leather jacket, James thought to himself.
Grabbing Nathaniel and James' shoulders, he prepared to teleport them off to combat. Oakley held onto James, and Otto touched her father's back. A moment later, the group was gone from the underground home of the Librarian, and right in the middle of a burning inferno that was once Paris. Paris looked like hell on earth. Or God was taking a sh*t on it. Paris was the toliet of God. A grand french toliet of unparalled design. It was no wonder that the French capital was a tourist spot, for its luxurious comforts have lured the divine being in the sky above to lay his holy crap upon the world. A holy crap that given the amount of burning chunks ravage the land, God was clearly suffering from indigestion. He took vegnence upon the poor French people for whatever reason, but then again he was God and needed no reason in the end.
That or it was just a beserk Atlantean reeking hell on earth. Take your pick.
A smile crept onto James' face as he stepped forward and admired the burning French capital. He scretched his arms out to his sides, sweat pouring off of him from the heat the fire emitted. He had never been to Paris, but he had seen pictures of it. People called it a beautiful city. James saw another example of gothic to modern architectural style, another design intended to make an impression on people. All he would see from the pictures was exaggerations and wasted money. The present state of the city, the burning buildings, the fire that scorched the earth, people running for fear of their lives. To him, that felt more real than anything he had seen before. It was in such moments that people embrace their primal instincts of survival, abandoning all created and adopted norms for the purpose of self-preservation. At this brink of death, this scene of absolute chaos and destruction, people are at their most vulnerable. However, people are also at their most capable. Their true nature awakens, their true selves. It is at these moments that they are most alive. That is why James viewed the present scene before him as true beauty.
A smile crept onto his face as he turned back to Nate, motioning him forward while ignoring the Librarian's calls to stay together. He didn't particularly want to travel with any of the others, but he wanted Nate to understand. "I hear something coming from over there. Music maybe? Let's go check it out!" He exclaimed, his tone giving off his excitement. James didn't think there was anywhere else in the world he would rather want to be right now.
Nathaniel sighed, "Fine then. But you will follow my lead from then on. I can't have you lose focus on the mission on hand." He made his over to the sound of music that James was so entranced by before turning back to the others. "Excuse me, but perhaps it is better we spilt up. James and I can handle ourselves. Librarian, keep Oakley safe," Nathaniel said with a slight nod. "Come now, James. Lead the way...I guess." The sight of a burning city was less than appealing to Nathaniel, as it left little to the imagination. Or hope. Hope was literally burning alive in the city as meteors battered the buildings, the icons of artistic architecture that Paris had prided itself on for generations. All for what? The thought was sickening. If you wanted to make a message, there were far more tactful ways to do it. Nathaniel wanted to find the leader and take him out as soon as possible. But things were rarely that easy.
"Sure thing," James responded still with a grin on his face, as he led them on through the burning terrain. He tried to follow the sound of the music as best he could through the heavy noise the crashing meteors continued to make, while avoiding the rain of magma as best he could. The two stayed relatively close to each other as they maneuvered through the ruined city, James primed for a good fight, and he knew he would soon be getting one.
In a sudden mistep, a meteor came crashing not a few meters away from the pair, landing right into the ground and sending ember, rock, and dust into the air, and causing James to be pushed off away from Nate. Smoke and dust rose swiftly through the air, and James coughed a bit as he slowly rose to his feet. Luckily, he was unharmed. "Nate?" He called out, wondering if he was also unharmed.
"Yeah I'm here," Nathaniel coughed. "You alright?"
"Never better," He yelled back, examining the area of impact. Through the smoke, to the right of where he stood, a saw the silhouette of a figure approaching their direction. Or rather, he seemed to be running rather than walking. Still, what struck James as odd is he didn't exactly appear to be running from the meteors. He was running, but not necessarily away. Perhaps towards something. If James had to guess, he was certain the man was an Atlantean, or tied to one of them. Maybe he was one of the the terrorists. Maybe he was from one of the other groups the Librarian talked about. Whoever he was, he was now James' selected target. "Hey, I'm gonna check out this guy. He might be Atlantean. You go on ahead." James called to Nate through the dust. He coughed once, bringing his hand to his mouth to cover it from the smoke, then watched as the dust slowly settled to reveal the man that would be his first challenger.
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June 4th, 2013 (9:25 PM).
Austin Tseng - Atlantean Royal Mansion
"Hey, Austin, wanna play?" A tallish blond kid extended the handle end of a ping pong paddle towards Austin. His acquaintance George, a 16 year old Ukrainian, was borderline professional at the game, his ability only enhancing his prowess on the table. Austin smiled, and grunted in affirmation. He knew he would lose and he didn't like that, but maybe he could at least score a couple times. Besides, he could always take him to school on the ball court later.
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June 10th, 2013 (5:53 PM).
Nathaniel Calaway- Paris, France
Nathaniel took to the streets of Paris, practically abandoning James for the sake of the mission. Which was…? That was a good point. Nathaniel did not really understand his mission, which truly lies in fault with the Librarian and his endless eccentricities. As interesting, wise and helpful he has been, Nathaniel always looked back at his conversation with James as a reminder of why the Librarian could not be trusted. Why would an Atlantean as powerful as him need the assistance of a few unknown Atlanteans? Was he the collector that Nathaniel imagined? He wanted to be wrong. He wanted to believe that the Librarian was a good man; a leader with the best intentions for humans and Atlanteans alike, but there was a shred of suspicion that always loomed overhead. It worried that he left Oakley with him, but with the limitless power that the Librarian had on hand, she couldn't be anywhere safer. At least she wouldn't be hurt. The Librarian didn't seem the sort to explicitly hurt people. No, if anything, he would rather keep his valuable resources alive and use them to his full advantage. He needed them. Thinking of it, he was concerned for Oakley. Despite hardly bonding during the training, he did his best to help her out, watch over her and befriend her. Her ability has put her through a lot and Nathaniel understood that. Making friends and keeping the whole atmosphere calming was the least he could do. And probably it was the best he could do too.
Meanwhile, James…he was a whole another story. James and Nathaniel trained together intensely, constantly pushing the other to improve. They practiced and honed their abilities, teaching each other a few cool tricks that shockingly revealed some genuine ingenuity in both Atlanteans. That being said, the two bickered outside of training. While they had comparable goals, their means to a shared end were far different. Nathaniel did not bond to James easily, but he was a respectable man nonetheless. He brought new ideas to the table and was an intelligent man in his own way. Not the traditional intelligence that Nathaniel usually respected, but with everything that happened, a new perspective was welcome. Though, James' open mind to murder was disturbing. He wonder if James ever took a life. Nathaniel has. Something he wish he didn't. As much as Nathaniel tried to justify it, he cannot erase the past. And he feared he would have to do it again. Would it be easier? Would Nathaniel fall into the trap that James seemed to fall into it years ago? Nathaniel just hoped that his principles would prove stronger than the necessary deeds that would follow to make his visions for the future a reality. His vision for a better world. Just what the world would look like was going to be decided today.
Nathaniel walked throughout the streets of Paris, watching as the city crumbled before the meters as they crashed to the ground. The city was reduced to a winding maze of chaos, burning bright in flames. People were fleeing in all directions, forcing Nathaniel to wade through. He tried to make his way to the source of the problem. The Eiffel Tower was the only landmark of importance that he knew about, so Nathaniel tried his best to make it there. Perhaps that was the source of the problem. And Nathaniel could be the solution. That is what he was hoping.
Nathaniel bolted towards the Eiffel Tower. The sounds of battle to a not so enjoyable soundtrack welcomed him as Nathaniel crept ever closer. Nathaniel slowed his approach as to not endanger his vantage point. For now, he had the element of surprise. He could scout out the opposition and make the best attack possible. However, his nature could the best of him. As he peered through the smoke and debris of the battle, he saw what appeared to be a large, stone golem-like monster stand over a girl, maybe half his size, ready to crush the innocent girl. Nathaniel could not stand for that. He ran closer, remembering his training, froze the water molecules in the air creating a large pillar that drove into the golem's chest launching him back several meters from the girl. Given the nature of the beast, it barely would hurt him. It would maybe wind him at best, or cause enough of a shock to keep him preoccupied for a moment as Nathaniel created a strategy in his head. Nathaniel walked over to the girl, stomping out the flame to her left as he approached.
"Get to safety," Nathaniel said to her, trying to bridge the gap between an order and a request. "I will handle this."
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June 10th, 2013 (6:15 PM).
Minerva Sirmais - Atlantean Royal Mansion/ Paris France
Minerva stared intently at the blob of metal floating in front of her at about eye level, influencing it in different ways. Cube, sphere, ring, pyramid, back to cube again. Over the past week, she had developed her ability quite a bit, and while she wasn't great at it, she was able to use it. So that was a good thing. She also found that she could levitate metal, although that did take slightly more energy. The small blob in front of her wasn't that big, but still she could feel a slight drain from holding it in the air. She allowed the metal to descend and pool in her hand, morphing the substance into a thin glove, coating her hand, then solidified it.
"I'm sorry your first mission will be like this, but this is important. You have all been seen by The Oracle as a part of the event that will take place soon if it hasn't already started. You've all been here a week, and have definitely got a better hold on your abilities, so now it's time to put that into practice."
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June 10th, 2013 (9:05 PM).
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June 12th, 2013 (10:25 PM). Edited June 21st, 2013 by Skymin.
Delta Mayor & Nathaniel Calaway (featuring Oakley North) -
June 15th, 2013 (5:48 AM). Edited June 15th, 2013 by Adventure.
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June 16th, 2013 (9:46 PM).
Mr. Aladdin sir! Have a wish or two or three!
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June 17th, 2013 (12:46 AM).
June 17th, 2013 (1:10 AM).
((OOC: okay I started writing this post before Ichiro posted his xD So I'll have to tweak it... Instead of Agnes taking on the meteor man, she'll just see what happens with Eris, I guess?))
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June 24th, 2013 (8:44 AM). Edited June 25th, 2013 by Lokiepie.
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July 2nd, 2013 (12:22 AM).
Dominique Bisset -- Paris, France
Dominique sighed as he searched the shelves of books. His eyes went from title to title, none looking interesting enough for him to even consider reading the synopsis. It didn't help that the cover art was almost as ridiculous and poorly thought out as the titles. Most just showed a man passionately kissing whom he presumed was his love interest, while others just showed images of items that related to the title--a starfish for Sea Glass Island or a meadow for Before the Lakspur Blooms. The flowers looked like delphiniums, but he guessed they were supposed to be "lakspurs". I'm sure Mom will know. Dom picked up the book and turned it on its back to quickly scan its summary. His parents anniversary was today and she was an avid fan of romance. Don't get him wrong. He'd bought his present a week ago. This was for his father who, nervous as he always was, just couldn't quite make up his mind in time to get a present. Now the two of them were a the Eiffel Tower (first date and all that) and he had present duty. Luckily he knew exactly what to get, even though he didn't get the appeal of romance. However, it wasn't his job to know. He was just here to buy one and get out.
As he neared the end of the summary, he caught from the corner of his eye another book. It had a very intense cover, a title and background of fiery reds and oranges. In the center of the picture was the image of very fine, very well maintained torso and abdomen. His face was cut off at the nose, so he only had a chin to work with, but he could tell that wasn't exactly the focus. The title LET THEM SPEAK screamed across his waistline, but Dom didn't quite mind. Mom, I think I found the perfect book, he thought, but the idea was instantly crushed when he read further into the title. Vampire. Dammit. That wasn't really her steam. Settling for the "lakspurs" Dominique put the second book back on the shelf and left for the counter where an unenthused and clearly obligated cashier waited.
He was ok, except for the fact that he didn't know how to dress. The cashier wore a dark green shirt with spotty flecks of several faded black stripes with old brown pants Dom could only just see. He looked like Steve Burns shortly after he left Blue to go to college. Now he was in desperate need of money and a good shave, but has since lost his bubbly attitude. Dom was a little disappointed that his name wasn't Steve, but Jean. Jean didn't give him much of a hello--more like a grunt--when Dom handed him the book, which was more than a little irking. His attitude didn't have to be as lifeless as the tree he was imitating, but Dom said nothing as he paid his bill and made his departure.
It broke his heart knowing that there were so many people, namely men, who were completely lost when it came to clothing. But alas, he was only one man, and while he would gladly help out more than a few of the men he knew, it just wouldn't work out. Dom placed the book into the passenger's seat of his car and drove out into the street, hoping to get back before his parents tried to exchange any gifts. Luckily for him, the bookstore wasn't that far away--of should he say, luckily for his dad? He definitely owed him one, but they would get down to the logistics of that later. Right now he had to focus.
Lately he hadn't enjoyed driving. Usually it was fine, but since he got these... Powers, he was unable to have even a sliver of fun. Apparently (he was still positive this was untrue) he had "road rage" according to his roommate in Toulouse. Personally, Dom didn't have an idea where that came from since he was a pretty calm person when it came to the road, but whatever. Anyways, he had to "keep his emotions in check" since he could possibly destroy the entire car and his mother's present. Honestly it was a little ridiculous since there was nothing to check, but okay. He'd keep an eye out.
Dominique's cellphone vibrated as loudly as it possibly could, making him jump after being so long in the silence of monotony. He took the phone out of his pocket and read the text message from his father. Dom could feel the anxiety in his father's "where are you"; it'd been a while and by now his mother was either mad or wondering what sort of extravagant surprise he must have thought up for all this waiting. "Traffic," he replied back, looking ahead at the line of cars doing absolutely nothing. They moved forward like snails, crawling forward only inches at a time. It felt like he'd been there for twenty minutes, but a quick check of his watch told him it had only been about ten. Funny how time slows down when there's nothing of interest going on.
Maybe traffic wouldn't be so bad if it had some sort of on board entertainment, like TV screens that opened up on the head unit when they detected idleness, or maybe roadside street performers. A highway circus wouldn't be too bad either, or maybe an air show. Dominque leaned a little forward in his seat, searching through the sunroof for any planes that just happen to be doing some sort of loopty-loop or a dangerous aerial maneuver. No such luck. Dom leaned back in his seat and let out a bored sigh. Yeah, not much was going to happen in this line. Not even a bird to watch.
Yep. Just scenery.
Dominique frowned and looked back up through the sunroof. His eyes scanned the clouds for a moment, trying to find one that would be most likely to hold up a giant golden gate and thousands of angels. You know, life would be so much more fun if you decided to be a little spontaneous once in a while. Dom didn't get much of a moment to look down before a flash of blinding light broke through the heavens, bringing a loud explosion with it.
"F*ck!" Dom exclaimed as he jumped from the sudden explosion. The flash quickly morphed into a streak that zoomed passed the feet of the tower and behind trees into the land right next to it. Was that a f*cking meteor!? Holy christ, Christ! When he said spontaneity he didn't mean meteors! And even if he did, he didn't mean where there are tourists! You were a lot nicer to Russia. Like many others, Dominique stepped out of his car and looked in the direction the meteor landed. It's crash not only brought on what sounded like a second explosion, but the screams of the many people affected by it. The sound of them made some run to the scene or take out their cellphones or calm their children. Dominique was one of the runners, racing passed the cars in an effort to see exactly what happened. He hardly had a chance to get passed the third car before there was another boom in the sky. He stopped in his tracks and looked up, eyes widening as a second meteor sped through the atmosphere and towards his body. Dominique ran forward again as fast as he could. The second meteor's impact shook the ground and knocked him off his balance. He grabbed onto the side of a car to steady himself, looking back at the damage the huge rock had made. It had definitely crushed the car, making a hit that had torn through its metal and knocked it off of its wheels and off the streets. Dom may have been more concerned for the car and the people who were possibly in it if it weren't for the size of the meteor. It was almost as big as the car used to be.
Dominique looked away from the sight, stunned. What in the world was happening? It was rare enough to see a meteor fall, let alone two? Dom looked in the sky as a way to find an answer, but what he saw gave him nothing. Above more and more meteors burst through the clouds, each and every one of them falling with the light of the sun behind them. Their breach into the atmosphere sounded like booms of thunder one after another. The sun was up, the sky was clear. If it weren't for the rocks that fell from space it would be an ordinary day. It was another meteor that landed amongst the cars that snapped him back to reality. The screams of the people around him were louder now. Countless people were dying, that was obvious. Young, old, native or not, each and every one of them had picked the perfect day to perish with strangers. Some of them were ordinary tourists and others may have been here to celebrate a special occasion. At least they would be able to be crushed with someone they cared about. People like... Like... Sh*t!
Dominique ran towards the chaos, so suddenly remembering his parents. They were here too, but where!? D*mmit, d*mmit! They wouldn't be like the people who'd already died today, couldn't be! He'd have to find them, get everyone to safety. Dominique looked into the sky again, witnessing the meteors in the distance fall into the streets in Paris, destroying stores and homes in their wake. He'd find somewhere.
Dom called out as he ran, mostly drowned out by the sound of the meteors. Already he could see the suffering that would result in the event. If the Paris survived this assault, it would never be the same again.
Dominique had run for what seemed like years with little success. As time went on, it was hard to tell if he were making progress or just running aimlessly among meteors. It was getting hotter with every impact and everywhere he looked people needed help. The area was progressively looking more the same and less like his parents. He wasn't sure how he was able to survive this long and he didn't take the time to question it either. At times he helped others who were in need, which certainly slowed him down, but he never lost his true focus. At one point he heard music (which he just assumed was a surviving music player of some sort) and saw helicopters, but everywhere he didn't see his parents only frustrated him. Why did this have to happen now? Why did this even have to happen here!? He would have gladly moved the meteors to any other city other than Paris and a portion of Toulouse.
The question he was asking shouldn't have been why this was happening, but how. There was no possible way this could happen naturally, could it? A team of astronomers would have f*cking caught this! No, no, no, this couldn't possibly be real, not for a million years. Then what? It... It couldn't be? Could it?
Ahead of him, two men running together were suddenly separated by the impact of a meteor into the ground. Debris flew into the air and for a moment, Dom thought he could have been seriously injured. He may have maintained that thought if he didn't stand up right after as if nothing had happened at all. He called something back to whom he presumed was the other person and continued to stand there. That didn't seem right. He'd been in this chaos for a while now and most people weren't inclined to stand idly by in the same spot, as if the stars weren't crashing towards them. No this guy was weird, or better said, he was up to something. Dominique stopped in his tracks. It was hard to see him clearly through the dust and debris, but whether he had a knowing smirk on his face or not, Dominqiue had a good feeling that this guy had something to do with it. If he had something to do with it, then that only meant one thing: He was Atlantean.
Dominique clenched his fists, immediately angry at this mystery person. What the f*ck was wrong with this people? It felt like he couldn't go a day without some Atlantean sh*t popping up and now this!? Not only was it over-the-top, but it was the most senseless thing he could imagine any Atlantean ever doing. What was the purpose of it? Hundreds--thousands--of people were dead and dying. His parents could have been the same, and for what!? For what? A f*cking demonstration!? After this it'd be a miracle or an act of complete stupidity if an Atlantean could step out of their door without the threat of being executed on the spot. Just like the last two incidents, this was obviously no accident. This was the last straw, a big last straw and if anyone couldn't see that they must have been more cutoff than Helen Keller.
Yeah. Dom was pissed, really pissed. He could already feel the temperatures rising. He wouldn't make a move to stop it, not right now. He'd let the fires come as they please and when they did, this silhouette *sshole was going to get the full brunt of it.
July 2nd, 2013 (12:23 AM).
Delta Mayor, Oakley North, and Agnes Johansson-
July 2nd, 2013 (12:24 AM).
James Hazen and Dominique Bisset - Champ de Mars, Paris, France
November 8th, 2012
The dust and debris that had covered the air from the meteor had slowly begun to settle. For the first time, James could clearly see the appearance of his presumable first opponent. The brightness of a reflective gold Rolex was the first thing to catch his eye, followed by how finely dressed he was. James was certain the man came from some sort of money. He walked closer to the man, judging that he was about the same height as James, or perhaps a bit taller. He had relatively the same build too. Though at this point that was pretty irrelevant to him. There was only one thing James wanted to know from the man.
"You Atlantean?" He asked, scanning around his body to locate his tattoo that would prove that he was. He found nothing, but he had heard from the Librarian that tattoo appeared in a variety of areas across the body. James clenched his right fist, his pace coming to a halt as he awaited an answer.
James' over-casual question didn't remedy the situation. It only made Dom angrier. Flaming balls falling from the sky and the first thing said to him was: "You Atlantean?" That didn't exactly sit well with him. That little comment was enough to make his anger spike. In less than a second he was ablaze. His anger-fueled flames rose on his body before spreading quickly to his clothing and engulfing his entirety in fire.
"What the hell do you think?" Dominique asked irritably, switching to English automatically.
Perhaps it was the casual way in which he asked, or perhaps it was the general nature of the man before him, but he instantly reacted to James' question with a show of his powers. The Librarian had mentioned to him before that each power was unique, and that only one person would have a certain power at a time. That meant, as luck would have it, that James had hit a major player. Fire manipuation.
"I think..." James brought his hand above his head, inside gathering any nearby electricity that still existed despite the meteors. Either way, he had gathered enough juice before he had arrived, but he had to match his opponent's display of power with an equal showing of his own. Lightning surged across the flame-striken city. It bounced off areas, and gathered at the palm of his hand. The lightning moved around chaotically in his hand, but he could feel its energy slow poor inside of him. Within the palm of his hand, he literally held power. Pure power, at its most anarchic and unstable form. It was quite an exhilerating feeling for James.
Slowly, he brought his hand down, and allowed the lightning to bounce around nearby object, as a bit of a show, before it entered inside of him. His fingers tingled, his heart beat faster. "...I just hit the jackpot." He concluded, a smirk forming at his face. He didn't delay anymore as he brought a hand forward and pointed it at his opponent, and shot a bolt of lightning out of his hand, James feeling the transfer of power from inside of himself toward the outside world, and towards his opponent.
Dominique was unimpressed by the little circus display James decided to show him. He was more eager to send flames than watch the spectacle, but lightening (which really only occured to him in hindsight) was a lot faster than he was. The blast struck him a little off from his chest, knocking Dom back as the surge momentarily arrested his body. As the feeling died, Dom's anger only rose. Almost as if an explosion had gone off in his body the fires flared; growing bigger, getting hotter. He rose from the ground, so engulfed that he no longer looked human, but like a entity made from flames. Dom thrusted out his hand, shooting a barrel of powerful fire straight towards his enemy as if his own arm was a cannon itself.
James grinned, satisfied that his first attack managed to land on his opponent. Though, he would have found himself disappointed if that had managed to take him down already. Luckily, he was getting up again. However, James' grin disappeared as he saw the 'man' before him, though he didn't really appear like much of a man. With his entire body covered in flames, the man suddenly brought his own hand up to launch an attack at James. Distracted by the appearance of his opponent, James didn't get an opporunity to dodge. "F*ck," He cursed to himself, as he gathered energy as fast as he could in his palms. Static sizzled in his arms, electricity forming from the appearance of small, smooth balls in his hands to electric, chaotic wave of energy. He brought his arms up, hoping the electricity would derail some of the combustion heading before him, though it did little to stop the overwhelming attack sent at him. After clashing with the flames for a few seconds, James was swept off his feet, and sent through the air, crashing into a nearby pile of debris.
His lay there for a moment, pain clinging to his back and his arms, the back from the fall and the arms from the attack. Looking at his arms, he noticed a few burn marks appear on them. Luckily, they didn't seem too severe, as the lightning he had gathered before probably blocked any burns from becoming permanently embedded on his skin. Standing up with a groan, James took a moment to collect himself before facing his opponent once more. The attacks he was releasing were probably far too powerful to directly conflict with without exhausting all of his energy. If he wanted to beat this guy, he was going to have to find a way to do it in a more indirect manner.
At least, those were the thoughts that briefly made their way to James' mind. "F*ck it," He cursed out loud, instead of listening to them, he decided to test the limits of his own abilities. He began to gather electricity from inside of his body onto the surface of his palms once more. This time, he took out more energy. Electricity crackled in his hands, and grew louder, the sign that even more energy was applied to them. Then, he placed both of these balls of electricity together, and shot them as one wave of lightning at his opponent.
Dom had a grin, but it disappeared when his foe rose a little too soon for his liking. He didn't want a back and forth skirmish, he wanted this Atlantean gone and the rest would surely come after if he got this way. This *sshole was just wasting his time. James charged his electricity again, but Dominique had no intention of being hit by another blast. By the way the electricity crackled it sounded like a big one. Dom brought up his hand, charging for his own similar blast. The first one wasn't strong enough so adding a little heat would do wonders. As James placed his balls of electricity together, Dominique took that as his que and fired instantly. He sent his blast first, but as before, the electricity was faster and it soared over his flames in a jagged path straight towards him. It hit just like it had before, knocking him back, farther this time, and sending numbing jolts through his body. The blast sent back towards a nearby tree, but he didn't hit it hard enough to break it, just add to the fires that already possessed it.
A smirk appeared across James' face as he saw his lightning sneak past Dom's attack and strike directly on the opposing Atlantean. Yet James' reverence in his own attack made him unprepared for Dom's flame blast which snuck underneath his lightning, and rapidly surged towards him. Unprepared, James held his hands up to protect his face, once again releasing electricity from his palms to try and lessen the damage the blaze would cause. The fire burst at James with the force of a molten boulder, knocking him off of his feet without much trouble, and causing him to dive through the air before landing roughly and abruptly on his back. He groaned from his position on the floor, whatever remnants of the grass below long being burnt away by the fires around. His arms tingled both with the numbing sensation of having used his lightning, and the burning feeling of the intense heat the other Atlantean discharged. In a way, they sort of canceled each other out, causing James not to have as much pain around that area. Combined with the adrenaline of being in combat, James was able to begin picking himself up off the ground relatively soon after he dropped. He grinned at the area where he dropped his opponent. His heart beat rapidly, not from nervousness or fear, but from the excitement he was getting from being in such a fight, one on a degree he had never been before. He was enjoying this new experience.
James caught his breath before he decided to go in for another attack. However, before he could begin powering up for another set of charges, James became abruptly aware of the treacherous climate the two in which the two fought. The meteors that rained down across Paris once again reminded them of their presence by deciding to launch a few in their area. One meteor aimed directly to the right of where James now stood, with James quickly trying to roll away to the left to avoid the meteor. As he noticed by a quick scan of where Dom lingered, another one was heading right for him.
Dom glared from against the tree. He'd managed to hit his opponent, but the blast didn't stop him from getting back up. He guessed that meant Atlanteans were more resilient than normal people since a person didn't just stand up after being hit by a blast of fire. Then again he'd been blasted by two bolts of electricity without a day for rest. That wasn't quite so normal either. Dominique used the rapidly burning tree to help him stand, more than ready to knock James down one last time. As he did, he noticed an object at the top of his vision and instantly remembered the chaos rainging down on Paris. The booms of the meteors entering the Earth's atomosphere, the screams of Parisians still yet to flee, and the roar of fire returned to his ears. Dominique looked into the sky and his eyes widened as a truck-sized meteor fell towards him, screaming as it cut through the sky. Dom thrust his hand out, shooting fire from his palm towards the meteor. Flames sprayed out from the giant space rock, but it continued on its path toward him. More power may have helped him out, but Dom wasn't going to stick around to see. As quickly as he could, Dominique ran and jumped out of the way of the meteors impact. The force of the meteor's strike knocked him off his feet, sending fire and debris through the air. When he looked back, the tree he'd just been leaning on had vanished into nothing. Dominique stood up, shaken. The meteor had landed a little too close for comfort.
James managed to roll directly to the left of where the meteor landed, but the shockwave of the impact carried him forward and knocked him to the ground. Ash, dust, and smoke instantly lifted from the earth and into the atmosphere, and James coughed, inhaling the black air into his lungs. Despite his realization that he would likely have injuries, some which might be fairly severe after the fight, he began once again moving to his feet, though at a slower pace this time. Then, once again, he found a grin form on his face. He wasn't sure how to explain it. He had almost been crushed by a giant meteor, burned by forceful flames from the other Atlantean. Any ordinary, reasonable, sane person would be freaking out, or breaking down. James wasn't. His heart pumped adrenaline through his system. He bore scratched and burn marks as attesters of his battles. But his hand, which he held up to observe closely, was steady. It didn't shake at all, because it wasn't fear that drove him. In fact, James couldn't recall a time when he felt more invigorated, and he was beginning to understand why. Perhaps he wasn't ordinary. Perhaps he wasn't reasonable. Perhaps he wasn't sane.
Turning to Dom, James witnessed as his Atlantean opponent had just utilized his own strength to decelerate a meteor a few meters in length, before narrowly escaping the hit. "F*cking hell," James cursed to himself, wondering if he would have been able to do the same. He was beginning to acknowledge the strength his opponent possessed, and briefly considered if he should have chosen a more delicate first opponent. He dismissed those thought almost immediately, though, reminding himself that he was having the time of his life. As Dom stood back up, James spoke over to him, wondering if he understood anything he was saying, but also not too concerned if he didn't. "You're a tough son of a b*tch, you know that?" He hollered to him from the sounds of impacting meteors across the landscape. He breathed in heavily, gathering energy from inside of his body, as the Librarian had taught him, and transferring it through his nervous system to his arms, particularly for more powerful measures, at the times of his fingers and his palms. He could begin to hear the discharging of electricity pass from inside his arms to the outside, forming into the chaotic, impermanent, tumultuous attack. As he breathed out, he launched the lightning from the palm of his hand in a more accumulated bolt.
Dom turned his head when he heard James' shout. He grinned. "You seem like you've gotten a little passed mediocre yourself!" Dominique shouted back. When James raised his palms Dominique knew he had to attack now. If he didn't, he'd be struck by another bolt before he even had the chance to consider raising his arm. Before James could release his shot, Dom let loose his own and, just as before, once it was finally released the lightning bolt streamed through the air, traveling at a speed much faster than Dom's fires could manage. He braced himself for another impact from James' attack, but the lightning was stopped short when it collided with his own flames. The bolt was strong enough to push back Dom's attack, closing in on him slowly as it pushed through. He raised his other arm quickly, shooting a second blast from his palm to aid the first. With the extra boost he was able to push the lightning back from him, but it only went so far before both attacks hung in the air, both determined to push forward and neither willing to ease up.
The intensity of James' attack was matched with one of equal ferocity by his opponent. The two waves of Atlantean energy collided, with his own appearing to have the upper hand, until Dom released a second wave of flames, which began to push back his lightning. Sweat poured down his back, a combination of the intense focus and extertion of his stamina he was put under by releasing that much of his energy in such a successive manner, and also due to the extreme torridity the two energies continuously emitted. He breathed in again, tapping deep into whatever reserve energy he had swimming around his body, and concentrated it all to his arms. In the process, he could feel his arms begin to tingle, and in some cases, lose all feeling. He then remembered the Atlantean crystal which hung around his neck in a chain the Librarian gave him, and decided now was a good a time as any to utilize it. "F*ck if I know how..." He muttered under his breath, as the two attacks continuously collided.
Dom could feel sweat begin to bead up on his body, but it would all evaporate before it got a chance to fully form. For the first time during this battle he felt... Hot. It was like the sun was beating down hard and he was wearing three layers of sweaters. In other words, he felt like sh*t. Dominique panted hard as he tried to keep his focus. If he let his concentration down now he'd probably be hit and if he was starting to feel like this then that might not get back up. James must have been thinking the same thing. The electricity that fought his fires grew, screeching louder as the ends of it shot out and popped in the air, as if it were desperate for a target. Once again his flames shrunk as James' attack advanced towards him. Sh*t...! Dominique took a deep breath and conjured up whatever extra power he could. With one last heave of extra strength, he pushed strong fire from his palms, turning up the heat in his own attack and his own body. The extra power in his attack only seemed to aggravate the lightning more. The branches of electricity that popped off of the attack only accelerated and its screeching turned into a scream which quieted the lungs of every dying citizen in Paris. The air itself even felt super charged. Dom couldn't tell if it was the power of the attack or their proximity that made his hairs reach in the direction of the energy. He didn't have time to take a guess before all at once the lightning reacted. In a flash the lightning branched out from its source, snaking like a spiderweb into the ground and exploding in the air. Thunder erupted as Dom was pushed off of his feet, dust, debris, and fire flying without direction into the air.
Dominique groaned on the ground. His skin ached from the results of the blast and the world spun above him. Bits of fire rained down from the dust covered air and small zaps of electricity appeared on and off in its mist. Dom groaned again, wanting nothing more to stay on the ground, but needing to stand once more. He couldn't fall here, he still had to find his parents, and anyways he had to see if his opponent had finally fallen. He forced himself onto his feet, stomach churning, legs weak and shaking. The sounds around him formed together into one dull roar and a distinct ringing chimed above it all. His flames were gone. He felt cold. The world kept spinning. Dom walked slowly into the dust, each step taken with enourmous effort. He swayed as he walked, but he was too tired to notice. Time seemed to go slowly and every extra second was draining. Dizziness made it hell, but he forced himself to keep going. He ignored the double images. He ignored the way the world blurred in and out. He wouldn't quit. Not until...
Dom squinted his eyes when he saw a silhouette in the dust. Is that...? He tried to go closer--maybe he would see--but his eyes kept blurring and slowly the sky turned blacker. No, d*mmit, no! His plead meant nothing. The world still rushed into the sky and all at once turned black before he saw the ground.
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July 3rd, 2013 (12:10 PM). Edited July 4th, 2013 by Retro Bug.
Delta Mayor, Agnes Johansson, Oakley North, Oliver "Vulture" Hansen, and James Hazen
July 11th, 2013 (10:43 AM).
James Hazen, Oakley North, Agnes Johansson and Oliver "Vulture" Hansen - Paris France
James was snapped back to reality by the pain caused by Delta when she smashed the butt of the gun on his shoulder. He made a quick yelp of pain, and clutched his shoulder as he stared at Delta in irritation, displeased that she dragged him away from his thoughts. And for what exactly? Oakley stood before him along with Delta, another man and another woman with bright blue eyes. He missed a good portion of the previous conversation, so he didn't know the circumstance behind their gathering. All he knew was, he wasn't really that interested. The people drew his curiosity. The topic of discussion most likely wouldn't, though he'd have to see.
"What, what?" James asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice, still rubbing his shoulder from the gun hit. It seemed to reawaken partially James' mind to his body, and to the great amount of stress and pain he was under. Slowly, he was beginning to get an idea of the extent of his injuries, which under normal circumstances before his Atlantean powers might have killed him.
"Okay!" Agnes suddenly spoke up with a slightly flustered smile and stepped forward from the background where she had previously lingered. She had had enough of Delta's paranoia. "Let's not kill each other to the right and left, okay? I mean, we just averted a terrorist attack where a... a golden glowing guy rained meteors down on a city. Unless any of you guys," she pointed at Oliver and James, "are pals with that guy, we don't need to go exchanging blows just yet, right?"
She held out her hands as if to manifest her friendly intentions and glanced at Oakley to try and get her or someone to agree. No point in trying to get the crystal witch to understand anymore.
"Y-yeah," Oakley said, unsure exactly what was going on, "let's not get hasty. We all have a... common enemy, don't we? Or we did... but he could still be here somewhere! Or those other Atlanteans who wanted to hurt people too!"
James looked first at the girl who stepped forward, then at Oakley as she spoke after. He shrugged, looking around to see their supposed enemies. Though the city was still messed up, it had significantly quieted down since they first arrived. James was pretty certain there wasn't much more action going around the city, which is why he was beginning to take to his habit of letting his mind wander. Though much as he'd like to go another round with anyone of these Atlanteans, he knew after the intense battle he had just had, his body probably wouldn't have been able to handle it. Yet even with that logical notion passing through his brain, he still had the urge in the pit of his stomach to do more, like a hunger he couldn't quite satisfy. He hated it, because he wanted to do more, and witness more, even though he knew his body probably could not. He made another passing glance around all the people around, from Delta to Oakley and to the other dude, then at the girl with the unique blue eyes. His own eyes lingered on hers for a moment longer than the others, finding them captivating.
He broke gaze, and gave a deep sigh, finally accepting that this was probably the end of the fun he would have for the day, though he couldn't complain while it lasted. The only problem was, now that he had a taste for this kind of action, he couldn't wait to try it again. Half to himself, and half to the others, he declared out loud, "So...what now?"
Agnes let out a breath of relief that Delta hadn't butted in yet. "Now, I want to go and see if my buddies in the AUP are still alive and well." She glanced at Oliver and James again. "You could come with us, you know. The AUP isn't looking for rivalry with other factions. We're about unification, see." She still didn't know if these guys were with the ARF or something else though. They might be too far into the Royal Family's claws already so see the light.
"Oakley, you will come, right?" She smiled in a genuinely friendly way towards the girl and motioned for her and Delta to come.
"Y-yes, of course," Oakley nodded, glancing back at James before taking a few steps towards Delta.
James recalled hearing about the AUP from the Librarian. It was one of the factions that was recruiting Atlanteans, and it appeared Oakley would be joining them. In fact, he assumed everyone there, besides the man, was going to be apart of them. The familiar face of Oakley, plus the intriguing Delta and this strange, blue-eyed girl tempted him to join as well. But there was another he didn't see among them, so he knew what his answer would be.
"Hmm...tempting," James began, as he eyed the group, setting his eyes on Agnes and then Oakley. "But...I'll have to pass. I don't think this'll be the right place for me."
"B-but James," Oakley turned back around, frowning. "He said we had to stick together, didn't he?"
"No offense, but I don't give two ****s what he said. We all have our own ways to go in the end." He glared intensely at Oakley, but, realizing she was a bit upset, he sighed, "Listen," He began, walking up to her, placing an arm on her shoulder and talking quietly, "If we don't end up seeing each other again, just remember: You don't have to follow anyone you don't want to. Go your own way. If it's with these people, then fine. But you should never had to do anything you don't want to do. Go your own way, and don't worry about anyone else. Just yourself." He looked back at the others, making sure they weren't eavesdropping, then looked back at Oakley.
"Don't ever let them control you, because in the end, they really can't. You're stronger than them. They might not know it," He said, pointing to the others. "I don't think Nate ever got it either. But I know it. Now you just have to know it."
"... Alright. Thanks James."
"Sure, kid," James replied. He playfully slapped her on the shoulder once more, then backed away. "Nice knowing you. Good luck. Don't die."
With that Oakley turned her back on her former companion... could he be considered her former officially now? Delta trailed behind Oakley and Agnes but not risking their safety by turning her back on Oliver and James, as they were officially the enemy. Untrusting per usual Delta kept her gun raised until they were a safe enough distance away. The trio of girls slowly disappeared into the smoke; Oakley and Delta carried the man, who had thankfully cooled down significantly since they found him on the ground, while Agnes led the way.
"Are you sure you don't want to join them?" Oliver asked.
"Hell if I know," James replied, his eyes observing the departing party. "Probably not. They don't seem to be my kinda crowd. Not entirely at least." He turned back to Oliver, and sighed. "Then again, I don't know if you're my type of crowd either."
"We're Atlantean," Oliver shrugged, "technically we're everyone's kinda crowd, people with abilities that is. But, y'know, you look like a man who craves power, and if it's anything the ARF are good at, it's training you to become powerful." Oliver reminisced on the first time he approached the mansion, knowing very little about his ability, much less controlling it. Fast forward a couple of years, and he was probably at the height of his ability. "You can't bunk it till you've tried it, right? Might as well come along for the ride, I'm sure you can leave at anytime you want."
James listened to the man as he spoke, in the same way he listened to the Librarian when he first made the proposition in the taxi cab in Hawaii. The difference between then and now was that he knew a lot more about the information regarding each Atlantean faction. He joined Henry in an impulse because of the predicament he got himself in, plus a bit of passive coercion from the man himself. Now, he knew the multiple factions as described by the Librarian. If he was to join any one of them, it would be for the right reasons, his reasons. This guy didn't give the worst offer, however. Besides, as he said, he technically could leave at any point. But before he would accept, he wanted to make sure of something.
"I have a friend, Nate," He began, crossing his arms. "He came with me here. If he joins, I'll join." He said plainly, giving Oliver his ultimatum. The rest, he'd figure out later. That would be enough.
"Then do you want to follow me? We have helicopters waiting over there," nodding his head in the direction from where the others had landed, "if he shows up, then I guess you guys join us, if he doesn't then feel free to leave."
James thought on this for a moment longer, taking one look back at the departing group through the smoke of Paris. He looked back at Oliver, and nodded in agreement. As unexpected as it all turned out, James appeared to be leaving the Librarian, and joining the Atlantean Royal Family.
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November 9th, 2012After the mishappenings of yesterday, new recruits were brought back to their respective organisations and hastily introduced to whoever seemed necessary to meet, but with the destruction of Paris, leaders and important members of these groups seemed awfully busy either planning on what to do next, dealing with public relations, governments, journalists or just doing what they could to try and calm the world down.
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Germany formally implemented the EEC sectoral nursing directives of 1977 by the Nursing Act of June 1985 (the Krankenpflegegesetz).
The federal structure accounts for a system of divided responsibility. The system of Rahmengesetzgebung applies in this legislative area according to Art. 74, no. 19 of the Basic Law3. Federal law regulates the basic training for nurses and sets out the framework for the training of nurses in general, but it is for the Länder to implement it within the guidelines of the Nursing Act and the rules and regulations for the training and general provisions of exams 1985.
Post basic nurse education is left to the Länder. This has resulted in different Länder recognising different types of specialities. In the post basic sector various, mostly independent, organisations and institutions are involved in providing the training. The DKG (Deutsche Krankenhausgesellschaft) has produced a series of recommendations that are generally used by the Länder which have not in fact legislated post basic nurse training. http://www.robvanderpeet.nl/Europa/03 2000 02 Germany.pdf (accessed 20.04.2008)
The Federal Republic of Germany is a Federal state. The Länder are responsible for general hospital care, general medical care outside hospital, care of elderly or chronically sick patients, health education and public health.
In December 2003, Germany had 82.5 million inhabitants, 66.6 million in the western part, 13.5 million in the eastern part and 3.4 million in Berlin. Since reunification, the population in the eastern part decreased from 15.9 million in 1991 to 13.5 in 2003, attributable to migration to the west and the very low birth rate in the east. http://www.euro.who.int/Document/E85472.pdf (accessed on 23.04.2009)
A fundamental facet of the German the health care system – is the sharing of decision-making powers between the Länder, the federal government and legitimized civil society organizations. In health care, governments traditionally delegate competencies to membership-based, self-regulated organizations of payers and providers.
Sourced from: European Observatory on Health Systems and Policies. Health Care Systems in Transition – Germany 2004) http://www.euro.who.int/Document/E85472.pdf (accessed on 23.04.2009)
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Catherine Greig, the girlfriend who spent years on the run with notorious Boston gangster James "Whitey" Bulger, was sentenced today to eight years in prison by a federal judge who said that Greig had aided "someone accused of the most serious crimes imaginable" to evade capture by law enforcement.
"We're all responsible for what we do," US District Judge Douglas P. Woodlock told Greig at her sentencing hearing. "We all make choices."
"There has to be a price imposed," the judge said, "to serve as general deterrence."
Greig looked somber and stared straight ahead as the sentence was announced. She nodded as the judge said a price had to be paid. She nodded to her twin sister, Margaret McCusker, as she was led away.
The sentencing closed another chapter in the saga of Bulger, a fearsome figure accused of 19 murders who once roamed Boston's underworld while at the same time being protected as a highly prized FBI informant. His connections with a corrupt FBI agent led to a tipoff that allowed him to flee and remain a fugitive for 16 years, until his arrest, along with Greig, last year, in California. Bulger now faces a trial in the fall.
Woodlock, saying that the case demonstrated "how the criminal justice system can break down" but also how the system could resolve issues, also fined Greig $150,000 and ordered her to serve three years of supervised release.
Prosecutors say Greig, 61, was the "key actor" in a conspiracy that allowed Bulger to evade law enforcement. Assistant US Attorney Jack Pirozzolo told the judge today that 10 years would be "wise and reasonable," considering the nature of the case.
"Essentially, the defendant was committing a crime, day after day," Pirozzolo said in US District Court. "This is a woman who by choice chose to help a man who has been accused of vicious crimes."
US Attorney Carmen Ortiz, taking issue with the defense argument that Greig was a victim of her love for Bulger, said after the hearing that the case "was not about a woman making wrong choices because she fell in love. This was not a romantic saga."
But defense attorney Kevin Reddington told reporters, "She's in love with the guy. If she could be with the guy right now, she'd be with him. And she doesn't believe for one minute that he's guilty or capable of these horrible crimes. She doesn't buy it, she doesn't believe it, and she absolutely stands by her man."
The sentencing hearing included brief but emotionally charged testimony from relatives of some of Bulger's victims.
Tim Connors, 37, whose father, Edward, was allegedly shot to death by Bulger June 12, 1975 — 37 years ago today — was first to speak. He addressed Greig, saying, "You are as much a criminal as Whitey, and you ought to be handled as such. ... You are a cold-hearted criminal."
For the most part, when the relatives were speaking, Greig looked straight ahead, avoided eye contact, and showed no obvious emotion.
However, when Connors referred to the 1984 suicide of her brother, David, her composure crumpled.
Connors said he would have killed himself, too, if he had a sister like Greig. Greig gasped, then put her hands to her face and mouth – and started to cry. It took her several minutes to regain her composure. In March, Greig said in open court that she had sought psychiatric counseling after her brother shot himself to death.
After the hearing, Patricia Donahue, whose husband Michael, was an innocent victim when he was murdered in 1992, said she appreciated the opportunity to finally speak directly to Greig.
"I was very nervous,'' she told reporters. "But I felt really good to tell her how I felt.''
Her son, Tom Donahue, added, "It's good to see a judge finally put the hammer down a little bit.''
Greig and Bulger were arrested last June at a Santa Monica, Calif., apartment where they had been staying since at least 1996, leading quiet lives in the oceanside city. Bulger, facing a racketeering indictment that alleges he took part in a host of murders, was on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted list. He fled the Boston area just before he was about to be charged in an initial indictment in 1994, after being tipped off by his corrupt FBI handler.
Greig pleaded guilty in March to three charges: conspiracy to harbor a fugitive, conspiracy to commit identity fraud, and identity fraud. She faced a maximum of five years behind bars for each charge and a $250,000 fine.
Federal probation officials originally calculated that Greig should face 27 to 33 months in prison under sentencing guidelines, a calculation that her lawyer, Reddington, said in court papers accurately represented "her personal history.'' He asked for 27 months.
But federal prosecutors argued for the 10-year sentence. And relatives of Bulger's victims wanted her to serve the full 15 years
The prosecutors argued that the sentence should be tough because of, among other things, lies that Greig had told investigators after her arrest and her knowledge of the approximately 30 guns that Bulger had hidden in the Santa Monica apartment.
Woodlock initially appeared skeptical today of prosecutors' claims that Greig knew about the guns.
"Mr. Bulger doesn't strike me as someone who would welcome the opportunity to share his weapons -- with anyone," he said.
But he ultimately ruled that she did know.
"It is apparent to me she knew there were lots of weapons," he said.
Greig, a dental hygienist by trade who joined Bulger in 1995, pleaded guilty to helping him stay on the lam by handling routine affairs such as paying bills and the rent. She also brought him to the doctor, and helped him to steal the identities of homeless people and substance abusers.
Prosecutors said she enjoyed Bulger's money and the life it brought her, she has shown no remorse, and her loyalty to Bulger "overrides any respect she has for the law."Milton J. Valencia can be reached at email@example.com.


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We've had our fun. We've made dozens of cookies, we've carved many a roast, we've downed cocktails and punches. With a new year comes hopes, promises, detoxes, and water. It can look drab, cold, and bleak out there: winter, in every sense of the word.
Luckily, we have Rivka, an avid cook and food blogger with almost half a dozen wins up her sleeve. Her recipes are exactly what we're looking for this year; they are satisfying and flavorful, healthy food at its finest. Shot through with color, amped up with spice, these are dishes we'll make week after week, for breakfast (Granola with Tahini), lunch (Yam, Zucchini, and Chickpea Salad), and dinner (Mujaddara with Spiced Yogurt, pictured above). Rivka makes us excited to eat healthy, inspired, ready to spend some quality time with our vegetables without feeling deprived.
And, happily, Rivka's weaknesses are chocolate, cookies, and braised hunks of meat. (We're so on the same page.) She satisfies our sweet tooth with her Cocoa Pear Crisps, her Maple Yogurt Pound Cake, her Chocolate-Dunked Pistachio Shortbread -- all while making us feel healthful, virtuous. Thanks to Rivka, we'll be kicking off our new year right -- no complaints (or bacon) in sight.
Read our profile Q&A with Rivka below, and check out her beautiful blog here.
- What's the strangest food you've ever eaten?
stinky tofu
- What do you cook when home alone?
shakshuka (eggs baked in tomato); spinach, feta, and tomato panini; polenta; soba with vegetables; kimchi fried rice
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Press release 179/2017
13 October 2017
The EU Foreign Affairs Council will meet in Luxembourg on 16 October. Finland's representative at the meeting will be Minister for Foreign Affairs Timo Soini. The topics on the Council's agenda will be Turkey, Iran, North Korea, and EU policy on human rights.
The Foreign Ministers will discuss the situation in Turkey, focusing on the rule of law and human rights in the country as well as on its regional role.
In addition, the Foreign Ministers will discuss the implementation of the Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action (JCPOA) on Iran's nuclear programme, taking into consideration the most recent positions of the United States regarding the JCPOA , expected to be announced before the FAC convenes. The Foreign Affairs Council will confirm the European commitment to the JCPOA.
The Council will also address the recent developments in North Korea and adopt additional autonomous restrictive measures by the EU towards North Korea. Finland considers that the EU should, for its part, support efforts aiming at finding a solution to the security questions related to North Korea's ballistic missile programme.
The Foreign Affairs Council will also have a debate on the EU policy on human rights as a part of the Common Foreign and Security Policy and on the EU's action on international human rights forums. Finland's objective is to improve the efficiency of foreign politicy decision-making in the EU with regard to human rights matters.
The Council will also adopt a new EU strategy on Afghanistan and decide about the launch of a new European Union civilian crisis management mission in Iraq (EUAM Iraq), which will support the security sector reform in Iraq.
Inquiries: Matti Nissinen, Diplomatic Adviser to the Minister for Foreign Affairs, tel. +358 295 351 780, and Sari Rautio, European Correspondent, tel. +358 295 351 534
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The latest avant-garde architecture in Spain
Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao
Strolling around the streets of many cities in Spain you'll notice that innovation and design are to be found in more and more of its buildings. Famous architects such as Frank Gehry, Santiago Calatrava, Richard Rogers, Norman Foster and Rafael Moneo have chosen Spain to build their latest works. Here we present a few of these outstanding examples of 21st-century avant-garde architecture.
Avant-garde architecture is striking and leaves its imprint on the mind's eye. This is the case of the Guggenheim Bilbao Museum, in Bilbao, the Reina Sofía Art Centre, in Madrid, and the City of Arts and Sciences, in Valencia, but Spain is also home to many more examples. Cities such as Barcelona, Bilbao, Madrid and Valencia are obvious ones. If you are planning to come and explore their streets, then make a note of these suggestions.
Madrid, enthusiasm for everything modern
'Madrid has unconditional enthusiasm for modern constructions.' These are the words of Richard Rogers, winner of the 2007 Pritzker Prize and designer of the Madrid Airport extension. This can be seen in buildings such as the extensions to the Reina Sofía National Art Museum, by Jean Nouvel, and the Prado Museum, by Rafael Moneo. They are both in Madrid's 'art triangle', where the CaixaForum Cultural Centre was built, with Spain's first vertical garden.
Other architectural novelties in Madrid are the towers of the Las Torres Business Area, four huge office buildings designed by prestigious architects, located on Paseo de la Castellana; the Canal Theatres, a major complex for the performing arts; and the Magic Box, a modern Olympic tennis centre.
Bilbao, an open-air architecture museum
Frank Gehry, Norman Foster and César Pelli are just some of the leading international architects to 'exhibit' their works in Bilbao. Special mention should be made of the Abandoibarra area, with avant-garde constructions which include the emblematic Guggenheim Bilbao Museum.
Bilbao has an unswerving commitment to design. Take a look, for example, at its underground system, whose station entrances have been designed by Norman Foster. Examples of avant-garde architecture can be seen all over the city, which is home to unique buildings such as the Health Department of the Basque Regional Government, a construction which manages to convey an impression of movement.
The Basque Country, is also home to many more examples of avant-garde architecture such as the Donostia–San Sebastián Conference Centre and the Kursaal Centre, both in San Sebastián; the Ysios Winery by Calatrava, and the Marqués de Riscal Winery designed by Frank Gehry, in Álava; as well as the Contemporary Basque Art Centre-Museum (Artium) in Vitoria.
Barcelona and its avant-garde buildings
District 22@Barcelona was born in 2000 as an initiative by the City Council to transform 200 hectares of industrial land in the Poblenou district into a hub of innovation featuring avant-garde architecture and modern spaces. The Torre Agbar tower can be seen from practically any point in Barcelona, and is an eye-catching cylindrical building which soars up from the 22@ district. This is a place which combines tradition with modernity in creations such as the new Audiovisual Campus and the Central Park, a garden designed by Jean Nouvel to produce a range of sensations through the play of light and shadow, and the perfume of the flowers.
The whole city is home to plenty of striking avant-garde architecture. Besides the famous and eternally-modern work of Gaudí, Barcelona will surprise you with many unusual buildings such as the Marenostrum Tower, which has a completely horizontal block, or the Golden Fish, designed by Frank Gehry and located in the Olympic Village.
Valencia, Santiago Calatrava country
The city's main emblem is the stunning City of Arts and Sciences, by Valencia architect Santiago Calatrava. Nevertheless, there are many other avant-garde buildings, such as the Reina Sofía Arts Centre and L'Assut de l'Or Bridge, both by Calatrava; the Conference Centre, designed by Norman Foster; and the Veles e Vents building, built for the America's Cup and finalist in the Mies Van der Rohe architecture awards, to name just a few.
New architectural ventures throughout Spain
Avant-garde architecture can be found all over Spain. For example, the Castile-León region is home to the winner of the 2007 Mies Van der Rohe Award, the Castile-León Museum of Contemporary Art in León, the Miguel Delibes Cultural Centre in Valladolid, the Museum of Human Evolution in Burgos, and the Museum of the Roman Town of La Olmeda, in the province of Palencia. Meanwhile, in the Region of Galicia, in A Coruña, you'll find the Exhibition and Conference Centre, located right on the seafront, and the unusual Caixa Galicia building; and Santiago de Compostela is the site of the City of Culture. In Aragon, in Alcañiz, you can see the Ciudad del Motor de Aragón sports complex; and Zaragoza still has two of the most spectacular pavilions from Expo Zaragoza 2008: the Pavilion Bridge and the Water Tower, as well as the Third Millennium Bridge. Oviedo, in Asturias, is home to the new City of Oviedo conference centre.
Highlights in Andalusia include the Medina Azahara Museum in Cordoba and the offices of Caja Granada in the same city. And in Seville, the Santa Justa railway station and the Public Library by Cruz and Ortiz are among the buildings which marked its urban transformation on the occasion of the 1992 Universal Exhibition.
In short, innovative projects and new architectural solutions that will surprise you with their originality and avant-garde style when next come to Spain. .
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I went for umra recently from riyadh , I put the ihram at home without making the niyat thinking that I will do it on the plane before crossing the meeqat . unfortunately I did not hear the announcement about the meeqat on the plane and was unable to do the niyat because the plane had already crossed the meeqat . I made the decision to go to Mecca , on arriving in Mecca , I took the ihram off and put regular clothes on and drove to qarin-manzil in taif . there I put the ihram again and did the niyat of umra and came back to Mecca and performed the umra . please tell me if I did it right or I have to pay the penalty and if do have to pay the penalty then what I have to do . please respond .
Praise be to Allaah.
Whoever passes the meeqaat without entering ihraam has to go back and enter ihraam from that point. If he got off the plane in Jeddah, then he has to take a car to the meeqaat of the people of Najd and enter ihraam from there. If he enters ihraam from Jeddah and he is intending to do Hajj or 'Umrah, then he has to offer a sacrifice as expiation for passing the meeqaat (without entering ihraam).
Fataawa al-Shaykh ibn Jibreen
See also similar fatwas in Kitaab Fataawa Islamiyyah, 2/202
You did the right thing by going back to the meeqaat and entering ihraam from there. The fact that you took off the ihraam garments does not mean that you have to offer the sacrifice, because you did not enter ihraam in the first place. Ihraam means the intention to enter the rituals, not just wearing the garments of ihraam. Based on that, what you did was correct and you do not have to offer any kafaarah (expiation), praise be to Allaah.


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Democrat Senator Mark Warner will return to the Senate for another six years, but the election didn't turn out the way pundits were calling it.
In late October, Warner was supposed to beat Ed Gillespie by 10 percentage points. Instead, Warner barely survived, defeating Gillespie by 1,073,033 votes to 1,055,622 — less than 1 percent. Robert Sarvis, a libertarian got 53,053 votes, accounting for 2.43 percent.
Several Town Council candidates offered their thoughts on the Nov. 4 election in phone interviews, following last Tuesday's election.
The election saw new four-year terms go to Bedford Mayor Robert Wandrei, Vice Mayor James Vest and Councilman Steve Rush. Two year terms—in a contested election for four seats among six candidates—were won by Tim Black, Robert Carson, Stacey Hailey and Beckham Stanley.
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Turnout at county precincts was brisk, Tuesday.
"We've had higher turnout than we thought we would," said Barbara Gunter, the county registrar. By 1:09 p.m, 24 percent of the county's registered voters had cast ballots.
D. J. Ashwell, chief of the Blue Ridge Water Authority precinct, said they had 391 voters come through by 11:30 a.m. — more than he expected. At that point voter participation had already topped 20 percent at that precinct.
A special election, required as a result of Bedford's annexation of some territory as part of it's reversion deal with the county brought two new faces to Town Council.
Tim Black was the number one vote getter in the six-way race for Council's four two-year seats. Black got 1,104 votes, representing 23 percent of the votes cast. Black is the son of former clerk of the circuit court Carol Black.
Bedford County will join the town of Bedford and the Moose Lodge to pay for a Fourth of July fireworks show on July 3. The measure was approved by the board of supervisors on a 6-1 vote Monday night, with District 2 Supervisor Curry Martin casting the lone dissenting vote.
Bedford County's Republican Committee voted to censure three of the county's supervisors for voting to raise taxes this past spring. The censure resolution passed 35 to 25.
The vote was taken after 20 minutes of debate with each side allocated 10 minutes and each speaker limited to two minutes.
Area voters head to the polls Tuesday with Bedford voters electing council members and everyone having the opportunity to vote in a congressional race and a US Senate race.
Polls open at 6 a.m. and will remain open until 7 p.m.
Bedford town residents had a chance last week to hear from the men who are seeking seats on Town Council next Tuesday.
The candidate forum, sponsored by the Bedford Area Chamber of Commerce, gave each candidate five minutes to make an opening statement. That opening was followed by a question and answer period with questions submitted by the audience. All questions had to be submitted written on question cards, giving the chamber members who moderated the forum a chance to screen them.
Sheriff Mike Brown hosted a celebration for the Southern Virginia Internet Crimes Against Children (ICAC) Task Force earlier this month. It marked 16 years of catching sexual predators who use the Internet to find victims.
"We want to make a living within, not off, the community," said Centra Health's CEO E. W. Tibbs.
Tibbs was speaking to a joint meeting of the Bedford County Board of Supervisors and Bedford Town Council Monday night. He was there to give the two elected bodies an update following Centra's assuming full ownership of Bedford Memorial Hospital.
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Pete Newell has a collegiate coaching record of 234-123, including back-to-back appearances in the NCAA championship game (1959 and 1960) with the University of California at Berkeley. He won one NCAA title, an NIT title, and a gold medal with the 1960 U.S. team. Newell's Cal teams won four consecutive Pacific-8 titles (1957-1960), and Newell was National Coach of the Year in 1960. Considered America's "basketball guru" for his vast knowledge and teaching skills, Newell was enshrined in the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame in 1979. He has run his Big Man Camp since 1976 and his Tall Women's Camp since 2001, developing the skills of serious high school, collegiate, and professional players.
Swen Nater is a former NBA and ABA center who led both leagues in rebounding and who is often consulted as a big man's coach for developing high school and college players. Nater, who developed his post skills under the tutelage of John Wooden at UCLA, runs his own Big Man Camp in Seattle, where he has helped to develop many players who have gone on to play in the NBA. He also works as an instructor at Pete Newell's Big Man Camp and has authored three basketball instructional books, including one on rebounding.
"Pete Newell is the guru of post play and playing big. This book not only shows you how to master inside play, but it also demonstrates how Pete has had such an impact on basketball. If you want to raise your game, learn or coach footwork, and play big, read this book!" Ann Meyers DrysdaleGeneral Manager, Phoenix MercuryOlympian, All-American, Hall of Famer
"Pete Newell's Playing Big is the standard by which every basketball resource will be judged. In a style and format that allow any aspiring student, teacher, coach, and player to easily comprehend what it takes to get to Newell's Hall of Fame level, Coach Newell perfectly captures the training tips, techniques, and methodology that have guided the true legends in basketball. Pete Newell's Playing Big is not only a meticulously researched, brilliantly organized, incredibly complete review of how players have excelled in the post, but it's also a blueprint for maximizing talents in basketball and in the game of life itself." Bill WaltonBasketball Hall of Fame 1993Member of NBA's 50 Greatest All-Time Team
"Coach Pete Newell's vast knowledge of basketball is unparalleled. He gave me 90% of my game as an NBA player and allowed me to use that same knowledge as a coach and general manager in the NBA. Players and coaches will benefit tremendously by reading Pete Newell's Playing Big and watching the DVD. No other source explains the footwork and principles of the game so well." Kiki VandewegheESPN Analyst
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21 Iconic French Women Who Inspire The Way We Dress
From the old guard (Coco Chanel, Catherine Deneuve) to the new (Marion Cotillard, Melanie Laurent), these women definitely have that je ne sais quoi, including style and confidence in spades. Click through our slideshow to read about our favourite Gallic girls, and tell us if you agree!
Gainsbourg was born with a sartorial pedigree (she's Lou Doillon's half-sister and the daughter of Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg). But the actress/singer's laid-back style--natural and effortless--belongs completely to her. She held her own as Nicolas Ghesquiere's muse for Balenciaga, and as the face of the label's first fragrance.
It's not just the supermodel's bee-stung lips that make us think she's a modern-day Brigitte Bardot. She exudes the same brand of sultry allure, whether she's wearing romantic lace confections or sharply tailored pieces. No wonder she's the model for Marianne, a figure that serves as France's national emblem.
This ingenue who first captured our attention in Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol appreciates the classics, but isn't afraid to experiment with bold prints and textures either--a true Parisienne!
Dore is one of the most influential street style photographers today (she even dates a fellow photog, The Sartorialist's Scott Schuman), who posts inspiring photos and illustrations on her self-titled blog. On or off-duty, you'll spot her in charming, boyish pieces, like crisp button-downs, chinos, and oxford shoes.
Bancourt is one of France's most beloved fashion bloggers, espousing a whimsical, ultra-feminine style that's earned her thousands of devotees.
Autier's no stranger to sartorial statements (oversized bows, floral crowns, and animal prints are on regular rotation in her repertoire). It's part of the reason this blogger perfectly exemplifies playful French charm.


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624.157.3170 | Cabo
Most likely, you've heard of "Cabo" known for its sapphire blue waters and an average temperature, year-round of 78 degrees F. But what keeps folks coming back is the huge variety of activities offered in this Mexican utopia. From the miles of beaches to mountains that tower 7000 feet in the air to the waters teeming with sea life, you can find something to do here.
1…Whale Watching
Whale watching is at its very best in Los Cabos. Often the whales can be seen from the beaches but there are abundant whale watching excursions to be had as well.
2…Baja – "Off-roading"
The beautiful desert of the Baja is perfect for off-roading on an ATV or in a Jeep. In Los Cabos you can go on a guided ATV tour to the Pacific Ocean or out into the desert's rugged hills and arroyos.
3…Sport fishing
World class fishing is at its best here year round. Cabo – the Marlin Capital of the World – is a great place to start if you've never fished before, or to come if you're an expert.
Bahia de San Lucas is home to schools of tropical fish that can truly be enjoyed from under the surface. Explore the crystal waters on a snorkeling tour or rent gear to go diving. Head for Lover's Beach to snorkel or dive with the added bonus of seeing the sea lions.
There are beaches of every kind in Los Cabos. On the Pacific side, the beaches tend toward the wild, while on the Sea of Cortez, placid is the word. Soft sand and breathtaking vistas make the Cabo beaches some of the best anywhere.
The Sea of Cortez is beyond perfect for cruising and sailing. Get out onto those waters and see the sunset from the deck of a cruise boat, a catamaran or trimaran triple-decker. Don't be a landlubber when you're in Cabo.
7… Climbing, Hiking, Biking
For the nature lover or adventure seeker hiking, climbing and rappelling trips of all sorts are available. There are easy hikes through fabulous rock formations to clear pools perfect for a romantic getaway. Mountain bikes can be rented by the day or by the hour and there is plenty of territory to explore.
Los Cabos has become one of the best places to golf year round. There are over seven championship courses to choose from and more under construction.
9…Sightseeing – Rent a car.
The Tourist Corridor is so jam-paced with fabulous sites and soft golden beaches it is entirely practical to simply rent a car and head out.
Finally, when the sun goes down, you can sit on the beach and toast the sunset with a cerveza. Or, you can hit one of the many hot spots for dancing the night away. Cabo San Lucas is the place to be after dark.
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