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Λtlantis Λwakening [IC] [M]
The lost city of Atlantis, hidden beneath the waves and the annals of history is one written about in nearly every civilization. A place that once held a civilization many years old and incredibly advanced that in one cataclysmic moment was destroyed and sunk beneath the waves. Many people spend their whole lives just looking for evidence of its existence. Yet none have succeeded in uncovering any of its secrets as it lays dormant at the bottom of the ocean.
It has been two weeks since the Atlanteans revealed themselves and people across the globe people are beginning to realise the strange and mysterious manifest within them.
The Atlantean Royal Family
firelordyago as Wyatt Cale: Optikinesis
Nathaniel Calaway- Somewhere in London, England.
Delta Mayor -
The breeze brushed passed Delta; she wished that somehow she had been granted the ability to manipulate time. Despite her life never being ideal this isn't what she expected to happen to her, to become a part of another race. She had yet to share this life altering news with anyone, well, that hadn't meant that she hadn't come close to it. Nathan, her grandma's gardener, had found her passed out on the floor yet she still denied being this race. It was hard enough growing up African-American in Poland, and now she had another identity forced upon her, she wasn't ready for it. Somehow, someway she'd find a way to separate her from this newly founded identity, but for now Delta embraced it like hug she had received from Nathan before she left for the capital, Warsaw, perhaps she'd find answers there. The explosion in Germany had made major news in Poland, after all that was her next-door neighbor, what if they targeted Poland next? Delta breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm herself from the stress that all this had caused her.
James Hazen- Convenience Store, Honolulu, Hawaii
October 31st, 2012
The affairs of Hawaii went on much as it always did. Slow, steady, and in James Hazen's eyes, boring as hell. You would think that the discovery of the Atlanteans would have changed something there, and you would be dead wrong. It was almost the same as when the events of September 11th hit New York, or when a new pope was appointed to the Vatican, or when the swine flu outbreak began in Mexico. Even though the events were severe and had major impacts, if they didn't occur in the area, all it was, was pass-time news. That was the sad truth of life there. People weren't concerned much with the troubles outside. Or perhaps they were concerned, but instead of confronting or addressing the problem, they figured the problem may never reach them there, and eventually the problem would somehow be corrected. And for most people, that would be alright.
But James Hazen was different. He hated this false sense of security and tranquility that existed here. He hated that nothing was taken seriously, and nothing was ever seen as a serious matter. Even the latest event was just a hiccup in these people's lives. Sometimes, James had to actually imagine things happening, just so he wouldn't drive himself crazy. It usually would be some small imagining, like a car crash at the corner of the street, or an individual holding up the store where he worked.
But lately, his imaginings grew even bolder. This began to occur after a strange tattoo appeared on his neck, one in the shape of distorted arrow, pointing outward in an unbalanced circle. It was an Atlantean tattoo. Soon after, he discovered he had an ability, just like the people in the newspapers he would read about. Now, the big news didn't seem so far away anymore. It was right here, right in front of them. None of them knew, but James intended to show them. He just needed the right sign. So for now, he simply imagined doing it, sending a spark in the convenience store where he worked, causing a light bulb to burst. Shut off the power in an office building floor, if he can manage it. For a while, that suited him. But as the desire to actually do something about it grew, so did James's patience withdraw. A boiling point would eventually be reached.
James swept the floor at the corner of the convenience store where he worked. He had no idea why he still worked there. He hated the job. The pay was crap. His boss was an a$$ hole. He assumed he needed the money, but sometimes no amount of money was worth it. Harold, James's acquaintance and coworker managed the cash register as a few customers wandered the store. Then suddenly, there was breaking news on the television which was attached to the wall on the adjacent corner to James.
"Evidence was found today that the cause of the Berlin Explosion was the work of Atlanteans. André Cabrillo, brother of Leo Cabrillo, member of the Atlantean Royal Family, was suspected to be the cause of the explosion as survivors claimed to have seen the 20 year old in the streets on Berlin that day as well as physical DNA evidence at the heart of the chaos. Other members of the Royal Family have made no comments towards his disappearance but together with the United Nations have rushed an international bill, calling all Atlanteans to register themselves and their abilities with the local Atlantean Relief Centres in all capital cities. Anybody now caught using Atlantean Abilities without being registered or carrying a registration card will face detainment.
"More on this story soon..."
"Holy sh*t, man." Harold said in his typical surfer accent. He turned to James, who had stopped sweeping and looked intently at the TV. "Can ya believe it? I mean, I heard the news, but to think that they're like, here. It's just crazy, man, ya know?"
"Yea...crazy." James said softly. He wondered what he should do. Obviously, he would have to register, or get detained. But did they really know who among them was Atlantean? He was sure nobody knew he was one. But it might be safe to do so anyways. Suddenly, the manager of the store came into the room from the back, while James and Harold still watched the TV. James hadn't noticed him come in, while Harold had, and quickly went back to work. Seeing that James wasn't doing his job, but was instead watching the TV, the manager walked up to James from behind, before slowly clearing his throat to let James know he was there.
At the sound of the throat clearing, (which James had been hearing a lot lately due to the number of times he had snuck out of work, or took longer breaks to practice his ability secretly) James's eyes snapped away from the TV and to the manager.
"Mr. Hazen, this is the second time I've had to get you back to doing your job today. What is with you? Over the past month, there's been a dozen cases of you arriving late, leaving early, not doing your job, and everything in between! What the heck is going on?"
James didn't reply. He began sweeping the area, hoping his manager would just walk away.
"Mr. Hazen, are you even listening to me?"
"Remotely...." James said quietly, continuing to sweep the floor.
"Excuse me?" The manager said, crossing his arms as he gave James a disbelieving look. Harold, as well as the rest of the customers stared back at them, wondering what was going on. This was the type of thing that caused the most attention among people in the area. It was a sad fact that for so many, this would be the highlight of their day, an argument in the convenience store. "James, I'm talking to you. Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
James sighed and stopped sweeping as he turned to the manager. "Do you mind? I'm trying to do my work..."
"Oh, now you're interested in doing work? Well if you were doing your job before, I wouldn't have to be having this unpleasant conversation with you right now."
"Listen, man. Just back off..." James said softly.
"No. You don't get to make that call. I have a business to run, and when little sh*ts like you don't do your job, it makes me lose money!"
James looked at the man irritatingly. He clenched his fists, and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. The manager continued to scream in his face.
"You think you're so special? You're nothing. Nothing but a waste of a person. If I wanted, I could fire you and hire a retard and he'd be doing a better job than you!"
James could feel his heart beating faster. A light bulb flickered for a moment above the two. Nobody noticed.
"You are a worthless piece of sh*t, and you're lucky you even have this job to begin with, and you disrespect me and think you're badass? You're just a prick who thinks he's hot stuff!"
James's breathing became more uncontrolled. Light flickered above in the store, but the manager was too busy screaming to notice.
"Why don't you do us all a favor and either get the hell outta here, or go drop dead somewhere, cause it's obvious you can't do sh*t here anymo-"
The light bulbs above all shattered, minus one which flickered on and off uncontrollably at the end of the store. The manager never had a chance to finish his sentence. It all happened so fast, even James wasn't sure what happened. He just knew he stuck out his hand to the manager's chest, and the released all his anger out through his hand. Sparks of lightning flickered around the area from the aftershock. James looked around, noticing the customers and Harold all were on the ground, their hands covering their heads, many in shock and fear. The manager lay motionless on the ground. Whether he was unconscious, or worse, James didn't know, but he didn't bother finding out. He didn't look at anyone else, but ran through the outside door. He didn't stop running, turning the street corner and heading down the first smaller street he could find, and then kept on running. A taxi cab was driving close by. James hailed it, and got inside.
"Airport." He said to him, the only words he needed to say before the taxi driver took off. Luckily, he had been prepared to leave, all of his cards and passport on him always since the day he discovered his powers, on the off chance he had to leave. Now, he had no choice. Whatever happened in Berlin was irrelevant. He didn't know what the deal was with the Atlantean Center, but knew there was no way he was going to one now, not after what he did in the store. If he got into the system and they found out about his power, they could easily trace the same power to the incident there. No, he had to get out. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. All he knew was it was time for a change. A big one. This was the beginning for James Hazen.
James Hazen- Taxi Cab, Honolulu, Hawaii
October 31st, 2012
With a nod of the head, the taxi cab driver pulled into the road and began driving to the direction of the airport. James rubbed his hands together, his foot tapping uncontrollably. He was nervous, his heart racing from the events that just transpired. But he had to calm down. He didn't want to draw any attention to himself. If anything could ever be noticed in Hawaii, it was when someone was acting too nervous or jittery.
"Now, do you think the airport is a good idea?" The cab driver asked James, in an accent definitely not of a typical Hawaiian. James couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed British. The man arched his head back and smiled at him. James did not return the style, but instead began to try to think of who the man could possibly be. "It's just a little bit suspicious, don't you think? A young person, like yourself, taking a spontaneous flight to somewhere with nothing on them but a passport and a little bit of money."
The last sentence caused James to begin to panic, although he did his best to try not to show it on his face. He had to play it cool. He couldn't give the man anything to work with that he could use later. By now, James had already assumed that the man was from some sort of authority, which means he probably could have been bugged. Judging by the comment, he probably could have been following him the entire time, ever since he discovered his power. While these thoughts and more raced through his head, James stared long and hard at the man, letting him continue to speak as he remained silent. He was definitely from some sort of police force, or worse. At least, that is what James first assumed. But there was no mention of powers or Atlanteans, or anything of the nature, so he couldn't assumed anything just yet.
Then, he let go of the wheel entirely. James's heart beat as he grabbed hold of the side of the car, believing that the vehicle was about to veer off the road, but no such thing happened. Instead, it remained as still and steady as ever. At this point, James had no idea what the hell to believe. Still, he sat in silence, hoping an explanation was coming, and also hoping he wasn't about to be arrested, or killed.
"With the news about the Atlanteans and this new 'registration' act, one look at that on your neck," he pointed to the tattoo on James's neck, "and you'll be detained, kept for questioning and probably sent to some jail somewhere where they can make sure no 'accidents' will happen. I'm not sure you've thought this through."
The car suddenly made a left turn on the street, the man still not making contact with the wheel. The way he described the situation, it didn't seem like he was actually with the authorities. The fiasco with the car gave James a different idea. Another Atlantean, he thought. But that still left the question of what he wanted. Was he here to kill him? No, if he wanted to do that, he probably would have done it a while ago. It seemed he was here for a different reason, one not fully apparent to James. James tried to break down the facts. He was an Atlantean, James was almost fully sure of that. He was most likely not in his normal clothing, as he had made himself dress as the locals would. His accent was one most likely of England, which meant he had traveled a long way to come here. Was he after James specifically, or just on the way to others? While James collected the information to try to put something together, he looked to the side of the street, wondering if a fall out of the taxi cab at that speed would kill him. It most likely wouldn't, but it would leave him with cuts, bruises, and most likely broken bones. James wasn't sure he was ready to take that route yet. Not until he knew what this man wanted. But if he would discover that his life was in danger, James would do whatever he had to to get out.
James crossed his arms, trying to seem as casual as he could, given the situation. He eyed the taxi driver. "You have a better idea?" He asked the man, hoping this response would be adequate enough to get the reason for his visit without giving away information on the off chance he really was a cop.
Delta Mayor -
With another long lasting look over her leather jacket, with the breeze working against Delta it kept hitting her in the face every time she did, Delta saw a very large man who she hadn't previously seen before. He was a bald man who donned casual clothes unlike the other guards; perhaps he was apart of some special forces the Centre had hired? Now, he trailed closely behind her, was he a guard? Her breath was becoming short; she only had the energy for one last burst of energy to escape these people. Swear words leaked out of Delta's mouth, she had a tendency to do that often. A thought crossed Delta's mind as she tried to keep up her pace, of course they had abilities just like her and this guy must have super speed or whatever the technical term was for it. With a last minute decision she decided to shift her running into high gear in an attempt to avoid whatever fate this man had for her. Her heels pounded the pavement beneath her feet but she could already tell that she wasn't going to out run this man. Unfortunately due to circumstances that weren't her fault, besides the heels, the man managed to wrap his large arms around Delta and slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.
Nathaniel Calaway- Atlantean Relief Center, London, England
Kim Parnevik - Miss Possible.
It had been over a week since Kim read about a large explosion in Berlin, which had killed many people. This news scared him, especially since it was after the Atlanteans had revealed themselves to the world. The reveal also had changed his life, much to his displeasure, considering his shut in lifestyle is ruined by his power since its manifestation. Luckily, his changes have not been very regular and he had managed to make it home relatively easy the last two times, since they were only short changes and she didn't have a chance to get very far away; with no repeats of his first transformation happening yet. Flicking through a news aggregation site he saw something that shook him, it was an article about the Berlin explosion, and it had bad news for him in it.
"Evidence was found today that the cause of the Berlin Explosion was the work of Atlanteans. André Cabrillo, brother of Leo Cabrillo, member of the Atlantean Royal Family, was suspected to be the cause of the explosion as survivors claimed to have seen the 20 year old in the streets on Berlin that day as well as physical DNA evidence at the heart of the chaos. Other members of the Royal Family have made no comments towards his disappearance but together with the United Nations have rushed an international bill, calling all Atlanteans to register themselves and their abilities with the local Atlantean Relief Centres in all capital cities. Anybody now caught using Atlantean Abilities without being registered or carrying a registration card will face detainment.
"More on this story soon..."
"Oh no. OH NO! They expect me to be able to go outside and register my power? This is bad, I can't do this!" He said to himself in a panic, just the thought of having to go to the centre was scaring him, the amount of people there would have to be massive. If my transformations stay short I should be able to keep it a secret. Though he knew that there were already people who knew he transformed into a girl, including his family, this was the best thing his panicking mind could think of. He did not want to leave his bedroom, especially now with the added risk of transforming into a person loving female. A few more hours went along as he debated with himself on whether or not he would go to the centre, before he decided to just call them.
"Hallå, Atlantean Relief Centre – Stockholm Branch, This is Artur speaking, how may I help you?" The voice behind the phone said, slightly scaring Kim.
"Uh- um.. Hello.. My name's Kim and I'd.. I'd like register myself.. myself as an At.. Atlantean.." He stuttered, struggling through the short amount of words he had to say.
"I'm sorry Kim, but you ha-"
"Oh never mind Artur," an unexpected female voice cut Artur off halfway through his reply. "I'll be coming down now, I'm sure there's a few attractive atlanteans there for me to play with. Hopefully you're one too, you have a very sexy voice." She said before hanging up without awaiting the reply from Artur. She was back, and she was excited to be going outside, hoping that she'd be able to have some fun this time, since the last two times were disappointedly short. Looking in the mirror she threw her male clothes to the ground cladding herself in her illusions, in the form of a s----y santa, showing off much more of her skin then was really smart for the weather. After adjusting her clevage a little bit she put on the trenchcoat that her mother had given her after the first time she had gone out, in her mind for warmth while walking the streets, and incase she changed back in the middle of the centre. Checking that she had her ID, (regardless of the fact the picture was her male form,) she left the house and began towards the centre.
The walk to the centre was much more uneventful then she hoped for, with her coat only "blowing" opening a few times, as she only saw a few attractive people to show off for. Luckily Mum got me this coat, cause it's kind cold today, even with the sun out. She thought as she neared the centre, the the concentration of people increased, as well as the amount of attractive people. There was also more people staring at her beauty, as well as stares of curiosity of why she was dressed in a tench coat. Her joy was increasing until all the attention was stolen by someone crashing into a fountain in the front of the centre. Investigating the crash herself she found a fairly attractive girl being escorted in the library. Not caring for the line, she ran up and started walking behind the guard as he escorted the girl into the lobby, leaving her in another line. Aww, oh well time to have some fun! Dropping her trench coat on the ground she walked up to the recently escorted girl and grabbed her the waist, pulling her in closer and whispered into her ears.
"You are beautiful, and that landing of yours outside really improved my day, thank you."
Minerva Sirmais - Riga, Latvia
"Hey Minerva? Hello, Minnie?" Chantelle waved her hand, bringing Minerva back to attention. They were sitting in a small cafe on a quite street in Riga, sipping coffee and watching the cars go by. A light October chill was in the air, and small breezes winded through the buildings reminding the inhabitants that winter was on its way. It was a mostly cloudless day, and the morning sun was peeking through the buildings painting them with a light glow, illumining the city. "Did you hear me the first time? What are you going to do?"
Minerva stared at her blankly. "Huh? About what?"
Chantalle laughed at her, a look of slight shock on her face. "You really didn't see the announcement did you. There was some sort of bombing in Germany yesterday or something. I heard that it leveled an entire block! And this is the best part, they say an Atlantean caused it! Beats me how they can figure that out, but suddenly everyone is really scared of them. They are calling for all Atlanteans to register themselves at some sort of center place, ya know?" She took a small sip of her coffee. "So your Atlantean, right? I mean, it would explain the weird stuff you've been doing. So are you going to register?"
Minerva had seen the report, which was one reason why she was so distracted. The other was because she was ADHD, but that was different. Whatever was happening, it was going to change things dramatically. "I...I don't know Chantalle. I don't know what to do. It's not like what I do is dangerous, right?"
Chantalle got a big grin on her face, "Yeah, right. 'Oops, just accidentally melted this giant metal statue! What a mess!' Look, you don't understand it really, so maybe it is dangerous and you just don't know it yet. I don't mean to be mean to you or anything, but maybe it would be safer if you registered."
Minerva shook her head. "That's just the thing. 'Registering'. What if it isn't really what they say it is? I mean, remember Mr. Lohts in eleventh grade? He told us that the Nazis convinced the Jews that they were just being moved somewhere safer where they would be put to work. What if the government is doing the same thing? Just rounding up all of those with powers so that they can get rid of them or something?"
Her friend snickered. "Of all the things in his class, that's what you remembered?" Then her expression got darker, "I know what you mean though. Of course there is a risk, but think of it this way. You guys have all of these amazing powers, and you think that normal people can stop you? I heard about this guy who was magnetic, and a guy who could zap people with lightning, or just talk to people and convince them to do things! And you think that normal humans will be able to put you in a cage and poke and prod you? I don't think that's the way its going to work Minerva. You guys are just too powerful. Most of you at least."
"Thanks Chantalle", Minerva replied. "I guess that's true. I may not be powerful, but others probably are. And they would put up a fight too if it came to it. I guess I probably should register." She put a smile on her face, "I mean, whats the worst that could happen!"
"That's the attitude! Now finish you coffee, its getting cold."
Later That Day - Riga, Latvia
Minerva took a deep breath, then let it out, standing in front of a plain concrete building. It felt out of place compared with the rest of the architecture in Riga, and leftover from the Soviet era. Obviously it had been re-purposed to act as the city's Atlantean Center, as a sign in front of the building displayed in plain neat letters, asking all Atlanteans to register. She took another breath, then started climbing the steps up to the building, then hesitantly pushing the door open, letting the warm air of the building spill out across her face. A small line was formed, perhaps a half dozen people of various ages stood in line, and a couple guards shouldering some sort of machine guns stood at the front.
While normally talkative and would talk to just about anyone, Minerva was much too nervous to do any talking, and she silently passed through the line. What would happen, what would they say, what happens afterwards? Before long, one of the guards called out "Next", and Minerva stepped forward cautiously. The guard said in a very bored tone, "Please hold out your arm." She nervously did so, then jumped as she saw that he had a needle in he right hand. Needles. She hated needles. More than snakes or spiders or heights or anything, needles scared her. She gulped and closed her eyes tight, and there was a sticking feeling in her arm, then it was gone. She opened her eyes again, and a small bump was forming on her arm. The guard simply nodded, then said in the same bored tone, "Go down the hallway, second door on the right. It should be marked."
She followed the guards directions, opening the directed door and nervously stepping in. It was a relatively small room, with only a desk and two chairs, and a small ceiling fan spinning slowly above their heads. A small man occupied the chair behind the desk, and was dressed like a very stereotypical scientist in a lab coat and everything. He gestured at the other chair and softly spoke, "Please, take a seat." He asked a few questions about identification, then jotted down a few notes on his notepad. "Right, so Minerva. Whats your ability?"
Minerva spoke as confidently as she could, and said, "Well, I can manipulate metal, sort of. Like, I can cause it to melt, and once I got it to reform."
"Hmm, interesting." He jotted a few more notes on his notepad. "Could I ask you to demonstrate for me?"
"Well, I could try." She looked for something metal, then picked up a metal pen that was laying on the desk. She stared on it and concentrated, willing with all her might to cause the metal to melt, dissolve, do anything. But the pen displayed an incredible lack of activity. After a few moments she shook her head, "I'm sorry, I can't really control it very well, it just sort of happens somethings."
The man only nodded and took a few more notes. Then he looked up at Minerva once again, "Could I see you arm please?" After briefly inspecting the bump that was slowly fading now, he nodded once again. "Its not a problem Miss Sirmais, perhaps we can entice your ability to display itself some other time. In the mean time, you can go down the hall to the left, there should be a set of white double doors. Go through there, then wait until your name is called."
Minerva sat there for a moment, then pushed the chair back and got up, walking back to, then out of the door. Over all, she thought, that went rather well.
Kim Parnevik,
Stockholm, Sweden
Not surprisingly the girl whom Kim had embraced pushed herself away, before flying up into the air like it was nothing, face bright red. Wow, she can fly, I want her even more now. Kim thought as others in line began shouting and complaining, staring at both the flying girl and Kim, which she personally was ecstatic about. Apologising the girl landed again, people still commenting on her power use before two guards began moving towards them, with one going to each of the girls. Yuck, he's not attractive in the least. She thought, judging the guards looks as he got closer, still unable to find anything attractive about the man, he was more fat than muscular, had a crocked nose, cauliflower ears, absolutely nothing about him was attractive to her. Such a disappointment.
The other guard had already made his way and grabbed Kim's new found love, the flying girl, much to her annoyance and protest of the girl.
"Hey, stop that! I just accidentally flew a little - owch! - it's natural for us, it's just like sneezing for you - ow, let me go! Stupid human!!" The flying girl complained as the guard started strong arming her out of the queue. Slightly annoyed Kim started towards her, only to be stopped by the guard who was basically drooling over her scantily clad body.
"As much as I love people looking at me, I'd prefer if you didn't drool publicly, you're embarrassing yourself." Kim said to the guard as gently as she possible could, though she still intended for it to cut the man deep. His reaction wasn't what she expected though, instead of saying anything a cheesy smirk grew on his face before he lunged for her, his hands going directly for her breasts. With the clumsy elegance of a drunk ballerina Kim barely dodged the man's attack, much to his frustration.
"Don't resist girly, I'm just going to take you to a quiet room for some, punishment ." He said to her, the dirty thoughts he was having clearly portrayed on his face. The thought of him doing anything to her was too much for Kim, causing her to take a step back and cringe.
"Help me, Santa!" the flying girl called out, apparently struggling to get away. Thoughts rushed through Kim's head before it struck her.
If I help her, she may fall in love with me and let me have some fun with her. YAY! But first I have to get rid of this creep.. OH! I think that should work! Smiling, she began to imagine herself looking like a creature out of a horror movie, the most scary thing she could possibly think of, a massive spider. Apparently though, he power didn't work like she first thought as the man didn't seem to react at all, nearly within grabbing distance once again as she took another step back. With all her concentration she pictured the biggest, and most disgustingly scary spider she could as the guard stuck his hand out to grab her breast.
"ARGH! MONSTER!!" The guard screamed falling backwards before trying to scurry away from Kim. Confused the crowd look at Kim, just seeing the girl dressed in a sexy santa suit standing there, sighing in relief that he didn't touch her and a large guard on the ground whimpering like a scared puppy, there was even a wet trail following him as he hurriedly moved away from her.
The other guard, was confused as well, he let go of the flying girl before he began to cautiously approach Kim, who was apparently a bigger threat, for reasons unknown to him. "That's enough girly, you're not getting away with doing that to my colleague." He said as he reached for the baton at his side, clearly ready to attack her with it.
This is bad. I'm not totally sure what I did to that one, let alone how to do it again if I'm getting attacked by a baton. A worried Kim thought, stretching her arms out in front of her in a futile attempt to put more distance between herself and the guard. The cards were stacked against her now, there was only one thing she could think to do.
"It's your turn now beautiful!" She shouted to the now free flying girl that she had just protected, though clumsily. A weak smile was on Kim's face as the looked at the girl, the fear of getting beaten down and her beautiful features damaged beginning to sink in.
Charlotte (Charlie) Hunter- London Atlantean Centre
Feeling the final shudder as the train pulled into London, Charlie looked up from her phone, its screen flashing up the grinning face of mark signalling yet another incoming call. She had been on the train for two and half hours now and though it had been an uneventful trip, Charlie found herself reluctant to step off the train.
Staring out through the grease smeared glass and ignoring her vibrating phone, the dark hair girl regarded the station with a glum expression. She hadn't exactly wanted to come down to London. The idea of registering herself was more repulsive than Nick Green, a perv in her class with gel slicked hair and skinny jeans.
As the loud, echoing deep of the doors opening sounded and the usual shuffling broke out through the carriage as people hurried to grab their luggage and leave, Chairlie pulled herself up from her chair and shouldered her rucksack, sweeping a shaking hand through her hair and teasing the long strands back from her face.
She disliked being London at the best of time and this instance was no different.
When she at last alighted from the train, earphones pressed solidly into her ears, Charlie followed the trickle of fellow passengers through the sour faced shoppers which pressed in around the open doors, towards the ticket barrier.
When she was last out, her feet sore from being trodden on several times on her way over to her destination, she then made her way towards the taxi layby, limping slightly. Finding a free taxi and flashing the address of the centre she had found via Google that morning, Charlie then settled back into the warm leather seats in silence.
Her driver was thankfully not the chatty type and after a few exchanged of pleasantries, her bearded, beer bellied driver turned the radio on and fixed his eyes to the road, allowing Charlie to resume her sulking.
It was because of her mother's persistence that she was here against her will. Her mother had woken her up early and dragged her out of room, barely even awake, to show her the news report and after half an hour of passive aggressive comments about her refusal to go, she had caved and agreed. Her mother had developed powers too but due to work, had sent Charlie down to register first with the promise of meeting her in the evening.
I better get Nandos out of this. Charlie thought bitterly as she watched the world whizz by her out the window. It was here, when her phone, now in her jean pockets began to vibrate again. Reaching in to her pocket, she wrapped her fingers around the cold objected and pulled it out, her dark eyes regarding the screen from a distance.
The screen flickered into being, presenting her gaze with mark's goofy grin. He was calling yet again, this making it the fourteenth missed call today. With two weeks of silence from her end, she had hoped both Mia and Mark would have gotten the message, but apparently her hopes were miss placed. Watching it ring to another few minutes, the phone finally died down and the call ended, but Charlie knew it would be another few minutes before he tried again.
Tucking the phone back into her jean pocket she then glanced out the window, just in time to watch as the taxi pulled to the side of the curb.
Paying the driver and waving goodbye, before stepping back out into the cold October air, Charlie headed to the back of the queue which had formed, zigzagging down the street, with hundreds of faces staring out, some happy, others just depressed.
When she at last took her place behind a group of overly bubbly teenagers, she then waited, earphones once again pressed against her ears to drown out any questions which may be asked in her direction. Every now and then, reaching up to pull her hair way from her face, or tweak her fingerless gloves.
It was another hour before she finally got to see someone inside the centre and her first encounter was brief. A women wearing horn rimmed glasses passed her a form to fill out and then told her to move on and wait in a corridor. Doing as she was asked she was then eventually ushered into a small office room which accommodated a small desk and a gentleman, dressed sharply, sat behind it.
He motioned for her to come in and sit down, to which Charlie obliged and took a seat. Handing over her paper work
with her name, address and contact details jotted across its surface.
The man regarded it for a little while, face etched with a mixture of tiredness and boredom before glancing up to Charlie's small heart shaped face, lips thinning to a solid, cold red line.
"Well Miss Hunter, your ability?" He asked, his voice cold and stern, as he meet her gaze.
Charlie shifted uncomfortably under his watchful eyes, and tucking back a lose lock of hair behind one ear, she smiled awkwardly.
"Uhm.." she started, lipping her lips nervously as she tried to look at anything bar the man whom was sat behind the desk. His cold mannerisms were enough to make her skin itch under his gaze as he remained silent and unblinking.
"If you please, Miss Hunter, I do not have all day." He said, the chilled tone resuming it's familiar remoteness.
Charlie nodded at this and finally parted her lips as her brain fished for an acceptable reply.
"I can heal people." She finally settled for, now setting her gaze to meet the man's as he regarded with her an odd expression.
"You can heal people?" He repeated, his tone now sounding even colder than before. "Do you have any proof of this? As I am not in the mood for jokes, Miss Hunter."
"Well that's the thing." Charlie replied, almost surprised at the gentleman's reactions to her reply. She had expected anything but annoyance and boredom. "And this will sound odd. But you must trust me. I need you to give yourself a paper cut. Just a small one."
His reaction to this statement however, was exactly what she had expected. The man grinned and then shook his head, as if he did not believe what this small girl in front of him had asked.
"You want me to cut myself?" He repeated, almost laughing. "Are you mad?"
"No." Charlie replied, curtly and keeping her face as plane as possible. "You requested my ability and I plan to obliged. Now if you don't mind." She said, nodding her head towards her own files. "I promise this won't hurt you and much as it will hurt me."
With that, the man leaned back in his chair and stroked his chin thoughtfully, before shrugging and picking up the piece of the paper and resting the tip of his index finger along the top of the page.
"This better not be a joke Miss Hunter, otherwise you will not enjoy what is in store for you." He said, fixing her once again with his cold glare, before he sharply drew his finger across the top of the paper.
The Hiss of pain which slipped over his lips, signalled to Charlie that the paper had done it's job, slicing through his flesh cleanly. Pulling off her one of her gloves and reaching forward, she nodded to him to place his injured hand in hers, to which the man obeyed, grimacing slightly, before everything changed.
The familiar burning sensation raced across Charlie's hand upon contact with the man's own clammy touch, and within a few seconds, the sharp, crisp sensation of pain appeared on her own index finger. With drawing her hand, Charlie sighed and lifted her finger to show the man.
An identical injury oozed tiny droplets of blood from the tip of her finger, while with her un-injured hand she gestured to his own.
"You're healed. Do we approve?" She asked shortly.
The man simply stared from her hand, to his own, regarding his finger in amazement. The cut had completely disappeared, not even a trace of the wound remained from before, no scar or scab, not even an ounce of pain.
"That is plenty." He managed to stutter, before shouting through the door. A woman dressed in a grey blazer and jeans appeared, looking tired.
"Take her to the waiting room. Now." The man said firmly, not evening sparing a glance at Charlie as she was ushered out of the room in a hurry. Her bag practically shoved into her arms as she was pulled away from the man's office.
The dark haired girl was then shoved into a large waiting room filled with other people, all of whom sat talking quietly amongst themselves. A few sent curious glances her way as she was escorted into the room and told to sit. Charlie again complied before watching the women leave quickly, sending her a scared glance over her shoulder.
"I am the one who got hurt and you are frightened of me?" Charlie muttered, as she then looked back at the other people surrounding her, and sticking her finger into her mouth, sucking on it to dull the pain. "They didn't even offer me a plaster." She said bitterly. "Go figure."
James Hazen- Taxi Cab, Honolulu Hawaii
October 30th, 2012
"Indeed!" The fake taxi driver exclaimed, clasping his hands together enthusiastically. He then proceeded with what he referred to as introductions, although what it really was, was the man reiterating the fact that he knew exactly who James was, having had him under some sort of surveillance for some time (the extent of that time is up for question, and a question James would rather not have answered). So to James, the man who introduced himself as Henry was either showing off, or he was simply genuinely introducing himself out of civility, despite already knowing his name. Needless to say, James found the man odd, but also somewhat likable.
"I offer sanctuary to lost and found Atlanteans, no matter what your social status is. Mass murderer, arsonist, jay walker, it doesn't matter!" he said. James stared at the man intently, as if mulling over what he was saying. The way he described it, it sounded like he harbored criminals, and that he immediately put James into that category as well. Did he really give off the vibe right off the bat that he was a lawbreaker? Or maybe Henry was only mentioning the criminal part of it to make James feel like he could go with him without getting into trouble, especially after his incident in the convenience store. "You could start a new life, I suppose. Usually in exchange, I ask for ancestry but because I already have yours, we can sort out some other sort of payment." Again, more confirmation that he was being watched, quite intensively too, by the looks of it, information James really wished he didn't know. He figured sometimes the less he knew the better, but every little more he found out made him want to learn more, even if he knew he wouldn't like what he heard. As the car came to a stop at the airport, James could see the guards who seemed intent on stopping and frisking and searching every person that came through. James lowered his head some and pulled up his shirt over his tattoo, in the hopes that none of the men would look and notice.
"So, you may exit and see how you fare against those men with the guns and their large friends or you could come with me and I could show you how lightning really works."
James crossed his arms and sighed, looking back between the guards and the roof of the taxi. On the outside, it had appeared as though he was still mulling over the decision. On the inside, though, he had long made up his mind. This was exactly what James had wanted all along, ever since he found about his power, and even before that. This was the ticket out of here he had been waiting for.
"Alright, Henry. I'll go with you. But on one condition: Don't make me step foot in this f*cking city ever again."
Delta Mayor -
The strange man, Misha, kept walking toward whatever his destination was, Delta assumed it was a car or some other kind of transportation. She remembered sitting in her rather small apartment on her less than comfy couch watching American TV Shows where a girl would get kidnapped. Delta swore she would never end up in that situation, she'd kick, bite, scratch, and hell, even die before a man took her prisoner. Yet somehow, here she was being held against her will by a man. The portrayal of women being weak creatures bugged her, another thing she swore she'd never be like, another thing was currently failing at. Curiosity tugged at her, this man had obviously wanted her and Delta wanted to know why he had gone through all this trouble for her.
Delta Mayor -
"My name is Misha, not Visha," For some reason he didn't he comment on the broken window, how odd, "and how can you break my neck vhen you are dead? Silly girl."
James Hazen- ???
October 31st 2012
One clap. One single clap of the hands was all it took, and James found himself in a location he no longer recognized. He looked out the window from inside the cab, still unwilling, or perhaps unable, to get out of the car, mainly due to shock at what happened. As he observed the streets and the people moving in them, a few thoughts rushed through his mind, some of them about his whereabouts, but most of them centering around Henry. The most obvious burning question was just who the hell did he get in a cab with? Earlier, he was able to control the direction of the car without even touching it. Now, he moved them all the way to what James soon found out was in England somewhere because of a passerby displaying his accent as he talked on his cell phone. (though he supposed it would be called mobile here). The initial thought that ran through James's mind was that the man's ability revolved around cars, and perhaps he could extend his ability to do much with them. But as James stepped out of the vehicle and saw that Henry was now in a completely different set of clothes, he knew that wasn't it. James had heard some news about Atlanteans before during his three weeks of discovery. The main thing being that each Atlantean had a single ability. However, with James, it appeared not to be the case. At least, that's what it seemed like for now. Whoever this man really was, James was sure of one thing, he was a pretty big f*cking deal.
"Uh, yea sure." James said distractedly to him about his action movie question. He had a lot more other questions on his mind. "Hey, just where the f*ck are we, exactly? And how the hell did we ge-" Mid-sentence, James was suddenly cut short by a intense, brilliant light that covered the street. James closed his eyes and covered his face with his arm, wondering what just happened. "F*CK!" James shouted, his eyes blurry and stinging from the light. It stayed on strong for a few more moments, before it slowly began to fade As the light receded, James could see that the traces of its origin apparently coming from the building next to them. "What the...what was that?!" James demanded of Henry, turning to him, expecting him to have that answer. He wasn't certain if the light had originated from something of Henry's doing, but James felt for some reason that the man was involved somehow. He had no other basis to go by at the moment.
Before the man could answer, though, James turned back to the building by the sounds of screams of people vacating from the building. They came out panicking, some bleeding from parts of their body. All determined to get as far away from the place as possible. This obviously caused people on the street to also panic, some trying to move away from the area, others dialing on their phones, either for the police or for other source. Cars were either stopped looking at what had happened or speeding away. James simply stood there, wondering what he should do. His heart was beating like a drum and his breath was short, as if he had just ran a few miles. Adrenaline was flowing through his body, fear, panic and confusion among the highest emotions running through his mind at the moment. Yet for some reason, it wasn't as visible to him on the outside as he would have expected. Though James has had no opportunity before in his life to be in a situation like this, he expected that his body would react a bit differently, maybe tremble, or show some sign of fear. James lifted one of his hands from his side and looked over it. No signs of shaking, not even a slight tremble. It was steady. What did it mean? Maybe it was the other set of emotions running through his body, counting any fear or anxiety or panic he may have had.
Exhilaration. Fascination. Enthrallment. James always did find that that which he found exciting was unusual. Calm, tranquil environments like his hometown was what he wanted to escape from. And whether Henry knew it or not, he had brought him right where he had wanted to. Well, not exactly right where. He wanted to get just a bit closer...
Not waiting to hear anything from Henry, James took off for the building. While many people flooded to escape outside, James was one of the few trying to get inside. He had no idea what to expect, and he didn't care. Life was nothing without a bit of chaos to making it interesting.
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In another moment of psuedo-tension, the Klingons ask Worf to betray the Enterprise and join them as Worf looks back and forth, the music rises, and we cut to commercial.
Just two seasons later, the audience would be having a serious debate during the fridge raid - the character of Worf would already have been revealed as being perfectly capable of betraying the
. Why not in this episode already? We don't really know he has a heart of gold, even if it takes "The Enemy" to finally prove that he does not, or "Where Silence Has Lease" to establish him as a fricking psycho.
The Klingons narrate the story of how they defeated the Ferengi with phrases like, "We had only one chance," as if somebody thinks it makes the story dramatic or interesting. The Klingons beam with pride as if they're describing something clever and original, but it's a perfectly ordinary tale of false surrender, devoid of any novelty. The tactic is as old as warfare, it's obvious and known to most adults. We don't see it a lot because it's prohibited by the Geneva Convention.
And that's classic Klingon, too. They are all about childish pintside stories of glory in DS9, so what we have here is... (waaait for it, and insert dramatic music to accompany the ellipsis...) Fooooreshadowingh!
The director (Rob Bowman) evidently thought it was interesting enough to be worth that much of our time.
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Your selection of setting and character will do a lot in this department, but you also have to carefully craft the sequence of events that will take place between the event that sets the story in motion and the event that brings it to its conclusion. A straight path between the two is rarely interesting. Twists and turns that increase the sense of struggle provide an opportunity for the readers to build stronger emotional bonds with the character and build suspense.Read Article
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Miami International Airport's Quarantine Station: Luckily, It Doesn't Get Used Much
Picture this: A flight with passengers from Uganda just touched down at Miami International Airport. As the visitors inch toward the terminal, one pauses in the aisle and wipes a speck of blood from his earlobe. Suddenly sweat runs down his cheeks; his eyes are inky red. He lets out a guttural moan before a stream of vomit pours out.
Ebola has just been let loose in MIA, an airport that caters to 7 million international passengers, 27,000 immigrants, and nearly 10,000 refugees in a year. Catastrophe seems imminent.
Don't grab the gas masks and run for your survivalist bunker just yet. Few of the millions pouring through MIA realize it, but Miami's airport is actually among the few in the country equipped for what would happen if ebola actually did make it to town.
Deep in the bowels of MIA lies the Center for Disease Control and Prevention's quarantine station. Patrolled by a full-time "quarantine officer," the facility is built just for these occasions: to keep deadly diseases from breaching our borders.
The ominous-sounding room may conjure notions of guys in hazmat suits wrestling mutant viruses, but — so far, at least — reality is thankfully far blander.
A Freedom of Information Request filed in April by New Times for a list of all animals, persons, or any other item quarantined in Miami over the past two years turned up zilch. In other words, no Michael Chrichton scenarios have erupted in the 305 — yet .
It's no huge surprise that the station hasn't seen use recently. The authority to put someone in solitary confinement, after all, raises some constitutional concerns. Back in 2003, an executive order explained that to quarantine someone, a person must be infected with one of these nasty bugs: cholera, diphtheria, infectious tuberculosis, plague, smallpox, yellow fever, or viral hemorrhagic fevers (a blanket term for ebola-esque maladies), and Crimean-Congo fever. SARS and flu pandemics can sometimes justify a quarantine.
Although the CDC may not have used the facility in years, it is busy tracking sick people traveling in and out of the country through MIA. The agency maintains the Quarantine Activity Reporting System, a database that watches "the presence of ill persons on inbound flights and vessels and at land border crossings, infectious disease threats, or actions related to imported pathogens."
All told, the CDC has 20 quarantine stations around the country, from Anchorage to Dallas to New York to San Juan, and filed $26 million for related expenses in fiscal 2011.
With tuberculosis circulating among the Sunshine State's homeless population, new cases of ebola surfacing in Uganda (not to mention those fears of a "zombie virus" attacking Miami earlier this year) — let's hope the CDC can keep its MIA quarantine record a goose egg.
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The Knox County Health Department is still waiting to hear when it will receive more flu vaccine, both seasonal and H1N1. There are some vaccines available for certain groups that qualify.
Michele Fishburn, Knox County Health Department Director of Community Health Improvement, said this morning that adult doses of seasonal flu vaccine have been depleted at the health department.
"We have a very few remaining doses for individuals ages 6 months to 18 years," she said.
The health department still has not received any more doses of H1N1 injectable vaccine. As for the H1N1 Flu Mist, "We still have Flu Mist available and there still is a fairly good quantity of that ... for the target population able to have the Flu Mist vaccine."
The Flu Mist — or LAIV — is approved only for individuals who are not pregnant and who have no underlying medical conditions. The health department is following guidelines from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and Illinois Department of Public Health and is providing LAIV vaccine only to identified priority groups at this time. Those groups include individuals age 2 to 24, individuals age 25 to 49 who live with or care for an infant younger than 6 months and health care and emergency medical personnel.
Fishburn said they do not know when they will receive more vaccine and that is frustrating to personnel at the health department.
"We haven't had our weekly conference call yet," she said. "It's so hard for us to communicate with the public because we are receiving so little information."
Fishburn said the weekly conference call will be sometime later today.
Asked if there were any new H1N1 hospitalizations over the weekend locally, Fishburn said, "not that I'm aware of."
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|Empirical models for Dark Matter Halos. I. Nonparametric Construction of Density Profiles and comparison with Parametric Models
|Merritt, David; Graham, Alister; Moore, Ben; Diemand, Jurg; Terzic, Balsa
|We use techniques from nonparametric function estimation theory to extract the density pro- files, and their derivatives, from a set of N-body dark matter halos. We consider halos generated from ΛCDM simulations of gravitational clustering, as well as isolated, spherical collapses. The logarithmic density slopes d log /d log r of the ΛCDM halos are found to vary as power-laws in radius, reaching values of −1 at the innermost resolved radii, 10−2rvir. This behavior is significantly different from that of broken power-law models like the NFW profile, but similar to that of models like de Vaucouleurs'. Accordingly, we compare the N-body density profiles with various parametric models to find which provide the best fit. We consider an NFW-like model with arbitrary inner slope; Dehnen & McLaughlin's anisotropic model; Einasto's model (identi- cal in functional form to S´ersic's model but fit to the space density); and the density model of Prugniel & Simien that was designed to match the deprojected form of S´ersic's R1/n law. Over- all, the best-fitting model to the ΛCDM halos is Einasto's, although the Prugniel-Simien and Dehnen-McLaughlin models also perform well. With regard to the spherical collapse halos, both the Prugniel-Simien and Einasto models describe the density profiles well, with an rms scatter some four times smaller than that obtained with either the NFW-like model or the 3-parameter Dehnen-McLaughlin model. Finally, we confirm recent claims of a systematic variation in profile shape with halo mass.
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Immersion freezing of ice nucleation active protein complexes
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 13, 5751-5766, 2013
Abstract Final revised paper (PDF, 835 KB) Discussion paper (ACPD)
Experimental quantification of contact freezing in an electrodynamic balance
Atmos. Meas. Tech., 6, 2373-2382, 2013
Abstract Final revised paper (PDF, 5201 KB) Discussion paper (AMTD)
Immersion freezing of birch pollen washing water
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 13, 10989-11003, 2013
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Influence of surface morphology on the immersion mode ice nucleation efficiency of hematite particles
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 14, 2315-2324, 2014
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Kaolinite particles as ice nuclei: learning from the use of different kaolinite samples and different coatings
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 14, 5529-5546, 2014
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Particle surface area dependence of mineral dust in immersion freezing mode: investigations with freely suspended drops in an acoustic levitator and a vertical wind tunnel
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 14, 12343-12355, 2014
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A comprehensive parameterization of heterogeneous ice nucleation of dust surrogate: laboratory study with hematite particles and its application to atmospheric models
Summary: A new heterogeneous ice nucleation parameterization is developed and implemented in cloud models. The results of our simulations suggest stronger influence of dust particles lifted to the upper troposphere on heterogeneous nucleation and more ice nucleation at temperature and humidity conditions relevant to both mixed-phase and cirrus clouds when compared to the existing parametrical frameworks.
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 14, 13145-13158, 2014
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BINARY: an optical freezing array for assessing temperature and time dependence of heterogeneous ice nucleation
Summary: A new optical freezing array for the study of heterogeneous ice nucleation in microliter-sized droplets is introduced, tested and applied to the study of immersion freezing in aqueous Snomax suspensions. Using different cooling rates, a small time dependence of ice nucleation induced by two different classes of ice nucleators was detected and the corresponding heterogeneous ice nucleation rate coefficient was quantified.
Atmos. Meas. Tech., 8, 689-703, 2015
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Intercomparing different devices for the investigation of ice nucleating particles using Snomax® as test substance
Summary: Immersion freezing measurements from seven different measurement techniques were intercompared using a biological ice nucleating material from bacteria. Although different techniques examined differently concentrated droplets, it was possible to find a uniform description, which showed that results from all experiments were generally in good agreement and were also in agreement with parameterizations published earlier in literature.
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 15, 1463-1485, 2015
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A comprehensive laboratory study on the immersion freezing behavior of illite NX particles: a comparison of 17 ice nucleation measurement techniques
Summary: Seventeen ice nucleation measurement techniques contributed to investigate the immersion freezing behavior of illite NX. All data showed a similar temperature trend, but the measured ice nucleation activity was on average smaller for the wet suspended samples and higher for the dry-dispersed aerosol samples at high temperatures. A continued investigation and collaboration is necessary to obtain further insights into consistency or diversity of ice nucleation measurements.
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 15, 2489-2518, 2015
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Ice nucleation by water-soluble macromolecules
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 15, 4077-4091, 2015
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Single-particle characterization of ice-nucleating particles and ice particle residuals sampled by three different techniques
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 15, 4161-4178, 2015
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New particle-dependent parameterizations of heterogeneous freezing processes: sensitivity studies of convective clouds with an air parcel model
Summary: In mid-latitudes, the major fraction of precipitation is initiated via the ice phase. Cloud model simulations estimated the role of aerosol particle types and heterogeneous freezing modes on the ice phase. The results show that the formation of mixed-phase and ice clouds is promoted by the immersion freezing mode, broad drop size spectra containing small as well as large drops, insoluble particles composed by bacteria, feldspar, and illite, and temperatures below -25°C.
Atmos. Chem. Phys., 15, 12741-12763, 2015
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Hilary Park is a Brooklyn-based designer with a gorgeous sliver of a store on a quiet street in Williamsburg—not to mention an awesome website full of visually rich photographs of her stunning designs. Her pieces all seem to be inspired by a magical fantasy world, with dinosaur cufflinks, spiky eclipse bangles, silver whipstitched cuffs and Maori bracelets that look like ninja stars (although a playful disclaimer notes that "any resemblance to any imagined weaponry, current or former, is entirely coincidental").
Park makes almost everything in-house, working with one-of-a-kind stones, sheet metal and hand saws. "I create hand-made pieces that are unreplicatable but not out of reach," she told me. The result is a collection of delicate, charming and slightly addictive treasures at a wide variety of price points (from $85 to $25,000). Each one has a heft to it that feels good and somehow, well, meaningful.
My favorite Park items are these astrological pendants—small silver discs featuring artistic interpretations of each sign's symbol. The collection was inspired by Park's pre-jewelry-designer days as a Wall Street bond trader. "Since the first rule of bond trading is 'Don't trade if there is nothing to trade,' I became an astrologer to bored traders," she said. When Park was laid off from her finance job, her former co-workers were happy to start paying for her previously-free astrological insights. She later learned that in India, some stones are said to cure astrological ills—and she couldn't resist the chance to add zodiac-based jewelry design to her chart-reading skills.
"When I first started, I internally criticized my own work because it had imperfections," Park explained. "But now I love them…a machine could not create them."
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Yet asked what he would say to Woodward, the biographer paused before abandoning himself to his professional instincts.
Philip Roth wants at least one biographer to get it right, more or less, and I'm the lucky guy.
But he was still averting his eyes from death, and his biographer says he approached the end in denial.
According to the biographer, Dasso Saldivar, Vargas Llosa ran off to Stockholm with a Swedish stewardess he met while traveling.
Tolkien biographer John Garth on how it paved the way for The Lord of the Rings.
How, with all his energy, he managed to pay his way is a mystery, which his biographer is unable fully to solve.
So early had Boswell made his resolve to be the biographer of Johnson.
The biographer of Rienzi gives additional evidence of the fact.
Dignity and respectability have ruined alike the historian and the biographer.
It is an insult to a woman for her husband to assume, or for his biographer to assume for him, that he could be kind to her.
1715; see biography + -er (1). Earlier was biographist (1660s).
Of every great and eminent character, part breaks forth into public view, and part lies hid in domestic privacy. Those qualities which have been exerted in any known and lasting performances may, at any distance of time, be traced and estimated; but silent excellencies are soon forgotten; and those minute peculiarities which discriminate every man from all others, if the are not recorded by those whom personal knowledge enabled to observe them, are irrecoverably lost. [Johnson, "Life of Sir Thomas Browne," 1756]


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Canada $0.59 US $1.03 International $1.75 Ouch - Tell me about it.
I went to the postal outlet last week to stock up toward the next few rounds and came out with $140 less cash in my pocket.
So now you can understand the why when I cram an envelope with up to three images to under 30g on what is supposed to be a postcard exchange.
I just want to get my moneys worth out of the minimum rate that my postal carrier charges.


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my son is 8 weeks ald and since the day he was born his security and happiness has been my number one priority (even before he was born!) i love having him near me all the time, he sleeps in my bed, i hold him/wear him throughout the day and he is very happy/content with all of this
my only concern is that he used to enjoy his "independent time" i would lay him in his co sleeper while he was awake and watch him and he would have so much fun kicking around. he also liked sitting in his seat while i took a quick shower and listening to the sound of the water. he also used to love riding in the car. it made me happy that he loved being near me but was also happy doing some things on his own.
recently, he doesnt want to lay down on his blankets and play or listen while i take a shower or ride in the car. he just wants to be held 24/7. i am fine with this and love holding him but i am worried because i feel like he doesnt enjoy the things he used to. in his first month, he liked to sleep in his co sleeper during the night but now he hates it. he wont sleep at night unless he is snuggled up next to me and i have my arm around him. his dad is worried that i may be holding him too much, even though i dont think its possibleto spoil a baby. i would just like some input/ support .. has anyone else gone through this with a really young baby ?
i love the bond me and him have and wouldnt change anything but it makes me sad to see him hate and resent things that used to make him happy = (


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The Second Teaser For 'Mockingjay' Has Us REALLY Excited!
Believe us, you're not going to want to miss this!
Believe us, you're not going to want to miss this!
Well, if you hate walking down the steps this is another route!
Maybe you remember...maybe you don't. However, Jimmy Kimmel totally predicted the Bachelorette finalists a few months ago.
Curtis found this video while perusing facebook. He said it was super creepy!
Check out the video of an F-16 that recently buzzed a group of spectators right before it landed at an airport in England. It got so low, they actually DUCKED because they thought it might HIT them.
Some guy was at New Smyrna Beach, Florida with his family on Friday, just south of Daytona Beach. And at one point he left to put his kids down for a nap.
Then when he went back to get their stuff, two women who look to be in their 50's were trying to STEAL it, including a big canopy that was set up for shade.
Curtis won the mammoth of all whoopee cushions at an arcade. We compared it to the regular sized whoopee cushion we had already in the studio.
Clearly this Norwegian guy was drunk or something when he accepted the challenge to do a back flip and just went head first into a bush.
A little boy performed Lady Gaga at his school's talent show and NAILED IT!
Some singer named Rob Cantor came up with a pretty clever way to promote his new album. He does impressions too, so he recorded himself singing a song called "Perfect" . . . as 29 different celebrities.
If you haven't seen it yet, check out the video of a woman in Portland, Oregon trying to parallel park in a HUGE parking spot that's big enough for TWO cars. She takes over two MINUTES trying to get into it . . . then finally gives up and drives away.


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An Invitation To Accept Christ A Letter From Heaven A Letter From Hell Donate
Can We Be Happy In Heaven Knowing Our Loved Ones Are In Hell? The Urgency of Time Prayer
ABC's of Being Saved Printable E-Tracts Free "The Plan of Salvation" Tracts The Dark Night of the Soul
What Happens The Moment After You Die? Teen to Teen Biblical Answers to Your Spiritual Questions
Will We Know Each Other In Heaven? Am I Good Enough to Go to Heaven? The Last Days
Living in this fallen world with its heartaches,
disappointments and suffering,
we long for heaven!
Our eyes turn upward when our spirit is bent
to our eternal home in glory,
that the Lord Himself is preparing for those who love Him.
to be far more beautiful, beyond our imagination.
Roses shall blossom abundantly upon the new earth.
We shall breathe in its beauty,
captivated by the One who created it all.
"Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped.
Then shall the lame man leap as an hart,
and the tongue of the dumb sing:
for in the wilderness shall waters break out,
and streams in the desert."
~ Isaiah 35:5-6
Our hearts shall be so filled with joy
that we'll see Him everywhere!
In the rolling hills and in the soft green pastures.
In the sparkles that dance on the lake!
Most of all, we shall see Him!
We shall behold His glory!
He shall shine as the sun in pure radiance
as He welcomes us home in glory.
We will have intimate fellowship with Him
and He with us, in the new Jerusalem.
What shall we say in His presence?
Oh, the tears that shall flow when we kiss
His nail scarred hands and feet!
The uncertainties of life shall be made known to us,
when we see our Savior face to face.
We'll have a glorious reunion with our loved ones,
those who fell asleep in Jesus.
Oh, to see their smile and feel their touch...
never to part again!
Those who the Lord gave to us to help us through
the hardships of life will be our faithful friends again.
We'll laugh and reminisce, enjoying one another
and welcome them into our homes.
Our labor for the Lord shall be sweet,
untouched by the frustrations we've known on the Earth.
Those who plow the fields shall have no sweat on their brow.
No thistles, or multifloral rose bushes to get entangled in.
No need of sunscreen in the new Jerusalem!
In heaven, we'll feel at home and be at home
in a place we've always longed for.
For some, it may be a place in the mountains,
or a place on the hill that you have grown to love.
Nestled among soft pines and quiet hemlocks
your soul found rest in its quiet retreat,
listening to the sound of the water flowing over the rocks,
you breathe in its fragrance,
of honeysuckle that grace its winding creek.
There your spirit feels restored...
Yet, here you realize "We're not home yet."
The Lord is preparing for you a home of your dreams.
Oh soul, what a wonderful place heaven will be!
We'll have eternity to fulfill our dreams
and get reacquainted with long, lost friends.
Those whose lives have been torn apart
will be closely knitted together,
for the separation they had on the Earth beneath.
"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow,
nor crying, neither shall there be any pain:
for the former things are passed away."
~ Revelation 21:4
The best is yet to be!
We're just pilgrims passing through
seeking a better country, a heavenly one.
Our relationship shall be pure and wholesome,
listening to every word that flows from His lips
when we shall be together in glory.
"We are confident, I say,
and willing rather to be absent from the body,
and to be present with the Lord."
~ 2 Corinthians 5:8
coming down from God out of heaven,
prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
~ Revelation 21:2
and God Himself shall be with them, and be their God."
~ Revelation 21:3b
~ Revelation 22:4a&5b
It should overwhelm our hearts how much the Lord really loves us!
To think that He who spoke the earth into existence,
is preparing a city for those who love Him.
Yet, if you don't believe in the Lord, you're going to hell.
There is no pleasant way to say it.
The Scripture says,
"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God."
~ Romans 3:23
"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus
and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead,
thou shalt be saved."
~ Romans 10:9
Don't fall asleep without Jesus
until you are assured of a place in heaven.
Tonight, if you would like to receive the gift of eternal life
first you must believe in the Lord.
You have to ask for your sins to be forgiven
and put your trust in the Lord.
To be a believer in the Lord, ask for eternal life.
There's only one way to heaven and that's through the Lord Jesus.
That's God's wonderful plan of salvation.
You can begin a personal relationship with Him
by praying from your heart a prayer such as the following:
"Oh God, I'm a sinner.
I've been a sinner all of my life.
Forgive me, Lord.
I receive Jesus as my Savior.
I trust Him as my Lord.
Thank you for saving me.
In Jesus' name, Amen."
you have never received the
Lord Jesus as your personal Savior, but
have received Him today after
reading this invitation, please let us know.
If you have never received the Lord Jesus as your personal Savior,
but have received Him today after reading this invitation, please let us know.
We would love to hear from you. Your first name is sufficient.
"Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved"
~ Acts 2:21b
God's Simple Plan of Salvation in various languages:
Resources for Spiritual Growth and Discipleship
Scriptural references for your personal study on this topic:
Isaiah 35:1-10, John 14:1-13, 1 Corinthians 2:9, 13:12,
Hebrews 11:16, Revelation 7:13-17, 21: 1-27, 22:1-5


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During the height of recallopalooza 2014, a coalition of consumer advocacy groups raised concerns about CarMax, alleging that the nation's largest used vehicle seller was misleading customers with claims of "Quality Certified" cars and "125+ point" inspections while not revealing that some cars had been recalled for safety issues that had not yet been repaired. More than a year later, a new report shows that CarMax is continuing this practice, which one legislator has dubbed "used car recall roulette." [More]
CarMax Plays "Used Car Recall Roulette" By Selling Potentially Dangerous Vehicles
9-Out-Of-10 GM Ignition Switch Compensation Claims Denied
The fund set up by General Motors to compensate victims of the carmaker's long-ignored ignition switch defect ultimately acknowledged that GM was responsible for 124 deaths and 257 injuries, but these confirmed instances only represent a small portion of the thousands of claims rejected by the fund. [More]
Apple Offers To Fix Cameras That Take Blurry Photos On Some iPhone 6 Plus Phones
Can't take a photo on your iPhone 6 Plus that doesn't come out blurry? You're not alone: Apple says it's recalling a select batch of the Plus phones to fix an issue with the iSight camera that can make even your best efforts come out wobbly. [More]
Madewell Recalls 50,900 Pairs Of Shoes That Could Cause Wearers To Trip And Fall
You're just strolling along, feeling fine and looking good in your new, $60 Madewell sandals when suddenly, you trip and fall. It's not you — or at least, it might not just be your own personal clumsiness — the J. Crew-owned company says 50,600 pairs of sandals it sold in the U.S. and Canada have a metal shank that can dislodge from the inside of the shoe and break through the bottom of the outsole, posing a fall hazard. [More]
Why Don't Huge Privacy Flaws Result In Recalled Smartphones?
When a car has a major flaw, like a potentially lethal airbag, it gets recalled. Same for a coffeemaker, or a surfboard, or a prescription drug. But when that major flaw is in a product's software — like a huge exploit that puts literally a billion consumers' privacy and personal data at risk — there's no universal process out there for remedying the situation. Do we need one? And if so, how can we get one? [More]
IKEA Recalling 442,000 Nightlights Over Shock Risk
Ah, the nightlight: that beam of hope that cuts through the dark and soothed us when we were young and afraid. Or you know, old and also still not cool with complete blackness. In either case, you might want to check if your nightlight is one of the 442,000 IKEA is recalling after a child received a minor electrical shock when handling one. [More]
Blue Bell Says Ice Cream Will Be Back In Some Stores On Aug. 31
The nightmare is over, Blue Bell fans: four months after a recall linked to a listeria outbreak saw the ice cream disappear from shelves, months filled with speculation over when the company would start churning out dessert again, Blue Bell will be returning to select stores starting Aug. 31. [More]
More Recalls Under A More Watchful Eye Is The "New Normal" For Auto Regulators
Back in January, newly appointed chief of the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, Mark Rosekind predicted that 2015 could see even more recalls than the recallapalooza that was 2014.While, the 32.4 million cars recalled in the first eight months of the year still pales in comparison to the more than 63 million called back last year, Rosekind wasn't completely off on his forecast – namely that the agency would take a less forgiving approach to possible safety defects. [More]
Truckloads Of Blue Bell Ice Cream Heading To Stores
Stay strong, Americans in southern states: it might be almost the end of summer, but your frozen dessert salvation may be soon at hand. The Blue Bell ice cream plant in Sylacauga, Alabama, which was never officially linked to any cases of listeriosis, began producing test batches in July and gained approval to distribute their products last week. [More]
Blue Bell's Alabama Plant Gets State Approval To Distribute Ice Cream
Blue Bell ice cream has been off the shelves for some months now due to an outbreak of listeriosis that hospitalized ten people and killed three. Now there's hope for desperate Blue Bell fans: the company's production facility in Alabama, which didn't cause any known illnesses, has been making test batches of ice cream and will now be allowed to distribute them. [More]
Jeep Cherokee Owners File Lawsuit Against Fiat Chrysler, Harman After Hackers Wirelessly Hijack Vehicle
It was inevitable: A few weeks after hackers showed that a Jeep Cherokee could be hijacked remotely, three car owners have filed a lawsuit seeking class-action status against Fiat Chrylser Automobiles and Harman International, the maker of the Uconnect onboard infotainment system. [More]
Kraft Recalling 36,000 Cases Of Cheese Due To Packaging Choking Hazard
True story: I had a friend in college who often wanted a snack while we were out and about on weekend nights guzzling Milwaukee's Best Light. To curb her cravings, she'd often stick a few Kraft singles cheese slices in her purse, conveniently wrapped in plastic for individual snacking opportunities. Alas, that same convenient packaging is at the heart of a new voluntary recall from Kraft, over concerns that people could choke on the plastic wrapping. [More]
Regulators Deny Request For Investigation Into 5 Million Fiat Chrysler Vehicles
Following a probe into 23 safety recalls and 11 million cars – which resulted in a record-setting $105 million fine – it appears that Fiat Chrysler is getting a little bit of good news from federal regulators. The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration has decided to not open an investigation into nearly five million other vehicles over power system failures. [More]
July Recall Roundup: Of Course Kids Are Going To Chew On Their Strollers
In this month's recall roundup, a stroller wasn't designed to be chewed on, a fish tank heater might cook your fish instead of keeping them comfortable, and a lawn mower may fling grass clippings at the person operating the vehicle. It's a dangerous world out there, apparently. [More]
Kroger Recalls Garlic Powder, Cinnamon, Pepper & Fake Bacon Over Salmonella Risk
If you've bought any Kroger-brand seasonings (and/or fake bacon bits) recently, listen up: The nation's second-largest supermarket chain has issued a recall affecting four different products that may be tainted with salmonella. [More]
Bill Would Create Program To Notify Drivers Of Safety Recalls When Applying For Registration
Earlier this year, legislators introduced a bill that would require consumers to fix any outstanding safety recall on their vehicle before a registration renewal would be granted. While that measure has gone nowhere since March, a newly introduced highway reauthorization bill includes a provision that would create a pilot program for a similar plan. [More]
After Two Reported Deaths, IKEA Offering Free Wall Anchoring Kit For 27M Dressers & Chests That May Tip Over
When kids are around furniture, there's no guarantee that they'll treat chairs, tables and dressers as such, and instead, might see them as fun things to climb. But scaling furniture that isn't meant to be scaled could cause it to tip over and crush a young person — especially if it isn't anchored to the wall. That danger is leading IKEA to offer a free wall anchoring kit for a total of about 27 million chests and dressers, after two deaths were reported from furniture that fell and crushed children underneath. [More]
Senate Committee Votes Down Several Auto Safety Reforms
Since automakers began recalling vehicles in force last year – punctuated by the millions of models covered by General Motors' massive ignition switch defect and Takata's explosive airbags – lawmakers have been trying to push through reforms that would make it more difficult to keep potentially deadly automobiles on the roadways. But proposed laws such as those that would impose fines on owners of vehicles who don't follow-through with recall repairs or barring used car dealers from selling vehicles with unrepaired recalls likely won't see the light of day after being voted down by a Senate committee last week. [More]