text: This verse is my sister's favourite. I love the way it describes God's character – unique in its breathtaking majesty. I wanted to mimic this bold description in the style of design surrounding the verse, so I decided on sweeping geometric shapes and lines, with a few very detailed sections to remind us of the stunning intricacy of creation. As you colour this one, let your heart soar and your mind marvel and overflow in praise to our mighty God – majestic in holiness, awesome in glorious deeds, doing wonders.


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Celebrate the new year on roller skates, not in a mosh pit. Everyone goes to New Year's dances, be unique and come to Classic's New Year's Disco Night!
$10 (includes skate rental) at the door, day of.
Pre-sale tickets on sale for $5!
- Countdown to 2017 & live video of ball drop!
- Huge balloon drop (balloons filled with hundreds of dollars of cash, skate passes, free skates and prizes!)
- Disco Dress

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Grant Bierschbach, a Tri-Cities native, has been playing cello for 20 years. He performs regularly with regional ensembles, including the Mid-Columbia Symphony, Mid-Columbia Mastersingers, Walla Walla Symphony and Oregon East Symphony. Grant started piano lessons at age 9, then picked up the cello at age 10 and played in the school orchestra. As a teen, Grant studied cello privately with Walla Walla University cello instructor Benjamin Gish. Grant graduated from Cornell College in Iowa with a Bachelor of Arts in Philosphy and a minor in Music. He studied cello with James Ellis and, as principal cellist of the Cornell College Orchestra (2003 to 2007), Grant toured Italy in 2005, performing in various cities throughout the country. In 2008/2009 Grant continued his cello studies at Central Washington University with John Michel and was the principal cellist of the Central Washington University Symphony Orchestra.
At Magnolia Music Studio, Grant teaches cello lessons for all ages and levels (beginning to advanced.) He is also available to teach combination cello/beginning piano lessons.
"I believe that teaching music is about inspiring and encouraging the student. I believe in setting high expectations, but I don't believe in criticizing the student when those expectations are not met. My objective is to mentor the student and give them positive feedback as they develop their technique. I want them to always strive to become the best musicians they can, on both an expressive and technical level. I want my students to maintain an enthusiasm for their instrument, in which they enjoy practicing, performing and coming to lessons.
I use the Suzuki method, supplemented by other materials. I agree with the creator of the Suzuki method, Shinichi Suzuki, that anyone can learn how to play a musical instrument. What makes a student successful or talented is enthusiasm, interest, curiosity, passion, patience, diligence and dedication.


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Tuesday, February 2
February Mammal's Only Open Mic @ The Mammal Gallery
Wednesday, February 3
Song Missing Presents THAT-LANTA GIRL IS POISON @ The Village Theatre
Comedy and Music Based on '90s R&B, featuring Chris Ledford, Noel Stephen and the Ponies, Jason Mallory, Jenny Nichols & Tiffany Williams , Zaida J Sanchez, Ashlee Haze, Beca Grimm, Rita Nicole Leslie, Lace Larrabee, Paul Gallois, Nicolette Emanuelle, Noah Kess, Aaron Akins, Chris Robinson, Nicole Hart, Emily Decker, Cherry Del Rosario, Jason Williams, Bryan Washington, and Tony Jenkins.
Black History Month Classics Night Kick Off w/ Special Musical Guest David Whild @ Tipple + Rose Tea Parlor and Apothecary
Poetry open mic featuring David Whild of the band Whild Peach, who has played guitar for and toured and written with Outkast and Goodie Mob.
Bleeding Expressions @ Downtown Players Club
A writers workshop for short story writers, poets, screenplay writers, novelists, essayists, bloggers and more.
Thursday, February 4
Opening: The 5th of July @ Atlanta Contemporary
A group exhibition includes a diverse range of materials and medias, such as painting, photo, video, ceramics, and large-scale sculpture by exhibiting artists Charles Harlan, Katherine Bernhardt, Lucas Blalock, Robin Cameron, Alex Da Corte, Charles Harlan, Tom Holmes, and Chris Wiley.
The Thicket at MWG CASTLEBERRY by Karen Hennessee @ Marcia Wood Gallery
Ladie's Night @ the Village Theatre
Friday, February 5
Waking Astronomer (album release), RBTS Win, Ancestor, TheyungMatthew, Divine Interface @ The EARL
Closing Reception - Mary Stuart Hall, The Topography of Text @ MINT
MAMMABEAR (EP release!) || WEARY HEADS || TWIN CRIMINAL || HEAVY EYES @ Star Bar
Saturday, February 6
I really like you 2 @ Paper Ghost Studio
Annual Valentines art show featuring artwork by Mike Lowery, Sarah Watts, Caleb Morris, Sarah Neuburger (the small object), Erin McManness (paper raven co), Barry Lee, Katrin Wiehle, Heather Lund, Dan Murdoch, Jason Frost (modern giant), Sarah Roberts (in the quiet hours), Josh Thompson, Angela Adkins, Chris Neuenschwander (noosh) and more.
Axis Mundi Opening Reception @ Collective One
Opening: MY FRIEND COURT "Paint Life Grand" @ Hodgepodge Coffee House
Hurricanes of Love + Faun and a Pan Flute + Adam Bruneau @ The Cleaners
Sunday, February 7
Cienfuegos – Bobby Flan – Pamela_ and her sons — Sapphogeist — Sean Seaton & Elijah Forrest @ Eyedrum Art & Music Gallery


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I love Chinatown, I'm not going to lie. With hundreds of hidden treasures, and great bangs for your buck, I ignore the smell of the place. (I don't mind the smell of dead fish, I enjoy it!) I stopped into Congee last week for a very pleasant meal.
A roast duck and meatball porridge ($3.95) was very bland, but after adding some pepper and hot sauce, turned into a really nice appetizer. And for $3.95 I was not complaining.
A special of razor clams with X.O. Sauce was one of the most expensive dishes I have ever consumed in Chinatown at $22.95. It also was fabulous! It was tasty, delicious, and addictive-three adjectives I use often to describe dishes I love. I loved this dish, and it brought joy to my taste buds, stomach, and all round emotional well-being.
So ignore the smell, and head to Chinatown for some culinary treasures. Congee is one spot that will satisfy your buds.
Congee Village
98 Bowery (bet. Hester and Grand)
New York, NY 10013


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Why we love the Demureist
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MTJF loves The Demureist! That cannot be stated enough.
A few months ago, we teamed up with Mariana Aguilera; editor of The Demureist to host our first fashion showcase. As host, she made our showcase livelier and added her personal flair to every aspect of the day. Mariana was such as sweet, hardworking, and amazing person who loved shared our love of modest fashion, craftsmanship, and style!
Mariana says this about what her site is all about:
"The Demureist is a an outlet for me to express my appreciation for us women, modest fashion and create a platform for women from all faiths and walks of life who to are personally changing and evolving(who have a voice) at the rhythm of their own lives, because the point is to move ahead from our past selves".
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It's like trying to pick someone in this election. Either way you're going to be left feeling a little ashamed when your team wins.
I dropped a thing just now. I couldn't reach it with my toe. I will never see that thing again.
I have to poop. Hold please.
Much better.
Gary Johnson is a moron.
If he is a moron, how come he was elected governor?
Because New Mexico is full of morons. Much like Florida.
I had the above conversation. It was an easy win once I pointed out that Florida also has a moron as governor.
Anyway, tomorrow I have to go see some English dude in Athens, Georgia. I am excited.
Friday I get to go see Amanda Shires. I am a little more excited. Don't tell the English guy.
Next month I get to see Skinny Lister, then go LA for a week. I miss California.
When I moved back there from Ohio I kissed the ground once I passed the state line. I may do that again when I step off the plane.
Anyway, I want to see you when I get there. And you, too.


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The Sentinel Ch. 01byJPMMURPHY©
It was a dark place - figuratively and literally - where he spent most of his time. The room was clean and neat, the only light coming from eight computer monitors on a long table against the outer wall. Here, he watched intently, pushed back in his wheelchair, glancing from one screen to the next, sometimes pausing to reflect on what might be happening on a particular screen.
To his left, a sliding glass door opened onto a small terrace with a wrought iron patio table and three matching chairs. A fourth space was left empty for his wheelchair. Several plants filled the area which was like a big open box turned on its side and set in the corner of the building with a heavy concrete roof above.
The view beyond was stunning, showing lower Manhattan at night. The lights of the skyline in the distance were like small shooting stars as their bright glow streaked across the water to their points of origin - traffic moving across the Brooklyn Bridge to destinations unknown and uncared about by the lonely sentry keeping watch inside.
The remainder of the floor which he lived on was quiet and occupied only by him. On the five floors below in small islands of music and light, the occupants toasted the coming holidays; visited on the phone; and in general, lived normal active lives. They were all very happy with their recently acquired apartments with the large open floor plans, high windows that gave lots of light during the day, and the completely remodeled rooms filled with the latest and newest in appliances and other electronic conveniences.
On returning from the hospital, he had found his Manhattan condominium unbearable. Even changing bedrooms hadn't helped wipe away the memories. It had been an easy decision to get rid of it and relocate. Choosing an empty warehouse owned by his company and paying a premium price, he'd had the remodeling completed in six months and cried silently when he left his old building. It was by no means closure - feeling more like abandonment as he quietly recalled the times she'd been there, waiting for him after long trips.
The building was a very small part of a global empire built by his father and had originally served as its principle warehouse during the early growth years of the company. But, it had soon been outgrown and had been given over to personal storage for the Pond family. It was located on a small tract of fifty wooded acres with a view of the south end of Manhattan, but Jack's father had always said the area was much more suited to a country estate than a warehouse. With his parents' untimely deaths, Jack had been left as the head of one of the largest family-owned transport and warehousing businesses in the world with offices and storage space in 62 countries. It had also afforded him an opportunity to finally create an estate of sorts although it was not the fieldstone country manor that his father had envisioned. This was more a concrete fortress - Jack's cocoon and buffer to hold the world at bay.
As urban sprawl had sent highways and other transport in different directions, it had slowly become isolated and cutoff, impractical for the constant movement of the large trucks, vans, and semis needed to support the growing business.
The isolation of the building might have been a drawback for some with no other buildings or houses within yelling distance but not for the small group of professionals that enjoyed the privacy and isolation provided by the thick stand of trees that surrounded the building. A circular drive and finely manicured lawn completed the facade with an entrance to the underground garage off to the side. Two security guards sat in a small island of light, watching sentry monitors that were as boring as black and white reruns from the 50's. A third guard was making his way down through the parking garage and then up the stairwell to listen outside the door of each apartment just long enough to know that all was well.
Half the first floor was dedicated to a small sports and fitness center with a twenty- five yard two-lane lap pool, sauna, and shower rooms. The other half was a party room, available to the occupants, and complete with a small stage, baby grand piano, and a sound system for those nieces and nephews who were coming of age and wanted to dance away the night with friends and family. A wet bar and a fully-equipped kitchen finished it off.
Jack had taken the half-billion dollar company and turned it into a billion dollar one after his parents' deaths. It had taken five years. Not really the playboy type, he was also not the wallflower some liked to think. His nose was always to the grindstone, and his only free time was the time needed to shower and shave before jetting off to breakfast and business in one country and dinner and business in another. Nevertheless, he did have a few "special female friends" around the world that were always happy to see him when he flew into town.
He was an Ivy League graduate with a feel for the blue collar worker that his empire was built on. He had found it fairly easy to bring new opportunities in and let his people build the business for him. That, coupled with the willingness of his college classmate, Juan Franciso, had made the hard work of doubling a fortune easy.
Juan Francisco Martin, better known as John F. in the states, was the son of a British father and Mexican mother, and he had opened up Latin America for Jack. The quiet rivalry during their first year at college had grown into a friendship that even their girlfriends were jealous of. Juan's parents had in many ways become Jack's own after the plane crash that had changed his life. It was not unusual for Jack to fly south of the border for a weekend. He seldom called to announce his intentions, but he was always received like one of the family and sent off to settle in the room they had christened his. Juan's three sisters found Jack fair game for practicing the fine art of Latin flirting which for some reason always left him red-faced. The girls' father only grinned knowingly, and their mother always seemed to find some obscure Saint to bless Jack with while admonishing her daughters who stood innocently watching Jack squirm.
Coming out of college and going directly into the family business had kept Jack busy; his father made certain he learned every aspect of the business - from how to store a dolly on a truck so it wouldn't slide around and damage the cargo to how to fly the Airbus 300's used as their long haul jets. His presence was expected at all board meetings even if he happened to be on the other side of the globe when notified. "Get it done," his father would say into the phone, "and don't forget to bring a tie," a small chuckle in his voice as he left Jack listening to a dial tone. And he did it. He always got it done. He always did the best any father could expect, and oddly enough, it was always more than enough. His father made no bones about the fact that Jack was the hardest working employee he had - the brightest and the best.
It was clear from the first board meeting Jack attended that he was expected to take the reins some day. Placed at his father's right hand, Jack sat at the same table he had played under many years before while listening to his father consider this and contemplate that with the group of old friends that helped during those early years. Jack was expected to be an active participant in Pond Enterprises from that first official board meeting. He was not to be relegated to the role of a well-educated showpiece, sitting in some plush office taking social calls and making 'strategic' dinner dates.
That, combined with Jack's drive and willingness to do any job that needed to be done, including sweeping the floor in the warehouse, had earned him the respect of his people and made a transition that might have destroyed other companies fairly smooth. He could still conjure up his mother's voice as she pleaded with Jack's father not to take him to the warehouse. "Sweeping the floor was no place for a twelve-year-old boy. Playing with his friends or going to a museum was certainly a more appropriate activity." But it seemed the Ryan boy had been caught stealing again, and this time, it was something much more valuable. As much as his father had hated it, he had been forced to take drastic measures and needed Jack to fill in. It would just be a few days until someone else could be found. Those few days turned into several years as Jack became a permanent fixture, running errands and filling in when someone didn't make it in for the day.
And despite all the effort Juan's sisters had put into it over the years, they had not been the ones to win Jack's heart. Ten years after graduation, he had found her at a restaurant in Paris while waiting for a business meal to start - his invited contact late as usual. She smelled of roses and looked like an angel that rainy night as he began courting her. The business contact had been a no-show, and Jack had finally decided he had better things to do with his time. Walking to her table, he had decided the direct approach was best. "Hi, my name is Jack Pond. I'm not as bright as I look, and I'm a very poor dancer. But I do have an eye for beauty, and I thought the Louvre kept the really important works of art under lock and key at night." Okay, it was corny, but he got a smile. Lisa had put up a fight but only enough to decide his intentions were sincere and that he wasn't just some rich kid on the make. Quiet and settled, Lisa was a corporate lawyer working for one of the top ten Fortune 500 companies; she was a walking corporate law book that had managed to maintain her femininity in the male dominated world of corporate litigation. Two days later and a phone call to his assistant Michelle had had him doing something he hadn't done since entering the company - taking ten days vacation. Hold the calls and I'll let you know where I am.
There had never been talk of marriage even though there was never a lack of hints from Lisa's parents. They had found each other, and that was the important thing. They lived, loved, and shared using air travel as most people would a train commute. She worked and lived in Chicago while Jack lived in Manhattan with a short commute to the Brooklyn office when he was in town. Weekends, whenever possible, were spent at each other's place, and vacations and small trips were spent together whenever schedules allowed. It was love at a level many couldn't understand until they saw them together at a dinner or on a beach. It was in the eyes, the easy touch, and loving care shown in the smallest detail of each other's life.
They had even discovered the wonder of video communication by computer and found they could enjoy some private time talking and sharing with something a little more personal than a telephone. Becoming old hands at chat and the services available, they belonged to all of them and could always find a way to connect during the day - if not by real time chat, then by snail chat - through mails that communicated so much more than most married couples said face-to-face after years of being together. They seemed to have decided without discussion that it worked for them, and this was how life would be.
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Sitting alone in the dark, sterile room, his happiness seemed so far away now - another lifetime ago, or worse, another person's life. As he continued to glance from screen to screen watching his "Buddy" lists and the few cams he had open in frequented public chat rooms, he thought, this wasn't how they had lived and was certainly not what he had envisioned for them. Darkness and hate seemed so foreign to what he and Lisa were that sometimes he contemplated letting go of the hunt. Then he would see some phrase or line used in a chat box and wonder is he the one? At the same time, he was afraid. Afraid he would have nothing to live for if he didn't have him to find, to track down, to stand over, and to watch as the life faded slowly from his eyes.
That day seemed so real at times when part of his subconscious would conjure it up once more. Still in color, it burned on the back of his eyes as he leaned back in his chair and watched it unfold. Closing his eyes, he wandered there once more. Could he stop it this time?
He had been in Chicago for the weekend. They had gone to the blues bars Friday night- an outing though a little bawdy that they both enjoyed. There had been a wonderful feeling of freedom as they had ceremoniously turned their mobile phones off together at the first stop, followed by a small toast - "To us, to love."
The next day had been beautiful. Looking back on it now, it was as if the gods had deemed it so because it was to be their last day together: a picnic on the shore, a stroll through downtown, the opera at night, and in each other's arms for a few hours of quiet lovemaking before he had to be off. "Big day Monday and I want to go into the office tomorrow afternoon. Why don't you come with me? You can fly back early Monday." No, it was not to be. She had a case to prepare, and besides, she knew what it meant if he went to the office. They would enjoy a plane ride to New York together, and she'd be stuck at his place for six hours while he did whatever was so important. Being home for a late night snack and a night in bed did sound attractive, but she would be worn out by the time she got to the courthouse Monday morning at nine. "No, Jack, I'll look for you in chat tomorrow late, and we can say goodnight. I think I'll go see Mom and Dad and buy my groceries while you wile away your time at that stuffy, old office of yours."
And off he went. Things to do, people to see, and a stuffy, old office to visit. It was a productive afternoon but nothing earth- shattering was accomplished. Arriving home, he'd showered and prepared a snack. Carrying the laptop to his bed, he'd lifted the top and seen her request for a video conference. A click on accept, and there she was. Sitting in the middle of his bed, leaning against the headboard, he'd said, "Hi, babe, nice to see you". He had been surprised when she hadn't responded but he had guessed that the voice chat hadn't connected. Then he had seen the chat box was open and her message appear. Glancing at his programs status line, he was even more confused when he saw 'Voice chat activated'. Looking down at his speaker, he saw it was muted and quickly fixed that. She must have responded, but I didn't hear you'd thought.
If only you had read the chat, or your speaker had not been muted. If only you had looked at her face, her eyes, and not everything else in your world at that instant. But mostly, if only you had stayed.
You heard it then - the quiet sob and a metallic clicking sound as she looked to her right, off cam and said something. You heard it, didn't you? But what registered was the tension, the fear, not the message. She was emphatic when she said it. You heard it when you played it back in your mind. "Why?" The fear, followed by rage, kept you from understanding as you heard a man's voice, deep and gruff, respond, "Shut up, bitch, and do it."
You practically yelled in response, "Lisa, what is it? What's happening?" Not waiting for a response, you had grabbed the phone from the nightstand and dialed 911 while blurting out, "Hold on, I have an emergency here." You could hear the operator asking the nature of the emergency and trying to confirm your address, but you finally dropped the cordless phone on the bed so you could pay attention to what was happening on your computer screen.
Then he yelled, "Do it now, bitch." You watched, speechless, as she raised her right hand and pushed the left spaghetti strap of her silk nightshirt down, exposing her breast.
"Why isn't Jackie boy answering? See if he's there." It was a demand of an angry person wanting his way and being emphatic about it.
You answered, didn't you? You yelled your head off at him until you realized she had muted her speaker so he couldn't hear you. Looking down, you had seen it at last. "Jack, answer me here."
"What?" was all you managed as you pounded the keys.
"Good," you heard as he responded mockingly. "Tell him maybe he'll enjoy this as much as you're going to. Wait. Ask him where the hell his cam is." Watching the chat box, it appeared. "Where's your cam?" There was an explosion of yelling as the intruder became emphatic again, "I want his damn cam up so I can see his face, and I want you to tell him what I said - 'Just maybe he'll enjoy this as much as you're going to.' Do it now, bitch, or it all ends right now."
"Jack, I really need your cam on, dear, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to."
It was clear that whoever it was, thought you couldn't hear him and just as clear, was that he was threatening her life. Hitting the icon, you saw your own picture come up on the screen as a smaller image inside hers. Reaching for the phone, you had intended to give 911 as much information as possible, as quickly as possible, before your image appeared on the other end, but it was too late as you heard, 'That's it, Jackie boy. Now tell him not to move, and the last thing I want to see is him talking on a phone, or we'll see how good the color is on these things. I wonder if red really looks red?" The laugh was evil at its worst. It sent a shiver up your spine as you watched a tear fall slowly from her right eye, pausing on her upper lip before cascading away. And as instructed, she typed.
It occurred to you to read everything out loud, and maybe, the 911 operator would get it. Pushing the phone up beside the laptop, in hopes the intruder's voice would come through also, you spoke the words as you read them, making it all seem that much more real and vile.
"The other strap and make it quick." He seemed business-like that time as you watched her left hand come up, fingers shaking, as she dropped the right strap, her top falling around her waist, both breasts exposed.
"I want you to do it good. I want you to do it like I was Jackie boy. But first, tell him I want him to get his dick out and jack off while you do me."
She finally broke down and sobbed, "No, I won't do it. You can go to hell, you asshole and I hope you ro…' Her voice was cut off by a jerk of her head and a muffled slapping sound. With the imagery coming through at about a frame every two seconds, you had missed his hand and had only seen her slump back against the chair to sob. You had felt it, hadn't you - her pain, her tears? The rage had been blinding as you sat there frozen, waiting to see what would happen next.
"Look, bitch, I want his cock in his hand and mine in your mouth. Do it or die"' He was furious now, and you could see her body convulse as she slowly leaned forward and started to type. The spelling was so bad you wouldn't have understood if you hadn't heard him, but you knew what he wanted.
She looked right at the camera - her eyes intense, wide with fear and mouthed it. You missed that too, didn't you, Jack? It was months before you got that one. "I love you." She had managed to say it to you one last time, and you almost missed it.
Jerking the towel away, you leaned down to type but stopped when you heard that metallic sound again. Looking at her picture, you saw it all as if in slow motion. A gloved hand, sticking out of a brown suede coat arm, came out and turned her head sideways so she was looking off cam again. Her jaw shaking, she opened her mouth slowly. "Wider, bitch, it won't fit." And you watched as she closed her eyes and forced her mouth open more. "I want to see some tongue, bitch; I like it nice and wet." Obediently, her tongue came out and waved a little.


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Selena Gomez Presents Puma's New Defy Sneaker
Selena Gomez and Puma are constantly keeping their collaboration interesting. Ever since the mega-popular singer was revealed as the brand's ambassador, they share exciting new campaigns. The latest drop from Puma is its fabulous sneaker style called Defy. And who else to present such a chic silhouette than Selena.
"To defy is to be brave. It's about pushing the envelope and not obeying any 'expectations' placed on you by society. Puma has captured this feeling perfectly with their new Defy training shoe. I remind myself daily the importance of defying the outside noise and being true to myself.'- the superstar said about the new sneaker.
The Defy could easily become your next favorite sneaker. It's a very trendy style that is perfect for the gym. You can also rock it with your favorite jeans and top. It reminds a little bit of the latest athleisure trends that are all about chunky sneakers. This silhouette features a black and white platform. The top is done in a cool white knit material, breathable and super supportive. Another great thing about the Defy is that has a ProFoam sole, for extra support and comfort. Puma's signature Formstripe is located on the sides, lined with a chic mint green color. Thanks to the knitted upper, the sneakers are super lightweight.
As you would imagine, Gomez is flaunting Puma designs from head to toe. The gorgeous singer wears a pair of tan chic leggings with see-through details all over. Her look is finished off with a sports bra in a bright yellow color.
Together with the sneaker silhouette, Puma is launching their Defy App which is actually a big thing. All of Selena's fans will be thrilled to know that they can win a chance to meet their idol in person if they simply download the app and enter a challenge. Everyone located in Los Angeles can capture the Defy posts located around town to get a chance to win the exciting experience. It will happen on May 16, and Gomez will be there to hang out with the winners.
The previous collaboration for the Phenom Luxe sneaker was sold out within hours, so you should definitely hurry up if you want to snatch this new release. One of the best things about their previous campaign is that $100.000 of the proceeds were donated to the Lupus Foundation. The Defy sneaker will debut on May 31. It will be sold on puma.com, select Puma stores and retailers worldwide.
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In 1778, Congress authorized the creation of a Hospital Service Act, to care for disabled and sick Marines. In 1779, they extended the care to include the Navy.
By the end of the Civil War, the Navy operated eight hospitals, including this one in Tennessee, constructed in the 1930's. The patients received excellent health care here and by contrast, weren't nearly as crowded as the Navy facilities.


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Well do Chicago politicians cook job report numbers? It's a slam against the President who cut his teeth in Chicago politics. This year as he seeks re-election we're hearing that more and more. Today we hear it from the former CEO of General Electric:
Former General Electric chairman Jack Welch says the new unemployment numbers issued by the Obama Administration are no more reliable than election totals issued by the Chicago Machine.
According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the unemployment rate dropped to 7.8 percent, the lowest figure since President Obama's first month in office. That's also an important threshold because we've been hearing all year that no president has ever been re-elected when the unemployment rate is above 8 percent.
"Unbelievable jobs numbers..these Chicago guys will do anything..can't debate so change numbers," Welch tweeted on @jack_welch, his personal account.


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Smoke healthy with electronic cigarettes
What is electronic cigarette and how it works?
An electronic cigarette, also known as an e-cigarette, personal vaporizer or PV, is an electronic inhaler that vaporizes a liquid solution into an aerosol mist, simulating the act of tobacco smoking. Electronic cigarettes are no longer marketed as smoking cessationaids or tobacco replacement in most countries. There may be similarities between conventional and some electronic cigarettes in the physical design and the nicotine release, which may approximate the same amount of nicotine as a conventional cigarette. There are also many electronic cigarettes which do not resemble conventional cigarettes at all. The amount of nicotine contained can also be chosen by the user, with some people choosing no nicotine at all.
Electronic cigarette - is totally different from traditional cigarettes:
It does not generate ash, does not burn, and does not include the 4,000 toxins and carbon monoxide wich can be found in traditional cigarettes. Appearance of "smoke" is actually generated by the vaporization of electronic cigarette's liquid, and therefore is not harmful to others (it eliminate the risks posed by passive smoking). Electronic Cigarette can be used in public places where smoking is normally prohibited.
Electronic Cigarette is composed of the following elements :
Most portable power units contain a lithium-ion rechargeable battery and makes the largest component of an electronic cigarette. This may contain an electronic airflow sensor so that activation is triggered simply by drawing breath through the device. Other models come with a power switch, which must be held during operation. A LED to announce activation may also be equipped in the front of power unit casing.
Batteries are usually charged via AC outlet, car or USB. Some manufacturers also offer a cigarette-pack-like portable charging case (PCC), which contains a larger battery to charge smaller batteries of individual e-cigarettes.
The atomizer contains a small heating coil that vaporizes the liquid, and generally consists of a simple filament and wicking metal mesh or silica wick to draw the liquid in. It is positioned in the center of the three components that make up the entire electronic cigarette cylinder, as the cartridge attaches to one end, and the power unit to the other. The atomizer's filament will lose efficiency over time due to a buildup of sediment, or "burns out" entirely, requiring replacement. In some models, the cartridge and atomizer component are integrated, known as a cartomizer.
The cartridge, a small plastic container with openings on each end, serves as both a liquid reservoir and mouthpiece. It allows the passage of liquid to the atomizer and vapor from the atomizer back to the user's mouth, without leaking liquid into the mouth.
Most models adopt a plastic sponge to keep the liquid in place, but it is also common to use a refillable tank to hold the liquid, with a separate tunnel connecting to the atomizer. When the liquid is depleted, users can refill it or replace with another pre-filled cartridge. Some users forgo the use of liquid reservoirs and drip liquid directly onto the atomizer in a method known as "dripping".
A single cartridge can be the equivalent of 40 cigarettes.
Liquid for producing vapor in electronic cigarettes, known as e-juice or e-liquid, is a solution of propylene glycol (PG) and/or vegetable glycerin (VG) and/orpolyethylene glycol 400 (PEG400) mixed with concentrated flavors, and optionally, a variable percent of a liquid nicotine concentrate.
They are often sold in a bottle or as pre-filled disposable cartridges. Many manufacturers offer dozens of flavors which resemble the taste of regular tobacco,menthol, vanilla, coffee, cola and various fruits, but nicotine concentrations vary by manufacturers. The standard notation "mg/ml" is often used in labeling, sometimes shortened to a simple "mg".[16] Nicotine-free solutions are also common.
Some electronic cigarette users opt to make their own e-juice in a form known as "DIY".
Every time you inhale from the electronic cigarette, a pressure sensor activates the battery that powers the atomizer (evaporator) and heat it Under the generated heat liquid evaporates, thus giving the sensation of smoking. Electronic cigarette satisfy nicotine and gestion addiction users. The advantage is that it is harmless both for users and for others (if using liquid without nicotine).
Before using the electronic cigarette, replace original patron from factory , with one of the reserve box! It has decorative (liquid contains no nicotine)role because you risk to damage the atomizer by using dry atomizer bottles.
First use of device
Charging the batteries
Care and maintenance of electronic cigarette
Life of a cartridge:
This will depend on what type of smoker you are. Manufacturers claim that a cartridge is equivalent to 15 cigarettes. Cartridges can be recharged approx. 20 times (ie 6-7 days for a normal smoker). After this period the cartridge wool tends to fill with dirt and reduces it's size. When this happens the liquid transfer process from catridge to the atomizer is compromised and general yield of electronic cigarette is not ideal. Aging of the cartridge can be observed through the inconsistent and dry vapor . At this point it is advisable to replace the cartridge with a new one.
If after a period the cigarette does not produces enought smoke:
1. Atomizer should be cleaned every two weeks (approximately) or when you notice that the electronic cigarette is not working properly. Unscrew the batteryand remove the patron from the atomizer. Take the atomizer and blow in it through the part where the battery is screwed , until the residual liquid in atomizer begin to drain .(this liquid is darker than normal liquid)
2. If the cleaning did not fix the problem, try to pour a drop of e-liquid in atomizer hole found in the part where the battery is screwed. This drop should reach within atomizer - it will dampen inside elements, which then heated should work properly again.
3. Another way to clean and maintain atomizer is to leave it on a sheet of paper upright a night. You will notice the next day the burned e-liquid from atomizer has leaked (residual).
Before you go bed (or when you are not using the electronic cigarette for a longer period of time) disconnect the battery from the sprayer because it consumes energy overnight.
Electronic Cigarette common Problems
Battery problems :
For all problems listed above you should replace the battery with a new one . Make sure first that your charger is working properly .
Note : All batteries will eventually become defective and non-functional after a designated number of charges. Standard lithium ion batteries are only functional from the first use up to 300 charges. It is recommended to replace batteries after the indicated maximum number of usage.
Atomizer problems
Check first the e-liquid inside the atomizer. Most times, atomizer overheat because it's center is dry. Place two to three drops of e-liquid in the center to cool it down and to produce vapors .
Not enough vapors
If your atomizer remains cold and does not produce any vapor, check the inside of the atomizer. You will find that you have overfilled the atomizer. In this case, all you need to do is lessen the amount of the e-liquid inside. Gently blow through the battery connector to release the excess e-liquid from the atomizer.
No vapors at all
If your battery is working properly, but the e-cigarette is still unable to produce vapor you may need to replace the atomizer . The atomizer eventually burns out after some time and it will need to be replaced right away. There are also instances when all that you need to do is check the connection between the battery and atomizer. If they are not properly connected, the device will not work and it won't produce vapor. If you are still unable to properly attach the two components together, you may need to ditch the entire device and purchase a new one instead.
Plastic burnt taste when inhaling
If you feel burnt taste when you take a puff , you probably need to replace the electronic cigarette , because it is a sign that you used it for a long period of time .
Usefull Tips
When you smoke from electronic cigarette is recommended to keep the cigarette leaned down, approx. 30 degrees for the liquid to reach easier to atomizer.
How often should I charge the battery?
When you receive your electronic cigarette batteries can be partially charged, so you need only charge them for several hours (2-3 hours), not as in some textbooks 8h. Electronic cigarette batteries can lose significant capacity or even worse, if are left too long to recharge.


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Why Priceline Is Buying OpenTable
Online travel booking website Priceline is now trying to enter the world of online dinner reservations. On June 13, the company agreed to buy OpenTable , a massive real-time restaurant-reservation service that covers thousands of restaurants in most U.S. states as well as in several major international cities.
The deal is huge, even for Priceline, which spent $1.8 billion last year to take over competitor Kayak, a travel comparison site. For OpenTable, Priceline will be paying $2.6 billion in cash, hoping that the consolidation of the businesses of flight booking and restaurant reservations creates valuable synergies. Is this a good deal?
Source: OpenTable
The deal
The recent acquisition is by far Priceline's largest deal in its history. Note that the deal was not driven by a slowdown in Priceline's main business, according to Priceline CEO Darren R. Huston. After all, Priceline has reported seven straight years of rising profit. Plus, in the last-reported quarter, Priceline's overall bookings showed a 34.2% year-over-year increase.
The move will allow Priceline to own a database of more than 31,000 establishments, most of them in the U.S. Roughly speaking, these establishments seat more than 15 million diners per month.
Catching up with TripAdvisor?
The move could be seen as a reaction to the acquisition of Paris-based online reservation service La Fourchette, by competitor TripAdvisor , which occurred last month. La Fourchette has more than 12,000 restaurants under its network, with a strong presence in France, Spain, and Switzerland. The company, like OpenTable, also provides software solutions that provide restaurants with dynamic real-time booking, discount systems, and data tools.
The premium
In terms of premium, Priceline offered $103 a share in cash for the company. This is equivalent to a 46% premium over OpenTable shares' closing price on June 12. According to data compiled by Bloomberg, this is the highest premium since 2007 for a North American Internet deal of more than $1 billion.
Initial market reaction
Not surprisingly, shares of OpenTable were up more than 45% on June 13. Shares of companies providing similar services also rose. Shares of business review site Yelp were up more than 13%, and shares of food-delivery service GrubHub rose more than 6%. Interestingly, shares of Priceline were down only 2.1% after the deal announcement, suggesting that overall investors appear to believe that in the long run, Priceline will be able to recover its money.
From now on
OpenTable, which gets $1 from a restaurant if a diner reserves a table through its app, generated just $53.8 million in revenue in the last quarter. Annualizing this number and assuming no growth, the acquisition would bring $215 million in revenue to Priceline. This would have little impact on Priceline, which reported revenue of $1.64 billion in the most recent quarter.
Still, there's plenty of room left for growth in OpenTable's business. And because most of the restaurants in OpenTable's network are located in the U.S, the main challenge for Priceline -- which has plenty of experience in the field of acquiring tech companies -- is going to be the international expansion of OpenTable.
To make OpenTable popular in international markets, Priceline could drive traffic to OpenTable by using its various international websites. For example, Priceline could use Agoda.com, an online accommodation-booking service with strong presence in Asia Pacific, to bring OpenTable to Asia. The company could also use Active Hotels, a hotel-booking service specialized in the European market, to increase the European exposure of OpenTable.
Final Foolish takeaway
Priceline's acquisition of OpenTable is simply huge. This is the highest premium since 2007 for a North American Internet deal of more than $1 billion. However, Priceline can do a lot with this acquisition. The company turned Booking.com -- a $25-million-a-year business acquired in 2005 -- into a huge global business that deals with more than 550,000 room nights reservations per day. It could make OpenTable popular in Asia and Europe by driving traffic from its localized websites to OpenTable's app.
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Subject: White, Red, and Black [Rose/Open]
Fri Apr 24, 2015 1:03 am
I stood above the city and gazed at the lights. I remember my former days of the Team and how much I missed it. I began to wonder what my soul purpose was being here, in Gotham. I came as an unknown. No family. Nothing to fall back on but a home of lies and despair. I was nothing but a mutation, a full out experiment that failed. On every stand point.
But that just lead me to become more of a failure. More of the hero I was
made to be. But the hero I wanted to be, regardless of what was destined for me. My friends who have taken me in meant everything to me. I sat myself on the edge of the building and looked out. My gaze fading off into the deep city. I was not on a mission nor was I patrolling the streets, I just needed air. I needed air at 2 am. Like any college student needed.
I felt the thick misty air start to rise from the streets, like it was about to storm… I perched up on the building and begin to straighten my knees when a force of darkness came across my spine. The shadow of someone or something was behind me and I couldn't do a thing but stand and wait. It was thicker than the fog below and the haze that began to burn my throat.
Do. Not. Move. An. Inch.
I clenched my teeth and centered my energy. The weight lightened as I threw myself back. Flipping in mid-air. I caught myself on the building with my hands. I looked and saw nothing but a white rose sitting in the middle of the rooftop.
It can't be… He is the only one…
I balanced myself upon my palms and looked more. I lunged my feet forward and felt the ground before me. I looked at the rose, it was not dropped but more than likely placed... The force and pressure I felt was someone. Someone who knew I was up here, knew the spot where I came to look into myself, the only person who left me the white roses… But he's dead… My poor Jason is dead. The rain began to pour down on my back and dampen my hair. I gently held the rose and began to turn around to head back home.
I continued down the sidewalks of Gotham until I reached my motorcycle and headed back to Wayne Manor. Bruce tried stopping me when I was on my way out. He did worry a lot about me when I would leave at such an hour. Especially without my suit on. I had it with me but in a bag on the side of my bike. I took the helmet out of the bag on the left and then took the keys from my jacket. I felt the thorns of the rose and jerked my hand back. The rain was at a slow speed and I started the engine. I placed the helmet on and sighed. I couldn't help but continue to think about the rose. What it meant and who left it for me… It was not Dick because he never left white roses. Only Jason did…
Jason was family to me, when he was alive he was the son I always wanted. And I was the mother he wanted. He showed me compassion and love. Not how Dick did but Jason showed me in a way how a child of a mother should. I taught him everything I knew and Dick taught him everything he knew. But Jason died young…
I was on a mission with Dick as Jason was being held hostage by the Joker… I was unaware until Batman called on our communication system that Jason was in trouble… I told Dick that I'd join him as soon as I knew Jason was safe. I turned around and sped to the coordinates that Batman sent to me… Dick and I arrived just as Batman ran up to the building and then an unsettling feeling came across me. I jumped off my bike and the building exploded. I ran faster and became worried, angry, and most importantly scared… I got up to the top as Batman held Jason in his arms… I trembled and started to cry. I screamed to the heavens and dropped to my knees. I then felt Batman's gaze. He sighed and said, "Rose…"
"Let me hold him." I reached up to him and Jason was laid in my arms. I held his head to my shoulder and cried into the nape of his neck. I murmured the lullaby I sang to him every night he would ask me to. I ran my fingers through his hair and brushed it aside, just so I could see his face. I burst into tears and continued to hold my dead son in my arms… He may not have been blood to me but that boy sure had my heart as a guardian, mentor, and a mother.
I wiped pulled up to the gates of Wayne Manor and sighed holding the call button, "Alfred…"
"Ms. Goldman, welcome home."
The gates opened and I smiled a little. I drove up the drive way and saw then my garage open. It was illuminated in green from all the plants I had stored in there, all the testing of how they grow and how they feel. I stop the bike and balance on my feet. The door opens and Dick is standing in the door frame. His pajama pants bagging down, "Hey good looking, what were you doing out there?" He walks over and takes my helmet off.
"Just getting some air." I sighed and kissed his cheek taking my helmet and throwing it on my work table. "Why are you up?"
"Waiting on you. I was thinking—"
"Master Richard, Ms. Goldman. Come see this." Alfred calls from the kitchen and I toss my keys on the work bench in my helmet. I rush over and find the kitchen television on and news reporters scrambling, it was 3:30 am and they were streaming, something was up. I heard a pattern of thuds as Bruce came in and watched with us. In silence.
"Breaking News: New live reports of head line drug dealer, was shot. He was pronounced dead on the scene and the murderer was not seen. No leads from authorities yet but if you have reports of what happened, contact Gotham City Police." I reached in my inside pocket as she continued to talk. The Rose. I looked at the footage they captured that was live and I knew where that street was. I turned and walked to the garage.
"Rosie," Bruce stops me before I got to the door, everyone looked at me. "Don't go out there alone again."
"Too late old man." I opened the door and slammed it shut. I jerked my jacket off and dug in my bag and grabbed my suit. I slid the top over my head as Dick knocked at the door. "I'm not here."
"Be careful and don't leave, I am coming with you." He walked off and I hurried and slid on my gloves and my belt. I grabbed my keys and helmet and sighed started up my engine. I saw the white rose shine on my desk. I had to get out there. I couldn't wait on Dick.
"Sorry Alfred, but I am leaving without Dick. Open my door." I pressed on the intercom in my helmet and crouched on my bike. The dire need of broadcasting at 3:30 am was something to worry about. Whether only I felt that way or not. The door opens and I speed out of my garage and down the drive way. I past the gates and turn left. This scene was not too far but it was in the city. It was at the building where I just was. I knew I didn't hear or see this happen but the fact I was so close tells me that the person who left that rose could have seen the killing or did the killing… I revved my engine and sped up and continued to weave through the occasional cars.
"Rose, I said to wait." Dick sounded frustrated.
"I had to get out here. You took too long."
"Ya know, a full bodied suit is more difficult to slip into." He snickered at me.
"I am almost at the point. It's near the building I go to…"
"I know. I saw." There was a long pause, "I'll be there soon."
I saw my building and skidded into the block before it and saw blue and red lights before it. About two blocks down. I placed the keys in my belt and climbed up the ladder, getting ready to reach the top of my building. I look up and see a broad shadow standing up on the ledge. The figure did not move. I gracefully climbed up and got three feet behind it when I heard a harsh voice. "You come up here often?"
"I should ask you the same thing." I squinted my eyes in my mask, clenching my fists.
The man turns around and I see nothing but a red face mask and a biker jacket and gloves. Piercing white eyes, it felt as though he was looking straight through me. He inches closer and I breathe deeply trying to find the nearest plant source. I needed to find out who he was.
"Still cautious as ever." He smirks. Then he throws a punch right and I swerve left, dodging and smiling. I aim for his legs and he jumps and flips over me. I turn in disbelief as I see a knife come from his inside pocket and I tumble forward and grab his wrist. He tries pulling it away as he grabs my other wrist. He chuckles a little at me. I grit my teeth.
I knee upward as he lets go of my wrists and pushes it back down and tries face palming me. I duck and swing my leg from the left and felt nothing as he jumps over it. He was dodging everything I threw at him. We both stopped and looked at each other. This time I felt not piercing but appreciation. He steps back and chuckles more.
"You haven't changed a bit Rose." He drops down backwards and grabs the metal of the stairs and slings himself on the roof heading south. I stood paralyzed. He knew… How could he have known who I was? I mean, yeah I am a hero but only seldom do I hear 'Rose' as my name… It has always been a nickname. From the people I loved…
Lake Hylia
Subject: Re: White, Red, and Black [Rose/Open]
Fri May 01, 2015 1:59 am
The Dusk let out a fierce panther roar as his elbow came spinning directly into the forehead of the thug in the ghost face mask. The white plastic cracked as the boy yelped, falling into the hallway of the derelict building. The Kruger and Jason masked men joint tackled the dark avenger into the wall. The exposed wooden boards cracked under the pressure. The Dusk let out a groan of pain, feeling the impact in his gut. The shadow wrapped his arms around their necks into headlocks. He leapt up onto the wall. The spiked planted feet of the beast propelled him forward into a front flip. The two men were flung into the opposing wall, the Kruger smashing through a rotted section of the wall into another room. The Jason slapped against the wall with a grunt, but had already planted his hand in an effort to get up. A shroud of blackness fell upon him with a monstrous roar. A swift heel carved across the thug's chin, causing his head to dent the wall. His head fell into a deep slumber.
There must have been men in the other room. At least four other masks began pouring out of the room from where the Kruger slammed through. The first to come through was a Jigsaw whom drew a shotgun at the glowing white eyes of the monster. The Dusk dove to the ceiling as a blinding shell illuminated the dark hallway. The shadow detached inches from the costumed man. Through the mask he could see his fear as he removed the shotgun from his hands. The next sound was the splintering of wood across his forehead. The Dusk used the barrel of the shotgun, the only part left, to charge the Pinhead behind him. The Pinhead tried to throw a punch, but the beast blocked it with his left forearm. Cold steel shattered the man's zygomatic in his face. Blood sprays out from his mouth as he falls to the floor.
The next man was a problem. The man was wearing Michael Myers mask as he tackled the Dusk like a thrown spear. He impaled into his gun, sending them crashing to the floor back in the hallway. The man must've had some knowledge as to how to fight. He planted his knees heavily on Dusk's shoulders. The three hundred pound frame of the Myers began to slam down on Dusk's face with unforgiving fists. The metal barrel of the shotgun rolled out of Dusk's hand as the impacts became harder and harder. The Dusk growled as his wrists seized the heavy man's ankles. With immense strength, the Dusk pulled the man's ankles toward him with a quick jolt. There was a sickening pop of the man's knees as legs suddenly arched into two ninety degree angles. A shrill scream echoed through the dirty hallway. The beast tossed the man away from him.
The Kruger had not been put away. He came zooming into the room when Dusk hadn't even reached his feet yet. The burnt masked man threw a wild punch into the cheek of a kneeling Dusk. His head snapped back, almost sending him reeling. The man attempted to throw a kick into the face of the dark avenger. Instead, the Dusk seized the leg under his arm and twisted it with a violent jolt. It cracked under the pressure. The shadow stood to his feet tossing the villain into a spiral. The Kruger slapped the floor holding his leg in anguished terror.
The Dusk breathed heavily, panting as he drearily rose to his feet. He stumbled towards the lone door at the end of the hallway like a man who hadn't slept in years. His claws grazed across the torn drywall that had yellowed with age and lack of treatment. The boards creaked under the stress of his weary body. The blood that boiled in his veins was the only driving force keeping him on his feet. The adrenaline of the fight was bearing down on him and he was having trouble standing. He felt the rib that had been bruised by the double tackle and he couldn't help but nurse it with his free hand. His back ached as it always did, only magnified by the slam into the wall. The Dusk idly stared back at the crack in the wall that traveled all the way to the tip of his finger up the hallway.
His keen ears picked up a distinct click. The Dusk preemptively moved, saving his own life as the door suddenly swung open and a bullet grazed his arm. Blood instantly began streaming down his bicep as the Dusk dove into a side room. His forearms hit a dusty rug and he moved on all fours like a panther. The beast leapt to a torn couch left beside the doorway. He perched on the back like bird of prey. The dark avenger winced a bit as his nursing hand moved from his rib to the new wound on his shoulder.
The blast sounded like it was a revolver, the kind that his Dad used to have. His footsteps were heavy, like he too hadn't slept well. The boards whined under the stress of his steps. His breathing was raspy and broken, a smoker no doubt. The noise that caught Dusk's attention was the sound of high pitched whimpering. The noise sounded like a mix of pouting and crying all at once.
He had the little girl, no more than eleven, with him.
The Dusk closed his eyes, allowing all sound in the area to go into an eerie silence. It was the most he could muster with his current state. His powers, as limited as they were, were tied to his own fatigue and injury. Such effects like the fog and traveling between the worlds took so much out of the Dusk. After sustaining injuries fighting through the building, he was broken and tired. However, he would not rest until the girl was back in safe hands.
Using the soft cousin of the couch, the Dusk move silently towards the doorway. His cape pressed against the wall, trying to stay as much out of view as possible. Sound had been rendered useless by his abilities. All he needed to worry about now was being seen.
The thug came around the corner in a blur. The Dusk tried to reach him first, but he wasn't faster than the gun shot that blasted into the same arm. He yelped, but no sound came out. Blood splattered across the yellow torn couch. His quick reaction allowed him to shoot out a strong strand of ectoplasm before he fell to the couch. The blast hit the gun causing it to soar out of his hands and roll down the hallway. The man with the child turned to run down the hall after the gun. The Dusk pulled through the burning pain in his arm. He used his free hand to fire another strand of sticky green ectoplasm onto the ankle of the thug. The masked man slams face first into the floor, shattering his nose. The young girl hits on her hip, struggling free of the injured man and running over to the Dusk as he stood slowly. His back was hunched, his right hand nursing his bloody arm. The little girl hid beneath the enshrouded cape of the Dusk as the clown masked perpetrator ascended to his feet. The shot to Dusk's arm had caused him to lose control over his silence and sound re-entered the room.
He suddenly hears the clown man chuckle.
"What are ya' gonna do with you like that?"
he scoffs, approaching the girl as if to take her like a toy without resistance.
The Dusk grabs the back of the man's head with his nursing hand and slams his horned head into the clown mask. The effort causes both men to fall. The Dusk stumbles onto his knee. The girl screams in fear. The man doesn't yet fall. He only stumbles a bit before coming back after Dusk. The Dusk persevered through the searing in his bicep. The beast leaps into the air, hooking his legs around the man's neck and hurling him head first into the floor. The boards snap and crack as his clown mask breaks with the force. With his keen ears, Dusk hears the man descend into unconsciousness with a dull grunt.
The Dusk pants heavily, wincing at his arm before slumping against the couch.
The young girl instantly rushes over to him.
"Hey hey, y-you're bleeding!"
The Dusk only chuckles, his mind thinking the girl captain obvious. He ignores the concern, only using his nursing hand to grab the couch and hoist himself back up to his feet. His claw doesn't leave the couch, using it as support as his gnarled cape folds over him.
"Wh…where did they take you from..? I'll.. I'll take you home little one,"
The Dusk asks, heavy panting interrupting his sentences. He truly didn't know if it was from the fatigue or the pain at this point. He stared at the child, awaiting her answer.
"Gotham. Ya know? The Knights?"
the girl quirks.
The Dusk shakes his head, completely forgetting that baseball was even in season. He'll have to remember that. He nods slowly, extending his claw to the girl.
"It'll be awhile… but let's go… You.. you deserve a safe ride home."
"Thank you.. I'm Dapne. Dapne Pennyworth…,"
"Let us go Dapne,"
The Dusk nods contently.
The low hum of the bike grumbled beneath the duo. The Dusk's gnarled cape bolted in the wind behind him. The night was calm. There was not a cloud in the sky. The girl was lucky that the Dusk had started so early in the night. He had set out to save the girl at about night. It would take the two of them about twelve hours to reach Gotham on the east coast. The moon was bright over the rolling hills of Ohio. There was not another light besides the headlight of the motorcycle for miles. It was so… serene the silence.
Ohio always had a fond place in his heart. Terry had relatives out here a long time ago. They were all on his mother's side. He had passed Toledo not too long ago, but his relatives were on the south side, closer to Cincinnati. He remembered that before his mother left they'd go to see them once a year before Christmas. It was a quaint little get together. Nothing beat the homemade food and games. His family used to get along so well back then…
… He wonders how it got the way it was. Graves assumed it was because of his father's involvement in the Family that turned him so sour. Then again, does anyone really actually turn sour? Or are they just showing a deeper side of themselves? Terry ponders that that for a moment. When he was a kid, his father was such a hero to him. Hell, the guy liked comic books and actually played games with him. Terry could only draw because of the time he spent reading those books with him. Nowhere near Amy's level of artistic talent, but still impressive.
After he was about nine, his mother left when Brogan started going downhill. He'd never heard from her since that night in the kitchen…
Terry shivered.
He blames it on the night chill. His eyes graze the long flowing farmlands before gazing up at the pale white moon. The young man smirks a bit, the glow reminding him of his eyes as the Dusk. His attention shifts down to the little girl, cradled within his cloak. She was fast asleep, clung to him with an endearing little snore. For a six year old, it was funny to see she still hadn't kicked the habit of sucking her thumb. The kids in class probably made fun of her for that. The thought made him laugh. Terry himself had only had Lance until about sixth grade. Even then, he only gained a few more friends. Graves had always been a drifter and it had never been by choice. He had never really known why or could place how he always ended up so far away from people and relationships. Entire groups of friends would pass him by and he had no clue as to how or why. Terry would see some as family even, but they all fell like sand through his fingers eventually. Some hurt more than others, but most had been a numb experience. He could never really get used to it, but he'd gotten pretty damn close.
It was such a strange line he walked. He was always strung up between caring too much and numbing himself to where he didn't care enough. Sometimes he did the wrong disposition at the wrong moment. Did he throw all of himself into someone? Just so they could walk away later? Or does he throw nothing into someone and they walk away sooner? It was such a bothering ideal.
Long nights like these were the ones he both loved and hated. These were the ones where he became lost in his own mind. He thought of everything and anything in extravagant detail. Anything from that one time a simple game of patty cake spilled a Dr. Pepper all over Amy to the soldier mentality Morg was always trying to impress on him. There were memories of his time in the Family, some with his actual family, etc. He remembers Lance fondly, feeling an ache to see him again. The two had grown distant with the Dusk, college, etc. It was a crying shame for the two of them, each other's only friends since childhood.
Terry laughs again.
Like that one time when they had lived in the apartment next to each other and Lance literally drilled a hole in the wall to talk to him. Terry was a kid and wasn't allowed to leave without permission and since his father was asleep, he couldn't go see Lance. Lance, however, had wanted Terry to come over around this time and was determined to see his buddy. So determined, that apparently drilling a hole in the wall just to talk to Terry was the optimal choice. It was a child's logic. Too bad the sound of the drill woke Brogan up. Man was he furious. Barged right over to the Dugan's door and beat on it for years. Little Lance didn't even answer the door.
"Like Brogan somehow didn't know he was there,"
Terry chuckled to himself silently.
When Lance's father got home, he handled it pretty well and plastered both sides of the wall. It was always a sweet reminder of just how much Lance would do for Terry. He let a bittersweet smile slip onto his lips beneath the mask.
He wondered where that love was now.
Sunlight glistening off the towering buildings of Gotham city. The Dusk had parked the bike in a secluded area outside town. He'd told Dapne as Dusk that a "mutual friend" would see to her safety and that she could trust him. That's when he remerged moments later as Terry, dressed as modestly as he usually is.
"Are you the Dusk's friend?"
she quipped.
"Yeah, afraid I am,"
Terry smirked, his face folding into a smile. He nodded affirmingly, his long hair waving about his head in a passing wind. He approached his bike, the old hike of his father's, and motioned to her.
"I'm Terry, and the Dusk told me your family lives in Gotham?"
Graves questioned as he revved up the engine and started back on the main road into Gotham. The buildings were humongous and expansive, but none of them shared the same aura than those in Detroit. Detroit was a smaller city, having a dozen of high skyscrapers with a few other buildings. Most of the "city" was simple living areas and stuffed buildings that didn't quite count as suburbs. Some of the neighborhoods were extremely bad. As in, even locking your doors may not be enough, bad. Gotham had this odd feel to it. It felt as if someone had taken that bad neighborhood back in Detroit and built it with skyscrapers instead of a row of shanty houses. Sure, the shining Wayne Tower was still glorious, but the buildings around it didn't fool Terry. He'd lived in downtown Detroit all his life. He knew the buildings had secrets. These secrets were something that couldn't hide from someone like him. He saw the subtle hints. The boarded windows here and there, the disrepair, the ominous darkness. The kind that makes you stand taller and put a hood up instead of appearing as gentlemanly as possible. The kind that makes you take a gun out with you to go anywhere.
This was a city that turned black by night.
"Well… not exactly."
Dapne finally answered
Terry's head shot around like lightning.
"Wh-what? What do you mean???"
Terry spiraled down a less busy street and drove slower. Had he actually drove twelve hours to the East Coast on the whim of a child? He groaned heavily on the inside, knowing he probably should have had better judgement with a child. Then again, to his credit, he wasn't exactly in the best state of mind at the time.
"Well… uh… Mr. Terry.. th-they..,"
she began to whimper, like something was caught in her throat. A red light stops the two and he turns around to see her eyes reddening with liquid. Terry's heart sunk, knowing that look better than any. His eyes became somber and half lidded. He sighed heavily, feeling his heart sink into his toes. The only reason Graves knew was because he too often had that face. Whenever he'd actually hear someone ask if he had someone in his life. When someone would ask if he had any plans to get married when he was older. It was someone digging into your life and finding a big gaping hole. That's what her face told him.
"It's okay Dapne… I know,"
Terry hushed her, removing a hand from the bike handle for a moment to hold her shoulder. He sighed heavily again, turning back to his Harley as the light turned green. The two drove in silence for what felt like eons. Graves idly circled the block, giving her time to simmer down before making his next move. Terry knew above all else that something this delicate needed time.
After about five circles, and a gas gauge nearing empty, he finally pops the question.
"Do you have any family left…? I mean, here… in Gotham?"
Terry speaks softly to the young girl.
The girl turns away for a moment. There were still tears in her eyes, but she did not turn away out of despair. She seemed to be pondering the question. Terry was patient, waiting at yet another red light. This time, Terry turned fully to the girl and grasped her hands.
"Do you have anyone who might take care of you?"
"Aunt Tammy always talked about a great uncle Alfred. She said he worked with the Waynes, but since he was a butler we probably wouldn't see him much,"
she finally speaks, cracked and whimpered words.
Terry sighs, knowing he and the rich never really get along well. He bites his lip a bit, knowing how sketchy it sounded bringing a girl who evidently is not very close with this relative to not even his doorstep, but to his rich billionaire master's manor. Dapne was beginning to amount to a whole heap of trouble that Terry didn't even know if it was worth it. It was a silly question, because doing this was of course worth it. It was more of understanding just how much Graves would suffer as the ordeal unfolded. From the current point of view, it would be significant. There were just so many ways the ordeal could go wrong. Obviously she was kidnapped, so he may be accused of being the kidnapper himself. Then again, this Alfred guy doesn't seem to be close to Dapne at all. So he may not even know about the kidnapping…
"I hope…,"
Terry mutters to himself.
The light turns green and Terry lets out a groaning sigh.
"Fine… we'll see if this Alfred will take care of you. God knows his billionaire master can,"
Terry delicately accepts her request.
Driving to Wayne Manor took more time than Terry anticipated. Graves had to drive slowly because he had no idea where the manor even was. He had to drive one handed while googling it on his phone. Which, since he had bought a cheap service due to his poor state, wouldn't load for the first fifteen attempts. After the frustration with his phone, he learned that Wayne Manor was way out on the other side of town. This caused a total three sixty of their current direction and traveling out of the actual city itself. Even when he was half way through the suburbs, the gps on his phone still had him going for at least another hour.
It was about midday before Terry was actually into the hills outside Gotham. The hills were definitely gorgeous around here. They were drowned in lush green grass that looked like it'd all been attended to personally. It looked like something out of an environmentalist's dream.
"Have you ever actually… ya know… met your great uncle?"
Terry pops a question in the silence of the wind.
"Uh… nooooo… my daddy said that he never even saw him. He said after fought in that war he went straight to working with the Waynes."
Terry scoffs.
"Great… just great,"
Terry grumbles under his breath as the wind whips his hair.
After what seems like eons, Terry finally stumbles across a beautiful stone driveway that spans for miles. Nothing but evergreen trees line the path. Upon turning onto it, the whole driveway turns into its own forest. It is not long before the duo cannot see anything past these evergreens. The Wayne family must really like their home secluded. This, as Terry feared, went gravely against his chances with this day ended without him being in jail or dead. Clearly they enjoyed their privacy, and here he comes, a low class pizza boy from Detroit, Michigan with a girl that they will probably suspect he kidnapped. The day just kept getting better for him it seemed.
After a few minutes, Terry finally reached an iron gate that was as tall as a one story house. With reluctance, the young man roared down the bike to silence. He sat there for a few moments, solemnly enjoying the chirping of the birds and the overgrown nature scene about him.
"Hey, you ready Dapne?"
Terry called out behind him.
"Yeah.. I guess. I'm kinda scared,"
She honestly admits, unhooking from his waist and sprawling down off the bike.
Terry sighs heavily, staring out at the enormous mansion across the interminable lawn.
"Me too kid. Me too…,"
He murmurs, slowly getting off the bike.
The awkward duo approach the gate, staring at it blankly like deer in the headlights.
"Uh… how do we…,"
Dapne begins.
"Ya know, I really have no clue."
Terry reads her thoughts, not knowing how to get in either. Graves rubs his eyes, realizing he hadn't slept. The fatigue was suddenly setting in. Terry secretly reached up under his black aviation coat to feel the wraps on his bicep. Since he hadn't slept, he still hadn't recovered any of his energy. This meant that the Dusk suit couldn't properly heal him like it usually does. He had to make do with what he had and keep going.
"What's this thingy?"
Dapne chirps, running over to some sort of black panel on the brick support of the gate.
"Uh, I don't think you should be touching that,"
Terry calmly states, nursing his shoulder secretively.
Graves instead spots someone out in the lawn. In what looked like a flower garden, was a woman with strawberry blonde hair tending to the plants. He squinted hard to make sure he wasn't hallucinating from his lack of sleep. Upon confirming his actual sighting, he turned to Dapne with a smile.
"See, we don't need to mess with whatever expensive thing that is. There's someone over there!"
Terry finds himself chirping like a child.
"Hey! 'Scuse me, Miss?!"
Terry shouts, cupping his "X" gloved hands around his mouth to propel his voice. The two stand in a tense silence at the gate to Wayne Manor. Dapne stays close to Terry, awaiting the response of the woman.
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Rosie heard a below from the gates. "Hey! 'Scuse me, Miss!" She turned and found a young man with long hair and a cargo jacket on with a little blonde girl hiding behind him. She stopped water her flowers and placed the watering can down.
Alfred should have opened the gates.
She walks over to the gate and smiles warmly to the strangers. The young man smiles back at her and holds the little girl's shoulders. "Hello. I am Terry and this is Daphne. She says her uncle lives her." Rosie opens the gate manually and kneels down to the little girl. She smiles warmly and looks up at Terry.
"What is his name?" Rosie smiled and tried hiding how puzzled she was because she knew that Bruce did not have a blood brother and Dick didn't have any children. Even if he did this girl couldn't be his, she was about five or six. Dick was 19 and that would have made him a father at 13. Rosie shook her head and the thought of Dick cheating on her. She did not want to grow angry.
"His name is Alfred. My daddy's name is Wilfred. I am sure Uncle Alfred will know me by my father's name." Daphne looked down at her shoes. She looked tired and worn out. Rosie placed a hand on her shoulder, warmly and let out a little chuckle.
"Well, we will have to go see now won't we Daphne." Rosie puts her hands under Daphne's arms and hoists her up. Daphne smiles and look at Rosie. Terry looks in disbelief, it's like this young woman had her own way with kids and she definitely did not have the physique to carry one. But he was proven wrong when Rosie shifts Daphne to her left.
"Terry, I am Rosie Goldman. I live here." She holds out her right hand and Terry shakes it smiling a little.
"Nice to meet you." He sighs and looks at Daphne. "I must be going now?"
"Mr. Terry, don't go yet." Daphne reaches her little hand out as he tries turning away. "I want you to meet my uncle."
Terry sighs and runs his fingers through his hair and looks at the two girls in front of him. He couldn't say no to the five year old. He smiles and chuckles. Walking forward without a word. Rosie shuts the gate behind them and walks up to the door with Daphne at her hip. "So Daphne, are you hungry?"
Daphne smiles and nuzzles into the strawberry blonde mess of curls. Rosie smiles and walks cautiously up to the doors that seemed to be opening. Terry walked behind them as far back as he could. He felt extremely uncomfortable coming up to a stranger but he was lucky Rosie was this sweet and kind.
There was an older gentleman at the door. He looked in shock and awe at the child. Like he has somehow seen her before but not remembering when and where. She knew the face but not the name. It made him wonder what she was doing here and why Rosie had her carried on her hip. He did not know the young man behind them.
"Alfred, this is Daphne and Terry. Daphne says she is your relative, her father's name is William Pennyworth?" Rosie continued to look at the older gentleman with hope. Terry looked at Rosie's face and tried to comprehend why she cared so much for a child she just met. She was too young to be a mother. Maybe not… Her looks were deceiving as it is…
"Ah, that's my brother. This is his daughter, I knew her face from somewhere." He smiles warmly, "I know what happened Daphne and I am sorry… You are welcome here as long as Ms. Goldman can take care of you. You see, I take care of everyone here and Ms. Goldman is outstanding. She looked after a young boy here a few years ago."
There was a brief silence and Alfred stepped aside and welcomed them into Wayne Manor. Terry entered cautiously as Rosie went into the kitchen with Daphne. The little girl awed in amazement of the mansion. The little one held onto Rosie as she giggled.
"What would you like to eat Daphne?" She sets her down on a stool and smiles at the girl.
"A sandwich would be tasty!" She smiles and looks at her feet. Then there was a tall build young man in the door way and Daphne froze. Rosie just laughed and said, "Honey do not scare our new guest. This is Alfred's niece and she will be staying here for a while and I will take care of her. Daphne, this is my boyfriend, Dick." Rosie ruffles around and scraps up a peanut butter and jam sandwich for the girl. Placing the plate in front of her and giving her a water.
"Hello." He smiles a little and walks over to Rosie.
"Hello. It's nice to meet you Dick," She stuffs her face and continues to munch on the freshly made sandwich.
"Rose," Dick grabs her arm gently, "Does Bruce know?" He looked at her concerned. He did not want him to grow angry or even worse, furious with them.
"Honey, it will be fine." Rosie looks at the girl and smiles. It reminded her of taking care of Jason and it made her heart and eyes swell. She shakes her head and Dick looks at her, he knew what she felt. He too lost someone but for her, it was her losing her child that made it the worst experience to go through… It has not been long. Maybe a couple months or so. Regardless, Rosie continued on with her days as a hero and still felt the heaviness of Jason's death and the new mystery of who this murderer was going around Gotham killing people in drug lines.
"Ms. Goldman, Master Richard." Alfred peered his head into the kitchen door way. "Mr. Terry Groves must be on his way."
"I will tell him thank you." Rosie looks back at Daphne, "I will be right back dear."
Rosie walks towards Terry and smiles, holding out her hand. He shakes it firmly as she feels muscles tense and Dick's protective aurora fills the room. Terry just chuckles, "Stay in touch friend. I live in Detroit and I expect a post card now and then."
"Likewise Terry. Thank you for bringing Daphne here. I promise to take care of her."
"Thank you. Good evening to you all." Terry lets go of Rosie's hand and does a little wave on his way out. There was something about him, something special that made Rosie hope she will see him again but hopefully as the Terry she felt present with her. The intercom buzzed. "Rosie, Dick I need to see you. Now." Bruce firmly echoed over the intercom system by the door. It was coming from the bat cave.
Rosie and Dick traveled to the hidden doors in the study. Rosie rushes in first and very prepared to feel the wrath of bringing in a stranger into their home. Someone who could possibly foil everything but no. There was familiar pictures of a red mask and a dark silhouette of a man, the man Rosie saw a few nights before. Each shot was taken at different times throughout Gotham and Bruce sat at his computer, in his Batman costume, and waited for Rosie and Dick. Rosie knew the little girl upstairs was at the least of Batman's worries and sighed as he turned and looked at the two.
"Tonight I need patrols on the streets. I want you to keep a look out for this man, Red Hood, I want him captured alive. I will stay here. Rosie and Dick, go out tonight and in different spots. You will join up with a new hero of ours, her name is Jaybird and she will be helpful to you both. I believe you have already met her Rosie?"
Rosie smiled, she did know Jaybird. It was her best friend from class. College didn't come easy enough and making friends was never Rosie's expertise. But her and Jaelynn grew close and became friends. Rosie knew she would see her as a hero because she constantly was talking about being up late and being all broken inside and bruised. It was true, the petite Korean girl was smart, cunning, brave, and most importantly sassy. "Yes sir."
"She will stay with you then, until tonight. Take care of that child and head out when she is asleep. Alfred can handle it from there."
So it began, tracking down Red Hood. No one knew who he was, where he came from, or what his purpose was in Gotham. At this point Rosie knew something special was going on and she knew she would find out what.
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