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The Ripple Effect
Chapter 8
Jean's eyes fluttered open to the relaxed feeling of finally having a good night's sleep after a long stint of being unable to sleep well, if at all. Some light was filtering in from the drawn curtains that hung over her windows, but even that muted light was enough to make her eyes hurt. Squinting through her lashes, Jean laid quietly for a few moments, her green eyes roving over what she could see of her room. Things looked…different somehow. As if things were all shades of gray before and now a little bit of faded color had leeched back into everything. There was this persistent, small little feeling deep down in her gut, barely even noticeable, but if she focused on it, it was like something was telling her that everything would eventually be okay.
It's going to be okay Jean…It's not your fault…I hate seeing you like this…please, stop killing your self like this…I love you Jean…
Whoa… the memory of a dream where Scott had been whispering those things to her and kissing her all over like his lips would heal the cracks in her soul came back strong. Very strong. Strong enough to make her doubt if it really was a dream.
It was a dream...right?
Suddenly she became aware of how her mattress was dipping down a bit behind her back. Almost as if someone was lying in her bed with her. Slowly, Jean turned her head and then her upper body around to see the sleeping profile of Scott. Scott Summers was sleeping on his back in her bed, shirtless at the very least with an arm draped over his eyes and his hair sticking out in odd directions. Had she not been so terrified at the realization that her dream was not a dream, she might have thought that he looked pretty handsome laying like that in the filtered light. Instead, as soon as she realized what, or rather who, was behind her, Jean quickly turned her back on him again.
Oh, great job Jean! Really, that's just awesome. He's the only person who'll still talk to you and what do you do! Fucking seduce him! And after having a freakin' pregnancy scare with Duncan! Aloud, Jean sighed to herself. ...Oh god, I hate myself.
She had to get out of here. She needed space and air and room to think; space, air and a room that did not have Scott in it. Quietly as she could, the redhead sat up in bed with her feet dangling over the edge of the bed. She waited a few seconds, her butt on the edge of her bed, and listened for any signs that she might have woken Scott up. Upon hearing no change in breathing or any other signs that would tell her he might possibly be awake, Jean began to ever so slowly ease herself off of the bed.
The bed creaked and a hand closed around her wrist.
Whirling around, Jean saw Scott, eyes closed and shirtless, leaning over on one arm to allow him the extra reach needed to keep Jean from leaving.
"Don't," was all he said.
"Don't what?"
"Don't leave, don't runaway."
Jean's shoulders dropped, "Scott, I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry but—"
"If the next word out of your mouth is 'mistake' I will run out of this room, screaming…and naked."
"This is not the time to be making jokes, Scott. God, I just…"she turned away, Scott letting her wrist go and Jean fisted her hands in her hair. "Oh God, I just went and screwed everything up, royally, not only for myself but I managed to drag you into it this time too!"
After a brief pause Scott said, "well, you didn't exactly have to hit me over the head and handcuff my arms and legs to the bed." Scott laid back down on the bed and folded his arms behind his head. Though, if she wanted to do that, it would be fine by me.
A resentful 'I heard that' resonated through his head in response.
Scott had the good grace to look sheepish. "Sorry, but, I mean, look at you."
"Stop it, Scott, this is serious," Jean admonished him, plunking herself down at the foot of her bed, putting her head in her hands. "God, Taryn was right. I really am some kind of man-eating bitch she-devil monster."
There was the sounds of sheets being whipped back from the bed and a brief moment later Scott was seated next to her, boxers and glasses firmly in place. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her so she could look him in the eyes.
"I never want to hear words like that coming out of your mouth ever again, do you hear me? Never." Jean had the chance to blink and swallow before Scott continued on in a gentler tone of voice. "You were hurting, Jean. A lot. And I think it's a safe bet to say that you still are. Did last night happen under the best of circumstances? No, far from it. But…but I would rather have had last night happen than for you to be in here passed out and alone."
Jean was quiet for a few moments both taken aback at the altruism of Scott's statement and also letting it wash over her and sink in. "Why," she finally asked.
"Why what?"
"Why do you do this? Why are you always there for me, even after all the times I ignored you for Duncan or my soccer friends or other stupid things? Why are you so, so, so…fine about this? Why didn't you get out of here and go back to your own room as soon as you woke up? Why are you here trying to make me feel better even though I ...used you?"
"Because I love you Jean."
Jean rolled her eyes, but Scott didn't take offense at the motion, knowing that it was made more out of frustration from not being able to understand him than anything else.
"Scott," she said seriously, taking his hands into her lap and holding them there. "We've been friends since we were what? 10? 12? years old? Of course you love me, just like I love you and the Professor and Storm and everyone else here."
"No, you're not getting it," Scott took his hands from Jean's and held her hands in his. "It's more than that. I love all of you. I love your mind, who you are as a person, your body, the way you walk into a room and light it up. Everything about you." He paused, knowing that he was really throwing himself out there this time. This was different than all the other times he had made his feelings for her known. He was laying it all on the line; if she still rejected him after this then he was going to have to deal with the fact that it just wasn't meant to be between them.
"When I wake up, you're on my mind. When I go to sleep, you're still there. When something interesting or exciting or cool happens, you're the first person I want to tell. Even if it's just some stupid commercial jingle that I think would make you laugh. I'm still here not only because of our friendship but because it hurts me to see you hurting like this and I would do anything to make it go away. Even if it meant bringing Duncan back and watching you be happy with him instead of me, I would do it. That's how I love you."
There was a long, still moment of silence between them before Jean spoke.
"I…I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything because nothing you say is going to change any of that. Believe me, I've tried."
Jean blinked rapidly a few times and covered her hand with her mouth to muffle the sob that escaped. Tears overflowed and Jean shrunk in on herself causing Scott to draw her close and put his arms around her.
"What is it? What's wrong now?"
"Scott, I can't," she sobbed. "I can't do this right now. It's-It's too much—it's too soon! Duncan just—and now you—"
Realization dawned upon Scott's face, "Oh no. No, no, no," he soothed her, "I'm not asking for anything from you; I would never…"
But what if I want to? Oh dear God what is wrong with me?
Scott didn't think he was supposed to hear that, but he wasn't sure. She was dealing with a lot of stress right now and it could have caused her control to falter for a second. The more baser parts of him, the parts that nature and evolution hadn't updated in about a million or so years, were delighted that Jean had just thought that of him, regardless of whether she meant for him to hear it or not. However, the Scott Summers of the here and now was stronger than the left over bits of caveman and was thusly able to act like he hadn't heard a thing. He may have been able to be swayed of his convictions last night (Jean was a rather good temptress after all) but not on this. Not when she was completely torn over every feeling that entered her heart. If she did decide later that she did want something from him, he would let her come to him. He was used to it by now he supposed, for it was what he had always done when it came to Jean Grey.
So it shouldn't be hard, right?
It would only seem logical that after that night of attempted date-rape and the near death of her best friend, things would get better for Rogue or that she would take it easy for a while.
Not even close.
Instead she sought after oblivion harder than ever before. Paranoia kept her from going to the hospital Risty was at, so the Mississippi native really had no idea if her friend had lived, died or got shipped back home to England. It was just one more thing piled upon a whole host of others that drove Rogue to new levels of self-destructive behavior.
For Rogue though, it wasn't something as academic as slapping on a label of 'self-destructive behavior'. She just needed to make the pain go away. Being sober just genuinely sucked. Who would willingly want to feel like their head was exploding, their nerves set on fire, their muscles turned to molasses, and blinded by any amount of light upon waking up? And then add throwing up, (or, worse that that—dry heaving), for an hour, on top of all of that? Not to mention that all the things she was trying to stave off came back. Her damned curse of a power, the mess she left back at the Institute, Kitty, Kurt, Risty…
He was the big prize; the giant stuffed animal won at the carnival of fuck-ups. Whenever he started haunting her thoughts, wondering if he had ever woken up, if he had died, if he hated her for leaving, the terrible things she imagined he would say to her….that was the hardest thing to kill. Ecstasy, Ketamine, Wet Sticks, Cocaine, Liquor, Acid, Pot, Beer, Shrooms, Salvia….anything really and the more of it taken, the better. She would just keep taking and ingesting and inhaling and smoking until reality became a pleasant hum of nothingness so loud that she couldn't even hear herself think, couldn't even feel herself feel. A complete and total disconnection from herself and reality. Utter nothingness was what she chased after and it was what she got a lot of the time.
Except for the times she would be stuck in a corner, eyes wide with abject horror and tears streaming down her face. Screams would tear her throat raw because spiders or demons or aliens or death were crawling on the floor, the ceiling, the walls. All of them coming for her, crawling on her, wanting to suck her brains out through her eyes or something equally terrifying.
All of this at least make waking up an adventure. It was a surprise to see if she was inside or outside, on a bed, couch or mysteriously stained floor, with people or completely alone.
Right now Rogue was standing in front of an unfamiliar pizza shop, just having found her way outside from the cheap apartment that was above it. She looked around, squinting in the bright sun, and saw a couple blocks over the looming monolith that was an old high-rise public housing building. Or at least, it had been public housing in the past. Now it was just a mostly empty, ridiculously cheap apartment building that attracted nothing but gangs and drugs. Looking up at it made her head swim and spin and her vision go cross-eyed.
Rogue managed to stumble over to the curb before throwing up. Looked like there was something left in her stomach after all.
She had been to that old high rise once or twice before and even she thought it was a bad place to get a score. It was the headquarters for one of the local gangs so most of it's few residents were armed and incredibly possessive of their territory. They also had no qualms about shooting or maiming someone just because....well, just because really.
Then again, if she didn't get something, an aspirin—anything—soon, she was seriously going to die of this headache that was jack hammering it's way through her brain.
Rogue staggered out of the elevator and straight into the wall directly across from it, hunched over and coughing while trying to suck in great lungfuls of air. The air here was so much better than in the elevator, where she had just spent an agonizing ten minutes trapped with the stench of what was probably human shit, piss and vomit. Not to mention the graffiti that was every slur under the sun, torn ancient upholstery and blood spatter. Compared to that hell hole, the mingling scents of old beer, old weed and piss was like heaven.
She had to admit though, she was a little bit proud of herself. At least she hadn't thrown up again. Just dry heaves.
Once she was able to stop coughing from the horrendous elevator, Rogue righted herself with a grunt and started down the dusty, decrepit hallway. The place might not have been so bad if there if it wasn't for the spray paint, trash and smell. She stopped in front of a door that was marked with a giant marijuana leaf spray painted on it in black. She knocked on the door.
God, Ah hope there isn't some kind of secret knock. Ah'd like not ta get shot at this week.
After not hearing anything come from the other side of the door for a few moments, Rogue said, "Look, Ah just need a hook up. Some four doors? Maybe a Valium? Ah really need it."
"Fuuuuuck," Rogue groaned to herself, letting her head fall forward to thunk on the door. She was going to die from this hangover. Slowly she pushed herself away from the door and turned to leave, definitely intending on taking the stairs down.
"Yo, I got what you need."
Rogue turned to see that the door had opened a crack and she could see a sliver of the man inside. He had the stereotypical gangster look going on with a wifebeater and baggy jeans on. While she had been looking him up and down, he did the same to her. Apparently he liked what he saw because he opened the door wider.
"C'mon in."
She followed him inside to see a rather spartan looking room with a mattress in the far right corner and a table to the left. On the table was a host of all different kinds of drugs. Bags of weed, uppers, downers, Ecstasy, ketamine...
...and a massive pile of cocaine.
It had to be at least a whole fucking kilo. That big beautiful pile of white powder was just sitting there, waiting to be divided up and sold on to the streets. All thoughts of headaches and hangovers left Rogue's mind at the sight of it. God, how she wanted to just bury her nose it in and snort it until she couldn't even fucking move.
"What'cha need?"
"Some of the coke", she immediately replied, never taking her eyes off of the cone-shaped pile of white powder sitting on the table.
"How much?"
All of it. "Dime bag?" Rogue patted herself down, not hearing the distinctive crinkle of money stashed somewhere on her person. Shit. Slowly, she looked back up at the dealer.
Ten minutes later, Rogue buried her nose into that pile of cocaine, pulled it into her for all she was worth while the dealer roughly pulled her pants down and thrust into her.
Intensive Care Room 16 was a quiet room. No one ever came by to visit, except for maybe a nurse on her rounds or a doctor with a group of green medical students. Those weren't really visitors though. More like curious minds passing through to gawk under the guise of professional medicine.
Well, there had been that one visitor.
A girl, no older than 17 with a white streak in her hair and looking like she had just seen her own personal hell open up in front of her. She visited the patient in room 16 not long after he had gotten back from emergency surgery. If the now-dead rumors had been correct, a woman from that school for the gifted had come and taken the young lady not long after that.
No one had come to seen him since.
Dr. Cecilia Reyes knew that she shouldn't personally care about this patient more than any other patient in her care. It was just that he was so young with apparently no one in the world to watch over him or even care whether he lived or died or was confined to this room for the rest of his life.
So it started with her eating lunch with him about once a week or so. She would come into the room, turn on the TV if it wasn't already on, and eat her lunch in one of the visitor's chairs. At first she would never speak just in case he was able to hear her. Because really, who would want to involuntarily listen to a complete stranger babble on about their life?
As the patient in room 16 passed into a presumed vegetative state, however, Cecelia began reading to him. She wasn't quite sure what drove her to do it, maybe it was a vain hope to keep what brain functions were left in tact or maybe it was just pity. She started out small; magazines from the hospital's pharmacy or one of those ridiculous religious pamphlets that promised eternal peace on a commune in rural Alabama. It occurred to her after a short while though that as a man of 19 years, he might not care about how some housewife in Minnesota lost 116 lbs in a year or which celebrity had only done 36 hours in jail for nearly killing a person while driving intoxicated for the third time. So she started bringing in novels.
Today they were starting Timequake by Kurt Vonnegut.
Cecelia read, and, as usual, Remy (she learned his name from his chart) was completely unresponsive. She made it about half way through the chapter before her beeper interrupted them, notifying her of the 6 car pile-up from the highway that was headed right for Bayville General's Emergency Room.
…It started with a fluttering in front of his eyes, almost like black and white was flashing repetitively and very quickly in front of his eyes. Remy spent a few moments trying to figure this strange phenomenon out before realized that he was actually seeing for what felt like the first time in a long time. Then he realized that he was realizing and that he was conscious and his eyes opened upon a drab looking room and light that seemed to be coming from some where right over his head. Blinking slowly a few times his eyes roamed around as much as they could. …This wasn't the party…or the park….
Mère sainte de Dieu! He had been shot!
Remy's hands immediately flew to his chest, but his chest told him that nothing had landed there. All he was doing was flexing his fingers and hands in a weirdly lame manner.
What the fuck was going on? Where was he? Why couldn't he move? Why did his eyes hurt?
…What the fuck was in his throat?
Immediately Remy began making a wet choking noise, his body re-taking the natural function of breathing and as such, trying to fight the machine that had been inflating his lungs for him for about the past month and a half. He panicked and as a result, his heart rate shot up enough to set off some kind of alarm. Dieu, this was it, he was going to die. He was going to die because of whatever was in his throat. He was so going to haunt whoever's dumb ass put that in there. Seconds later two nurses and a doctor came in, the doctor grabbing his chart and the nurses fussing about with the machines around him. One of their faces loomed over him, a pretty lady with curly brown hair and brown eyes.
"Remy, can you hear me?" she asked in an overly-loud voice.
Remy nodded, wishing he could do so more vigorously and that he could just move his hands to yank out whatever was in his throat that was choking him.
"On the count of three, Remy, I want you to blow as hard as you can, okay? Like you're blowing out a birthday cake that's really far away."
She counted and on three, Remy did as the nurse told him and the most disconcerting and disgusting feeling of something moving up from about his breastbone up into his throat and finally out of his mouth overtook him. He took a raspy, gasping breath before dissolving into a fit of hacking wet coughs that made him realize just how much his throat hurt.
A few moments later they subsided and Remy relaxed into the bed, trying to catch his breath.
"Better?" the nurse asked.
Remy swallowed and was barely able to rasp out a 'merci' at an audible level.
"I'll get you some water to help make the raspiness go away."
Still trying to catch his breath, Remy looked around the room. Hospital. He was in a hospital. But something...something was off...
"Do you know your name?"
Remy's attention focused on the doctor standing at the end of his bed, looking over his chart with great interest. He was balding with thick rimmed glasses and a white lab coat on.
"Remy LeBeau," he replied.
"When is your birthday?"
"August 15th."
"How old are you?"
"Amazing..." the doctor mumbled to himself, his pen making scratching noises on the clipboard as he quickly wrote down some notes. "Tell me, how much do you remember of what happened?"
Remy thought for a few moments. "I was at a party....then I was runnin' from the police with Logan...then we was in the park, surrounded..." He couldn't go on as the memory caused a lump to form in his throat. The feeling of the life in his body and bones being slowly replaced by death was an incredibly eerie and dreadful feeling. Rogue's tearful face swam in front of his minds eye and he felt his chest constrict. He would have nightmares about those two things for weeks. He needed to find Rogue, to tell her that he was OK, that he wasn't dead like she thought.
Remy shook himself away from his thoughts. The shock of waking up and the memories of how he wound up here were too much and it was causing his eyes to start to water. He returned his gaze to the doctor at the foot of his bed. He didn't like the look the doctor had about him. He wasn't all that thrilled about being in a hospital, and having a doctor standing at the end of his bed, scribbling furiously with an excited glint in his eye only enhanced his non-thrilledness. Soon as he was able to move properly, he was so out of here.
A/N: Well, it's certainly been awhile, hasn't it? I can say though that in my time away, I've managed to get myself a college degree. And rejected from graduate school. And survived the almost-collapse of the world economy. So perhaps you'll keep these in mind before you start throwing rocks and rotten tomatoes at me for taking so long to update? Please?
I do have to strongly suggest, though, putting this on your Story Alert (or even placing me on your Author Alert list) as the process to re-apply to graduate school begins soon. Like, end of this week soon. Wouldn't want you to lose your place in the story after all.


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With partners Alijan Ibragimov and Alexander Mashkevitch built up an industrial empire in the most unlikely of places, Kazakhstan. Their $5 billion (estimated sales) Eurasia Group includes a number of enterprises like Kazakhstan Mineral Resources Corporation and Kazchrome; also a construction company and bank. Group has recently benefitted from booming Kazakh economy, rising commodity prices and soaring exports to China. A native of Uzbekistan, Chodiev is now a citizen of Kazakhstan and Belgium.
Форбс ошибся или Машкевич и Чодиев нарушают законодательство Казахстана, не допускающее двойное гражданство?
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Miniature Baked Brie
I've started writing this post so many times now, always deleting it and re-writing, trying to get that perfect intro. Nothin' coming.
I mean, what can I say to do this justice… "YUM."? It's brie! Wrapped in pastry! I mean, what else is there to say?
Regardless, I'll say this: This is one of the easiest, delciousiest, wonderfuliest recipes ever. In fact, it might be *the* easiest thing to make. I made these recently for my sister's bridal shower. They turned out fabulously, and we didn't have any leftovers.
Here's how it's done!
Mini Baked Brie
Brie cheese
Pre-made puff pastry
Yup. That's all. I don't have quantities, 'cause really all you need to do is buy as much as you want to make. 1 sheet of puff pastry makes 9 brie minis.
To start out, thaw your pastry. Next, cut it into 9 segments.
Now bring on the brie! You can leave the rind on the cheese if you like, or take it off if you don't like. I personally prefer no rind on the cheese, so I used the sharp edge of a knife to roughly scrape it off, like so.
Next, cut the cheese into little cubes, just big enough to fit into the center of the pastry squares.
Using the tips of your fingers, brush a little water around the edges of the squares.
Tip: Go sparing on the water. Just use enough to make the edges a bit sticky; I used a little too much for this tutorial, so the pastry didn't stick that well, and the pockets burst open a little bit.
Bring the corners into the center and pinch together, like a {crab} rangoon.
Place the little pouches into ungreased muffin tins.
Tip: Try using a silicone pan if you've got one; WAAAAY easier to clean! You can also bake these on a cookie sheet, but if they burst open, they'll make a mess… So I recommend the silicone muffin tin, or silicone muffin liners, as the best option.
Bake at 375 degrees F for 20-25 minutes or until golden brown. Cool for a couple of minutes, remove from pans, and serve warm.
You can also add a dab of your favorite jam to the center of these minis with the cheese, if you like the fruity flavor. My personal favorite way to eat them is plain, warm, with fresh fruit on the side.


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Away from work (when it happens), it has been said that my hobby is hobbies! I'm an active restorer of rusty old cars, amateur clay pigeon shooter and ham fisted guitarist amongst many other things. As a father of two young children, my guilty passion is that I'm never more content than when we can hitch up the caravan for a crafty long weekend away as a family.
After 36 years of working as an estate agent, I must now be considered the "father of the office". Over these years I have worked mainly with rural and country properties, as well as land. I have always owned old houses and am naturally drawn to them, particularly old cottages and farmhouses and at present live in a barn conversion. A country boy at heart!
When offered the chance to 'turn off' for a while, you'll usually find me perfecting my swing on the local golf courses or enthusiastically shouting encouragement at an Exeter Chiefs rugby match. If not there, my wife and I try to indulge our shared passion of traveling off of the beaten track as often as possible.


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Almost the entire starting lineup for the Ohio State football team will be different from the 2015 campaign, and the success for the Buckeyes this year hinges on the quick development of the young athletes. OSU coach Urban Meyer described the development as a type of threshold the Buckeyes need to cross, and he called it "The Edge."
"The whole mantra for our team this summer … the whole thing is going to be 'The Edge.' And 'The Edge' is where the average stops and elite begins," Meyer said. "The great players we've been around and individuals, that's when those (guys) become their best."
The athleticism and physical capabilities of the players will not be the main concern according to Meyer, but rather the toughness and unity of the team.
The difference between the Scarlet and Gray for the upcoming year as opposed to the 2015 squad is the youth of the members. Many of the starters from the national championship team returned for the next season, giving the team a veteran presence. This year, that presence is not there.
The entire idea behind 'The Edge' is credited to Tim Kight, Meyer's appointed leadership consultant for his team. Kight has spent the last few years giving emotional training to the Buckeyes in a position that truly is unique.
Meyer said that this year, he, Kight and strength coach Mickey Marotti met more times than ever before in preparation for the season.
'The Edge' has an impact on more than just the coaching staff for OSU. Key players like redshirt junior quarterback J.T. Barrett know that the idea behind the motto is important to their on-field development.
"For me, and I think for a lot of other teammates, it's something that really hits home being that everybody can be pushed to a certain point," Barrett said. "But whatever point that may be—and it's different for each individual—whatever that point may be, you have to find a way to get through that, and you can't get through it by yourself."
While the threshold will be crossed by members of both the offense and defense, the first day did not have any standout performances by any particular players, according to both Meyer and Barrett.
The new outlook for the team does not scare Barrett, as he is confident in how the young players will respond to being placed into key moments of key games for 2016.
"We still have the same approach, the same feel. Everybody was juiced up to go out there," Barrett said. "It's just different faces, different numbers. I think it would've been different if we didn't go over some of the basic stuff last year because we were older but that's not how we work."


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|In the Eastern Alps (Austria) several marine successions, which were deposited ranging from shallow shelf to bathyal slope and abyssal basin, provide detailed records across the Paleocene/Eocene-boundary. These records indicate a two-step event starting with a prominent sea-level fall and followed by climatic changes. At the northern and southern shelves that fringed the Penninic Basin, the shallow-water sedimentary records are incomplete across the Paleocene/Eocene transition. Erosional surfaces indicate a major sea-level drop, which was terminated by an early Eocene (Ypresian) transgression within calcareous nannoplankton Zone NP12. As a proxy for the onset of this sea-level fall a strong increase in the terrestrially-derived input into the Penninic Basin can be used. The abyssal Anthering section from the northern part of the basin comprises a complete succession from NP9 to the upper part of NP10 (upper Thanetian-lower Ypresian). The thickest turbidite beds of this 250 m thick succession appear just before the carbon isotope event in the upper part of zone NP9, which is used to recognize the Paleocene/Eocene-boundary. A major lithological change from a sandstone-dominated facies to a claystone-dominated facies occurs at the onset of the carbon isotope event. This might be the result of a climatic change, resulting in increased intra-annual humidity gradients and increased physical erosion of the hinterland. Consequently, mainly fine-grained suspended material would have come into the basin and caused an increase in hemipelagic sedimentation rates by about a factor of 6. A similar value has been calculated for the bathyal Untersberg section, which was deposited on the southern slope of the basin, where an increased input of siliciclastic material is associated with a carbonate dissolution event during the carbon isotope event. At the southern shelf, a stratigraphic gap within the Gosau Group in the Krappfeld area (Carinthia) comprises the Maastrichtian and Paleocene. After a sea-level rise nummulitic marlstone and limestone were deposited in the lower part of zone NP12. Since the northern and southern shelves of the Penninic Basin belonged to different tectonic domains, with different potentials of crustal subsidence, the temporal similarity of sea-level changes on both shelves in the latest Paleocene and earliest Eocene suggests that these sea level fluctuations were mainly eustatic in origin.
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Picture: Alan Jackson CMA Music Festival Nightly Concerts held at the LP Field - Day 4 Nashville, Tennessee - 10.06.12
Country star Alan Jackson has postponed two concerts in order to attend George Jones' funeral in Nashville, Tennessee.
The 81-year-old music icon passed away in hospital on Friday (26Apr13), and friends and fans of the star have been invited to pay their respects at a service at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville on Thursday (02May13). A private memorial for his loved ones and fellow performers will take place on Wednesday evening (01May13).
Jackson is among the stars set to attend the memorial and the funeral, but he has had to reschedule two shows, on Wednesday and Thursday, to pay his respects to his former collaborator.
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I have a Question for you all, What do you want to see in the future updates? and What can I do better? I really want some constructive criticism.
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A Modern day city journal with big cities and rural areas.
I have a Question for you all, What do you want to see in the future updates? and What can I do better? I really want some constructive criticism.
Residential Population: 87,100
Middle Class: Approx. 41,025
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 16,072
Commercial Population: 59,340
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 5
The Regions Police Headquarters is located here.
Healthcare: 3
There is a hospital downtown and a Health Club in the Yates Suburban Community, however parts of the outskirts of town are not cared for, oddly they die nearly 15 years before citizens the same age on the west side do.
Traffic : 4
Traffic here has never been a problem due to the heavy train involvement, however with the inclusion of the interstate, part of the rail line has been demolished. That rail line has brought more cars to the roads where the train once was. The Train now only covers the South East Section of Newmin and the Yates Suburb. However Traffic is getting worse with the destruction of the north/west side rail line.
Pollution: 5
There is only about 2000 industry jobs available here, outside of town. No one can smell it or see it.
Education: 4
This city has always had strong education due to all of the museums and libraries that have been built, although test scores have been dropping as drugs have been increasing.
Newmin was the Capitol of West Oak for about 75 years, about 10 years ago it was moved to a nearby city to be seen in the next update!
Here is the Old Capitol building, now a courthouse.
Around it is the Giant Marshall Park.
This Area has a couple other parks though, it had to be beautiful to be a capitol city.
Here is a park next to the Greenly Outlet Area.
And The small Tibbits Park next to the West Oak Mall.
Here is the Malls Entrance.
The Mall has attracted nearly 40,000 people to new suburb areas.
Here is a Popular Suburb, Yates a recently annexed town.
It has a small Business Area.
Yates is Connected to the South East Side of Newmin by Train.
Here is a shot of the Greenly Area of Newmin, with the Train running right through it.
Across from that area is Downtown.
And the Newest Skysraper is a beauty.
Here is a shot of the Newmin Suburb and Yates Suburb, with the mall inbetween.
And Finally a Shot of the Downtown/South East/Greenly Side of Town.
Update 6 Will Feature the Capitol...
Residential Population: 46,300
Middle Class: Approx. 27,300
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 14,000
Commercial Population: 43,400
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 5
This city has a large police force, all though it doesnt matter as this city has small town values and everyone knows right from wrong.
Healthcare: 4
This City has a large hospital with an intensive care unit and a Cancer unit that is the best in West Oak, however some areas of the hospital are crowded.
Traffic : 3
Traffic here is getting worse as downtown is dense but alot of the city is spread out, this small town is starting to really get that big city feel.
Pollution: 3
Pollution from cars is bad, and its starting to kill some of the farms.
Education: 2
Mosts kids here have the option for schooling but either can't afford it or drop out.
Cows in the road: 1
Willhelm has been here since it was Settled in 1940, where it grew slowly, the rural way. It was one of the smallest towns in the area of 2000, leeching off of the small city(back then) of Lobbdale, until the railroad company built its first station there in 1978, and extended the rail line up to the mountains.
That Encouraged alot of growth, and by 1992 the city was of 30,000 people and 5 Passenger stations, the largest city in the region for almost 6 months till Lobbdale once again took over and grew like crazy. It had Grown 1000% or so in just 15 years.
Apartment buildings then became popular in the downtown area, some are 40 years old and haven't changed a bit.
The most popular Apartment chain is Fern Lane Apartments.
And then in 2001, the cities first and only skyscraper was built, the CEO Lee Huang diddn't like the view of the slums from his office on the 25th floor, so he had a park built there.
And in the past five years new businesses have flooded the city, including many chain outlet stores.
And That small Plateau north of the city that overviewed the whole area now is occupied by a few hotels.
Today the city is nearing 50,000 people.
But even though the Downtown is getting Denser and Denser
There are still plenty of Rural areas.
The only bad thing about those rural areas is they bring in alot of poor people.
Still though this is a great area of West Oak.
Teaser for Update 5, the old capitol of Newmin.
Please Comment I don't want to beg...
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Tysons24: Thanks for noticing and for visiting.
Jacqulina: It really means alot, please visit West Oak again.
Hidanhi: Yay! I hope you contineu to love it too.
Evillions: No I don't, I use Picnik, but thanks for coming, come again.
Sticksboi05: Really? Thanks it means alot, and thanks for visiting.
Jjune4991: Probably those crazy old folks.. Thanks for viewing.
Hidanhi: I download all of them as a I haven't the slightest idea how to make them, I have hundreds of things in my plugins now Thanks for visiting again!
Mco1254: Thanks, thats one of the most time consuming parts of this CJ, please come again. Also I will try to post some more pictures of Lobbdales Riverbed downtown later on.
Stoney525: I got a Street Tree mod, and the trees by the riverbed are Simfox trees. Thanks for all the questions.
Soulchaser: Thanks for that
Evillions: Thanks for re-visiting, I would like to live there too.
I would also like to thank Deathtopumpkins for helping me in the chat that one day.
This is not very many replies for 6 entries containing photos, I don't want to complain but it seems my city journal gets far less replies than other new ones, this is kind've discouraging. But I will trudge on for now.
Thanks for visiting.
Residential Population: 2,900
Middle Class: Approx. 2,100
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 400
Commercial Population: 1,050
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 4
Being as this area is a ways away from the city this area has almost no crimes.
Healthcare: 1
Elena has no Medical buildings whatsoever, you need to drive 45 minutes or take a train to get to Willhelm where the general hospital is located.
Traffic : 5
Most people don't own cars, they either ride the train or walk.
Pollution: 5
The Train is the only way to get to the small industrial park as its so far away. There are alot of farms so pollution is a negative.
Education: 2
There is an elementary school atleast...
Elena is one of the oldest settlements of the area, and hasnt grown very much in the last 80 years.
This is an image of most of the town, as it is rather small.
But Some development has occured across the river due to the train.
And more and more people are building houses out in farm country.
Residential Population: 4,100
Middle Class: Approx. 2,400
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 700
Commercial Population: 1,100
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 2
Even as this area is covered by Emerald Grove police, it is getting more and more over run with crime and drug use. Especially for a small town.
Healthcare: 3
There is a mdeical clinic here, and train to one of Emerald Grove's Hospitals is only 15 minutes away.
Traffic : 2
A New Bridge needs to be built as the other one is very old and is filled with cars constantly, the bridge and train are the only ways across the river to the small downtown and industrial area.
Pollution: 3
Trash burning is popular here.
Education: 3
There is a small K-12 school that is now too small, but there are no funds to expand the size of it.
On one side of the river houses are clumped.
On the other things are spread out
This town would be alot smaller without having some train stations.
There is also a "slightly" out of town shoping center
Residential Population: 2,600
Middle Class: Approx. 1,400
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 1000
Commercial Population: 725
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 1
This town has a high amount of poor people, poor people loot from the poor here.
Healthcare: 1
No Medical care whatsoever, the nearest hospital is in Emerald Grove, but you have to go over the mountains.
Traffic : 1
There is one main road through the town, the same road and only road that exits and enters the town. traffic is bad.
Pollution: 5
The one good thing about this area.
Education: 2
The few kids that have enough money go to Emerald Grove for school.
Most of the housing is clumped together so its easier to spot crime.
The small commercial area is for tourists who stop here on there way over the mountains. Lots of Parking.
Even though this town sucks people still want to live here, and its been expanding.
Residential Population: 1025
Middle Class: Approx. 600
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 125
Commercial Population: 115
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 5
This town employs a large police force for the area, no one even thinks of spitting out their gum on the sidewalk.
Healthcare: 5
There is a rural hospital by the train station.
Traffic : 4
It is starting to be a small problem on side streets.
Pollution: 3
Some say that the small industrial par k is too close to the area.
Education: 5
There is a school district covering the area, that is way over funded. Most kids do go to college though.
This is a small farming community, that is part of the Willhelm Micropolitan Area, just about 5 minutes from Willhelm by train.
Here is the new hospital.
And the very small "Downtown" if you want to call it that.
This town has a couple neihgborhoods known to the area, this is the richmond neighborhood that exits town.
And lastly is the church, the only church for an hour or so, this is a very religious community,
Update 4 will Feature Willhelm, the smallest big city!
Because all of you waited so paitently for me to fix the last update I will give you some Region shots.
All of the small farm towns you see will be featured in the next update.
This is Clark and Emerald Grove.
And this is Elena.
Here is Gifford and Aizaiah.
Lastly is Willhelm and Lobbdale.
Update 3: The Rural Areas is coming soon!
Emerald Grove:
Residential Population: 109,000
Middle Class: Approx. 24,500
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 1,500
Commercial Population: 78,055
The Majority of the citizens in this city are extremly wealthy and either own businesses or are in early retirement, very few people who live here work. Most jobs are held by citizens from Nearby Lobbdale.
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 3
Crime Used to be very low, however with the growing population being mostly upper class citizens, the amount of crimes committed grow too.
Healthcare: 5
There are 4 hospitals in the small city, everyone is within a few miles of a hospital here. Even if its mostly plastic surgeons.
Traffic : 2
Traffic is a growing problem here, there are a couple roads going into downtown, and only one way to get to the industrial park across the river. Since the city is spread out traffic is getting worse as it expands.
Pollution: 4
Although there is a high amount of industry it is across the river so most people don't smell it at all.
Education: 5
There is one public school district, and 6 private districts serving the city. Most students go on to college. Besides the Uniforms issue there are no problems with education here as it is illegal to dropout.
Mistreated Staff: 1
Me no speaky....
Emerald City recently expanded Robison Park.
It goes around about half of the downtown area.
Another Commercial area is growing though.
Mainly due to the clock tower.
The clock tower was built to stimulate growth of that area, just like this landmark helped the downtown grow once it was erected.
There are other Historic areas like this area that locals call "The Eyes"
There are many rich people who live in this city.
Many Many.... Many Rich people.
But a few people in this city actually have to work.
And most of them work here.
There is a nearby town of 700 people named Clark, only connected by rail.
The Rail station divides the twon from residential and commercial.
I hope you enjoyed this update, stay tuned for the more rural towns in the next update!
Residential Population: 437,009
Middle Class: Approx. 332,000
Ghetto Dwellers(lol) Approx. 34,000
Commercial Population: 313,055
Most Citizens who can't find a job go to nearby Emerald Grove or Willhelm. However since a huge portion of people who live here are retired, so there are enough jobs for the most part.
West Oak Statistics Data
based on a 1-5 scale, 1 being a problem and 5 not being a problem.
Crime: 4
Due to the low amount of Teenagers in this city crime is very low, and what crimes are commited are usually misdemeanors by senior citizens that escaped from the
Prison retirement home in South Lobbdale.
Healthcare: 2
There is one major hospital serving parts of Uptown and suburban Lobbdale, however the city has cut its funding so the one hospital has only 500 beds for thousands of hurt Lobbdalites.
Traffic : 3
There is no traffic in most parts of the city, however each bridge takes hours to cross during rush hour. Being as Downtown is somewhat secluded from the rest of the city, this is a huge problem. Relief efforts have been attempted with new bridges but sims don't like the back roads.
Pollution: 3
As there is very little Industry in the Area, smelly pollution is not a problem. However Trains have been creating alot of coal pollution lately.
Education: 4
There are 3 main School Districs, and 1 Private District in the city. Each District has dozens of elementary, middle, and high schools. However there are no colleges within this city and they also banned homeschooling.
People urinating in the river: 1
Most Recently, Lobbdale annexed a small city named Higgins that heavily relied on Lobbdale. This area is now known as South Lobbdale where a huge portion of the lower wealth citizens live. The Blue Plaza Building is the local retirement home for the Metro area.
Taller buildings are beggining to pop up everywhere now, especially along the riverbed downtown.
Big Corporations are looking for a River view.
And so are the higher class residents, willing to pay millions for apartments hundreds of feet in the air.
However the tallest residential building is not on the riverbed. The Tigard Apartments are for Middle class families mostly, they are small but they have a view of the whole city.
This is my favorite View, of the Plaza seperating Uptown and Midtown.
Lastly, here is a postcard image of the historic train station built nearly 100 years ago. Also one of the largest Stations in the region,
And a Teaser for Update 2, in nearby Emerald Grove, a smaller city.
I hope you had fun, please comment. Thanks!
Its Snowing in Downtown Lobbdale!
Today I have some intro pictures for you all, please comment. Thankyou all for clicking and thanks for looking.
This City Journal will be slow paced most likely, I will try to update atleast once a week, unless I get no comments and get discouraged like with my last CJ.
Once again, thankyou.
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