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Welcome back everyone! Since this is an old fic, I updated all the chapters (8/11/2012). I strongly recommend rereading them so you know what's going on! So enjoy! Ah yes, this chapter is dedicated to Smiles-X-Giggles, for inspiring me to do more to develop Raven and Starfire's relationship, and also for beta reading this chapter. Thus the title of this chapter is "Games" :) Please read & review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, nor Converses, just this story and my own, dear characters.
Chapter 9 : Games
Passion in the Palace
"This," Lee roared, hovering his hand frantically over the water damaged scene that was the master bed and bathroom. "Is completely, UNACCEPTABLE!" Workers droned in and out of the massive double doors that seemed themselves to be drooping in shame, which the Prince and Princess obvious lacked as they glared at each other while Lee freaked out. "This is the master bedroom! For the betrothed heirs of Silver Stone Island—can't you see what you've done!? The greenhouse, the theater room, the ballroom, the front terrace, but Heaven's sake, your own room?! You think you can just rip showers out of the wall whenever you feel like disagreeing?! Queen Rochelle will not be happy, this isn't just your ungrateful necks on the line here but mine as well!"
Robin glared at Raven standing opposite of him in the doorway. She connected his glare with her own, the daggers she shot screeched, "This is your fault. You stayed here all night and let the water get this bad and now I have to hear it from this diva because of your negligence."
Robin stared back incredulously, his chest rising at the wrongful accusation. His glare said to her, "Seriously? You think this is all my fault? Who's the one who decided to rip the showerhead off to begin with?"
"...And don't even get me started on these handmade Iranian carpets!"
"Look, jackwad. None of this would have happened if you weren't such a jerk last night."
"Oh, I'm the jerk now?"
"You've always been the jerk."
"And all the things you said to Speedy weren't of jerk language?"
"DON'T you bring Speedy into this, this is about your stupid negligence!"
Lee slowed down his ranting as he noticed Robin and Raven pretty much in each other's faces, having some sort of unspoken heated debate. "Are you guys even paying attention?"
"Every word." They both muttered, never severing the angry connection they were forging.
Lee sighed and rubbed his temples, tucking his cell phone under his arm. "Look, unless you both want to be beheaded, I suggest you get out before the Queen finds out," Lee glanced at his sparkling watch. "Which is a miracle she hasn't found out all ready. Collect your little gang of teenagers and get out, please."
Robin and Raven looked side long at Lee, Rochelle must really be pissed if Lee of all people was going the extra mile to save their asses.
"And where do you suggest we go." Raven demanded.
"I don't know, food, whatever, it's not my concern just get out and don't get into anything stupid." Lee turned his attention to the cleaning cart that stood alone a little ways off. "Josie, you and, er, Beast Boy take these two with you somewhere."
Allikat and a green rat crept out from behind the cart looking guilty. Obviously they failed at eavesdropping. Beast Boy warped back to his human form and pushed Allikat on in front to the bedroom doors, weaving between the frantic workers. As they both caught sight of the dangerous looks of suspicion Robin and Raven gave them, they both plastered cheesing faces on.
"Oh don't worry about it Lee, we know the perfect place!" Beast Boy chimed.
"Right, and who am I to turn down getting dismissed so early in the day!" Allikat grabbed Robin's arm and pulled him down the stairs as Beast Boy did the same to Raven.
"Do I dare ask what 'the perfect place' is?" Raven asked without excitement.
"Just a place, called my former job." Allikat said over her shoulder.
"And why are we going to your former job?" Robin asked.
"Because its tasty!" Beast Boy shouted as they neared the front door. The doorman looked at him startled, and gestured if he should open the door. "Wait right here, I'll go get Starfire."
"And I'll go get Cy."
And with that, Beast Boy and Allikat dashed off in different directions, leaving Robin and Raven standing alone in the palace foyer with the doorman standing by dutifully.
Robin turned to Raven, who slid the hood of her thin dark-gray hoodie over her head and stood cross-armed, opposite of him. "Raven, for the sake of our friendships here, can you at least attempt to –"
"Shut up, Robin. I'll be a good girl, if you be a good boy."
"Fine then." Robin said, agitated. When Beast Boy pulled Starfire into the foyer, Robin gave Raven a look before going to Starfire and asking her how her rest was.
Raven rolled her eyes.
Cyborg came into the foyer then, holding Allikat up on his massive robotic shoulder. "So Allikat told me where we're goin'. And I have one suggestion," he said with booming pride. He walked over to Raven, and to her surprise, plucked her up and propped her so both girls were seated on either of his shoulders. "We take the Monster."
- x -
The monster truck ride to the Pizza Joint was interesting enough. As it turned out, it was indeed the same convertible monster truck Raven saw when she was on her way to the palace for the first time. And just as she saw them through the limousine window that day, Cyborg was yelling "BOOO YAAAHH!" and Robin was yelling "WOO HOOO!" as Cyborg raced the wheeled monster down the long palace drive. Beast Boy, sitting beside AlliKat with Robin and Starfire in the backseat, had morphed into a Harlequin Great Dane with his massive tongue flapping in the wind. Allikat was sitting on the headrest, rocking out to the rock remix of a popular rap song that blasted from the monster truck's surround sound. Starfire was halfway in the front, halfway in the back squealing in delight next to Raven's ear. Raven fought the urge to form a solid black wall to keep Starfire in the back, but stopped when Cyborg happily slapped Raven on the back. He gave a remote to Raven, and told her to choose her favorite station to blast. Before she could even take it, Starfire squealed and grabbed the remote, fascinated, and began flipping through stations, making Allikat stop mid-head pound. Starfire paused on a Classical station, delighted with the old-man opera singing. When Robin and human form Beast Boy tried to grab the remote from her hand to change the station, she held her tall, slim but muscular arm high in the air above their reach, and the group listened to Opera music all the way downtown.
- x -
At the Pizza Joint, Speedy greeted the group outside and welcomed them in. They all sat down at a large round table near the Arcade, and talked about their favorite pizza and favorite kind of games. Beast Boy, unable to bare most everyone talking about Meat Lover's pizza, went with Allikat to the front of the restaurant where the cash register and wall menu were. Allikat comfortably hit the familiar bell on the counter while Beast Boy looked over the vegetarian menu.
"Hey girl, what on Earth brings you back to the Joint?" behind the counter, a curvaceous girl with glowing chocolate skin and a translucent pair of wings skated over to Allikat.
"The gang wants pizza, and what better place to go than to the Joint? Plus, I'm not gonna pass up a chance to see my practical sister."
The girl put a hand on her hip, her wings coaxing a better response in slow questioning flaps. "You mean you need help getting Marmalade off your flustered nerves."
Allikat blushed as the girl pointed a tomato sauce covered spoon in Speedy's direction. "Bumblebee I can't believe you're pushing that on me, when I just got here. Come on now."
"You know he sulked around for a week when you left?"
'Just a week?' Allikat thought, rather disappointed.
"And look at him now, since you found him again he's been smiling all over the place. He finally talks about stuff that doesn't have to do with just meaningless sex."
Both girls looked on at Speedy. He was drinking yet another Sobe, explaining the rules of a card game called Egyptian Rat Screw to Robin, Raven, Cyborg and Starfire. Cyborg was engrossed in the rules, Starfire looked confused and determined. Robin pretended to pay attention, sneaking glances at Raven, who stared menacingly at Starfire. "You can only slam when there's a sandwich, double, or ten-on-jack. Slam the deck wrong and you have to burn three cards from the top of your deck." Speedy expertly shifted the deck, creating arches of cards on the table, scooping them up, and creating arches in the air. "Got that Princess?" Starfire responded with a question, but it was clear Speedy meant to address Raven.
Allikat rested her eyes on Raven. Speedy was trying to get her attention but she seemed focused on avoiding contact with Robin, who had his arm around Starfire's chair and was clarifying the rules for her. Looking back to Speedy and back again to Raven, Allikat said, "And you honestly think he's insouciant because of me."
"Sure," Bumblebee said.
'I don't think you're so right on that,' Allikat thought.
Bumblebee straightened up and addressed Beast Boy, who was drooling at the veggie pizza on the menu. "Mr. Green now I've seen you here a couple times before with the Prince."
Beast Boy snapped out of his reverie and turned to Bumblebee. "Uh, yeah," he smiled. "I'm Beast Boy."
"Mhm." Bee nodded and pointed with her spoon to the Tamaranian slamming her hand incorrectly on the deck of cards. "And who's the orange giant?"
"That's Starfire," Allikat said. "She's an old friend of the gang. She's staying at the palace since her planet's under attack. She's the Princess of Tamaran."
Bee acknowledged the flat glare Raven didn't seem to know she was giving Starfire. "A friend of the whole gang?"
"Well, not quite Raven."
"Raven hates Starfire for some reason," Beast Boy interjected.
"Maybe she's just jealous," Bee offered, as Raven got up from the table and left when Stafire squeezed Robin's hand in glee.
"WHAT?!" Beast Boy and Allikat blurted.
"Over Robin?"
"They freaking hate each other!" Allikat and Beast Boy started imitating what it'd be like if Robin and Raven where to show affection to each other. They couldn't take how bizarre they thought it would be, and busted out laughing.
Cyborg glanced up from the game at the sound of exploding laughter.
Bumblebee sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Glancing back at the table, her eyes connected with Cyborg's.
"And who," Bee's eyebrow rose and a sly, predatory smile formed on her full, crimson lips. "Might that hunk of android be?"
Allikat cleared her eyes from laughter "That— is Cyborg. And he's not an android, he's human."
"Yeah," Beast Boy said. "He's just got computer-machine parts."
Bumblebee smiled more dangerously, still holding her gaze with Cyborg. "M." she said in satisfaction. "I like him already."
Allikat grinned to Beast Boy. "Uh oh. Looks like Bee's been activated. She always liked her machine-toys, you know what I mean?"
Beast Boy spun around and gagged, fire burning on his cheeks.
"Hey, Bumblebee!" An incredibly short Mexican guy jumped up on the counter in front of Bumblebee, waving his red-gloved hands in front of her face. "Boss says to get back to work!"
Bumblebee blinked and gave an annoyed look to the little guy. "Más—"
Another short guy jumped onto the counter, a duplicate of the first. He was just as hyper and energized as the first. "Si, hermana, you know we're extra short on staff!"
"Damn, Menos I know!" Bee raised her voice and pushed away from the counter. "You Pizza Joint Nazi's don't eva let me forget." She started heading for the back, her shoulders raised in irritation. Relaxing, she looked back to Cyborg, smiled when they made eye contact, and disappeared into the back kitchen.
"What did she say to me?" One of the short guys said to the other. "¿Qué ella dijo a mí?"
"Aye, Menos let it go! We have customers!" Más turned and smiled at Beast Boy and Allikat.
"Aye! Customers!" Menos turned and smiled. "¿Cómo podemos ayudarle?"
There was a loud yelling in the back, and a manly voiced called for Más and Menos.
"¡Lo siento pero tenemos que ir!"
"¡Si! ¡Lo siento!" And together, they spun off into the kitchen, leaving Beast Boy and Allikat with blank expressions.
"Any idea what they said?"
"Beats me."
- x -
When Raven got up and left the game, Speedy tossed down his stack of cards. "Uh, I don't wanna play anymore, Rob you take over." Allikat slid in, picked up Speedy's cards and continued where he left off.
Speedy walked over to Raven, standing by the large window near the entrance. "Hey Princess, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," Raven said irritably.
"Oh come on. Is it the Starfire?"
Raven cringed. "I just don't appreciate when people whisper to each other like everyone else isn't there. I've had enough of that done to me in high school, and I don't need it on what's supposed to be my own turf."
"Wow, you really just can't stand that girl."
Raven confirmed this with a lazy glare out the window.
Speedy stepped closer to Raven. "OK. You know something is wrong when I have to be your voice of reason," he started. Both jumped when Beast Boy slammed his fist on the table, morphing from an unseen fly to a now winning Gorilla, and caused everyone to shout in surprise.
"Yo Green Man!" Bee shouted halfway between the kitchen doors. "Save your changing for OUTSIDE the joint!"
"As I was saying," Speedy said, as if this sort of thing happened all the time in the Pizza Joint. "You can't avoid her—she's here for a while and everyone seems more than willing to accommodate her."
"Accommodate her?" Raven hissed, causing Robin to very carefully look their way. "Since when do her needs come before those of the country's own Princess's?"
"Ahh, and there it is." Speedy expertly projected his voice toward Robin. "The Princess finally admits that she has needs that aren't being met. Hey Más and Menos! Let's get the Princess of Silver Stone an apple cinnamon pizza for her new found sense of self!"
"¡Sí Señor! Coming right up!"
"I don't have any needs that I can't take care of myself."
"Now you're starting to sound like Bumblebee over there. All I'm saying is that it might turn out to be more satisfying to let her in than push her away."
"Why would I let someone in that I don't trust."
"Well, do you trust Cyborg and Beast Boy and Robin and Allikat?"
"You trust that they all want what's best for you, right?"
"I suppose, that is if they want what's best for their own future."
"Come on, Raven. If you can trust them, trust that their friendship with Starfire is made with good will and consideration. Besides, you'll only be hurting what you have with everyone else."
Unwillingly, Raven 's mind traveled back to her fight with Robin, after their somewhat bonding experience under the clouds. "...You can't be nice to Starfire like the rest of us... ...Forget it. There's only one person I'd tell anything to, and it's not you." Raven groaned and slid her eyes nearly closed. It was so frustrating and impossible that any of this bothered her, that she cared at all. If it bothered her so much to lose what she had with someone she didn't like over Starfire, what would it be like if she drifted apart from Beast Boy, from Cyborg? Even Speedy and Allikat seemed to be warming up awfully quick to the orange alien.
"Are you falling for Starfire too?" Raven asked accusingly.
"I think she's pretty hot-"
"Okay, okay. I don't think she's so bad." He finally admitted. Raven sighed. "Small steps, Raven. Just as she's trying to make with you."
"With me." Raven repeated, unconvinced. At that moment, Starfire was raising Robin's hand in victory.
"Yeees, with you. I know you didn't forget about that tea she made for you."
Raven's mouth salivated instantly. Annoyed, she rubbed the corner of her mouth with her hoodie on the back of her knuckles. "Is that dessert pizza ready yet," she said, changing the subject. On cue, Más and Menos spun up in a flash, producing a sizzling, 42 inch Apple and Cinnamon Crunch dessert pizza.
"Extra big for our extra beautiful princess!" Más said, balancing on top of Menos's shoulders.
Raven stared at the huge golden pizza in disbelief. "There's no way I can eat this whole thing."
"Bueno, Princesa, you'd better try." Menos said, receiving a stomp on the shoulder from Más.
"You want me to carry that for you?" Allikat approached Raven, giving Speedy the Why-didn't-you-ask-her-that-already look. He seemed uncharacteristically submerged in very deep thought.
"Uh, no, it's okay." Raven said, but Allikat already slipped the over-sized pan of pizza onto the top of her head and balanced it with rather graceful, light fingertips.
"Come on, Rae, I didn't leave this job because I couldn't stand working here."
"Why did you leave?" Raven asked curiously.
From under the large pan, Allikat's eyes shifted to Speedy, and back to Raven. She sighed.
"Oh," Raven understood, and Allikat was thankful that she truly did.
"Where do you want this?"
"I guess I can share it with the group," Raven said, giving in to the Small Steps for Friendship Program. As she and Allikat walked back to the table of loud teens, she reassured herself that this honest attempt to befriend Starfire was for the sake of what she had, and could have, with everyone else. 'Small Steps to Friendship', she thought to herself. If Jinx were here, she'd be dying on the floor laughing.
"Look what Princess Raven brought to share," Allikat sang to the group as she slid the delicious, sweet pizza into the center of the round table.
All but Robin voiced their surprise and appreciation to Raven, as if she was sharing the best birthday cake that was made with ingredients nobody could find anywhere.
Starfire, consumed by the kind gesture, snatched Raven's small body and propped her between herself and Cyborg. "Sit Princess Raven, and let us feast as we do on my home planet!" Starfire started to grab eight slices all together with her mouth gaping wide to bite.
"How about-" Raven slapped her hand to shut Starfire's mouth and inwardly shuddered at the contact. "-we eat like normal Earthlings, and take one or two slices at a time."
"Dude!" Best Boy exclaimed. "Since when is anything 'normal' about this group!"
"He has a point," Cyborg said.
"No," Starfire straightened herself and mimicked Raven's posture. "Let us do as Princess Raven says, and eat in the traditional Earthling way. Please, Princess Raven, will you teach me the way of Silver Stone dining?"
Raven sighed heavily. 'Small Steps... Small Steps.'
Robin, who had been irritated that Speedy was still here at all, glanced his way. What was his deal, talking to Raven in private as if they all weren't here together. And now that Raven was among everyone again, she seemed especially keen on ignoring him. Was it honestly that hard for Raven to open up to him again? Robin was the one who saved her-twice-at the night club. Robin was the one who had to sleep in the same bed with her most nights. Robin was the person she was engaged to, so why did she open up to Speedy and not him? And Speedy was standing way over there, pretending to be all thoughtful. Enough was enough, he thought. Robin got up and walked over to him.
"What are you getting at Speedy. What do you want with Raven."
Startled, Speedy dropped his hand from his chin. "What do I want? This isn't about me or you," Speedy said, pulling Robin's shoulder to the window so they could talk more privately. "We need to give Raven a push."
"What are you talking about."
"Raven needs to warm up to the group, including you, Wonder Boy, but especially to that pretty alien over there. So I have a plan."
"What are you scheming."
"What? Listen to you, you sound just like her."
"What do you know what she's like."
"Richard. Focus."
Robin narrowed his eyes. "Alright, I'm listening."
"Left to their own devices, those princesses and that beloved palace of yours would not even see the beginning to their successful friendship. So, as I said, we need to give them a little push. Sure, the rest of the gang can help, but it's gotta be you and me. Since you know Starfire oooh so well," Speedy made an obscene gesture with his hands at Robin. "You'll be more of her guiding force. And naturally, since Raven and I, ya know, bow chika bow wow chika bow wow, I'll be guiding her sweet, sexy—"
"OK Speedy stop, before I punch you in your fucking face."
"Alright, alright. So, with us as their gentle guides and conflict buffers, we encourage them through games."
"Well, more like opportunities to bond."
Robin looked back to the table. Raven—dark, quiet, and rather motionless—hopelessly lowered her face into her hand. Meanwhile bright, animate Starfire was grabbing the left over crusts from Raven's plate and every sauce and substance on the table, cheesing and giggling as she inhaled them all.
"How do you know Raven will want to go through with this."
"It will take time, Robin," Speedy said exhaustedly, reminding Robin of that mysterious phone call he got the night he met Raven. "But, with supportive friends it should go by much smoother."
Robin took a deep breath and looked at the princesses again. He did want to protect them, from each other. He wanted Raven just to be nice to Starfire, them being buddy-buddy wasn't exactly what he had in mind. That would make things a bit awkward, for reasons he couldn't really pinpoint. It made sense for him to guide Starfire, after all he'd always wanted to show her life on Earth. But would Raven and Speedy become inseparable with him as her guide? At this rate, they were already becoming inseparable. Yes, Robin would definitely prefer Raven to spend her time becoming friends with Starfire than getting closer and closer with his insufferable, long-time competition.
"I'm not gonna have to worry about you doing anything to either of them, am I?"
"Oh Robin," Speedy said, full of pity. "It's not me you should be worried about."
Robin gave Speedy a bewildered look.
"So, do we have a deal?" Speedy held out his hand.
Robin stared critically at Speedy's outstretched hand. Before he could take it, Speedy pulled his hand back.
"I'm probably gonna need residence at the palace, to make sure everything goes according to plan."
"No way," Robin started to turn away.
"Would you rather her come running back to me, alone, downtown again every time you do something to piss her off?"
"Fine," Robin said, gripping Speedy's hand hard. "One room. In the west wing. Where I can keep an eye on you."
"Heelloooo Palace life!" Speedy cheered. "It's great doin' business with ya, buddy."
"I'm not your buddy," Robin growled as Speedy threw a comradely arm over his shoulder.
"Oh, but you will be," Speedy generated yet another bottle of Sobe.
The two masked teens headed back to the group at the table.
"And what about the games?" Robin whispered.
"I have the perfect idea."
"Friend Robin and new Acquaintance Speedy!" Starfire greeted, rising from her seat. "Please join us in the 'whopping down' of the pizza!"
Raven looked up from her semi-permanent facepalm with a pale look that said, "Dear Mother of Azarath, please channel me strength."
Robin and Speedy sat down in sync, both picking up a slice of pizza and taking a bite like they were mirror images.
"So gang," Speedy started. "Have any of you been to a haunted house?"
- x - x - x -
As they all cleaned up and got ready to leave the Pizza Joint, each one of them shared their excitement about going to a haunted house. Cyborg, Beast Boy and Speedy spoke about past experiences and popular stories. Raven quietly voiced how the idea seemed "cool". Allikat asked Bumblebee if she'd like to come along, but due to short staff, Bee regretfully declined. Not without putting her number in Cyborg's system, though. Robin and Raven agreed that going to the palace before the haunted house was a bad idea, considering that Queen Rochelle was most likely back and would punish everyone for the destruction of their bed and bathroom. Eventually the chattering group made it to the parking lot where they headed back for the monster truck.
Robin waited for the group to go on ahead before he dropped back beside Raven. "Raven, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Starfire paused as everyone else carried on. "Friend Robin, are you and Princess Raven not joining us in the vehicle of monsters?"
"Yeah, just a minute Star. You guys go ahead we'll meet you at the truck in a few minutes."
Starfire nodded and flew after Cyborg, Speedy and Beast Boy.
"What do you want Robin, I'm tired of dealing with you."
"Look Raven, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a jerk last night. I was in a... not so good mood. And I'm really sorry for crashing you through the glass in the shower."
Raven raised an eyebrow.
"You just seemed so tough even though you're so small—"
"I'm not afraid to fight you, Robin."
That shocked Robin. He didn't expect her to say something like that. "Well... you kinda suck at fighting. I mean you're better than a lot of people but—"
"Is this what you came to tell me?"
"No, not at all. I just..." Robin was tongue tied, again. After all the fighting they'd been through, why did he need Raven to forgive him? Was a clean slate all that important? It seemed the only way to get her to open up to him again—a feeling that he was becoming strangely addicted to, even though he could never admit that. "I just think..." Raven was looking at him, expectantly, those big amethyst eyes once again waiting for him to say what he really should say. "I just think... you should be careful," he said finally.
"Careful." she repeated.
"Yeah. I know you guys've gotten to know each other somewhat, but I've known Speedy for a long time, and I just think—"
"Are you seriously on Speedy again? What is it with you and him?"
"Nothing, I just don't trust—"
"Oh you don't trust Speedy. It's okay for Robin to not trust Speedy but Heaven forbid I don't trust your little Tamaran."
"That's different, ok?"
"How is it different, Robin."
"Well for starters, Starfire is not some whore that wants to fuck everything in sight—"
Raven stared at him bewilderedly. "Speedy is not like that."
"Yes he is."
"No he's not."
"Yes he is!"
"No, Robin, he's not!"
"He was a horn dog in high school; he tried to screw every girl in his grade before he transferred and now—"
"Every girl?"
Raven and Robin both looked at Allikat, who was standing in disbelief between them and the Pizza Joint entrance.
"Did he really try to sleep with every girl?" She asked again, with vacant eyes.
When Robin nor Raven—still surprised that she had been there listening—didn't respond immediately, she shook her head and sped off to the monster truck. She climbed into the passenger seat and pulled out her mp3 player from the dashboard, and plugged the headphones into her ears.
Cyborg and the group looked up from the pavement and decided they should all get in too. When they noticed that Robin and Raven were still far away, Speedy yelled, "Hurry up you two! Or are you too chicken to step on to Heather's Drive?"
Raven turned back to Robin. "I've had plenty of time to listen to Speedy talk. And I can say without a doubt that Speedy is not actually like that," she said finally. "Besides, what does it matter if I happen to get taken advantage of? It doesn't matter to you."
"Of course it matters!" Robin glared seriously at Raven, causing them both to stop short in surprise. She stared at him, seeming confused. Yet again, her eyes presented him the opportunity to simply speak what was really on his mind, but instead, he found himself beating around the bush. "You can't just... go off with anyone, didn't your guardians ever tell you that?"
Raven glared at Robin, annoyed that he was starting to sound like Madam and Mister. "Are we done here?"
"All I wanted to do was apologize, Raven."
"Apology duly noted." Raven was now irritatingly uneasy at feeling her emotions mix at his sudden interest in her well being. How long was it going to last before he cut her off again?
"Why do you keep doing that! Why do you keep pushing me away?" Robin said before he could stop himself, and instantly regretted it.
Something ignited in Raven's eyes, and Robin felt an inexplicable tinge of sadness in the pit of his stomach. She looked him straight on, her face was expressionless, but her eyes...
"You, more than anyone else here, remind me that I'm not human. And you seem to do it, just because you can."
A powerful wave of shock paralyzed the air in Robin's chest. Sadness. Cold. Behind his mask, he searched Raven's face, her eyes, for a meaning that he couldn't seem to put together.
"You push me away Robin. I can't read minds very well, and since I'm not Starfire, I'll never know what's inside of yours. There are things about me that I don't want anyone to know. You saw me at a vulnerable time and walked away. So I'm sorry if you push me away, and I decide to stay on the safe side and do the same."
Raven stared vacantly at him for a few moments more, as he stared back, speechless. When she realized that some telling words had escaped her mouth, she suddenly shook. She fought to conceal her moment of vulnerability by shooting a vicious, accusing glare at him, but she couldn't help but feel that a part of her had been lost, or misplaced.
Robin, as quick and intelligent as he was, could not think of one thing to say. When he managed to swallow, Raven melted into her shadowy soul-self and materialized in the back seat of the monster truck, looking epically pissed off and misplaced. Though he couldn't begin to understand exactly what she meant about being 'not human' or the things she was dealing with, he did feel something. Something he couldn't yet understand, but something his intuition told him to fight for. As everyone hopped, climbed and landed into the car, Robin walked back silently, his mind a labyrinth of questions and confusion.
- x - x - x -
As Cyborg drove the monster truck away from the city and further into the country sides, the group listened to Speedy go on about the failures of people who've tried to make it through the haunted, abandoned house of Heather's Drive.
"They say the true form of Lady Heather appears differently for each person that encounters her ghost," Speedy said mystically. "Her longing to be accepted by society, as well as her undying resentment of being casted away is what causes her to change into a form you secretly desire, or secretly fear."
"How could she know what I fear or desire," Beast Boy said coolly, trying to sound unconvinced and completely unafraid. He sat in the middle of the back seat, sporting a pair of Cyborg's over-sized hi-tech sunglasses without his permission.
"She's a ghost, BB," Allikat said from the passenger seat. "They can feel out whatever's in your brain."
"That is, if you believe in ghosts." Cyborg said. "It all just seems like superstition to me."
"Oh you say that now," Speedy continued. "But once you feel the presence of her estate, you won't be able to deny that there are things there, much less be able to speak at all."
"Oh, that sounds most unpleasant!" Starfire cried, squeezing Robin's hand to her left.
"Have you even been there before?" Robin glared at Speedy, irritated that he was such an attention hog.
"Well... not exactly. Bee and I tried to get Alli to come with us but she's just too scared."
"Oh, s'il vous plaît!" Allikat turned around in her seat to yell at Speedy. "You were the one shaking in your bow and arrows trying to shoot every leaf that fluttered in the wind!"
"I was just trying to protect you, Allikat." Speedy gave his warm and charming smile, but she just glared at him and turned back around in her seat. From beside him on the far right of the back seat, Raven gave him the disapproving head shake of failure as she gazed over the hilly countryside.
"This eerie place that we are going, is it dangerous?" Starfire asked. Her eyes were wide as she absorbed every creepy bit of information about Heather's Drive.
"As dangerous as any other old building in Silver Stone," Cyborg said, still unconvinced that Heather's Drive was actually haunted, though even he couldn't deny that just driving there was giving him the heebie-jeebies.
Speedy shook his head. "Any building that has the ability to make you say words that aren't yours can't possibly be considered a 'safe house'."
Beast Boy shook his head nervously. "Dude, that can't be right. Someone is just making up all this crap to scare people." The thought of being possessed was making Beast Boy turn a bluish shade of green.
Allikat also shook her head. "We didn't even turn on to the driveway last time, and Bumblebee screamed; said she heard her own voice whispering for her to go play in Heather's basement. There is no record that that house even has a basement."
Starfire squeezed tighter on Robin's hand as she and Beast Boy nervously bit their fingernails. "I don't think that I could bear to hear a voice inside my head that is not my own."
"It's not so bad," Raven said.
Robin gave Raven a look, but she ignored it.
"It's not so bad when you have someone like me nearby," Speedy cheesed, flexing out his muscles.
'Here we go again,' Robin sighed loudly.
"Unlike Robin over there, I happen to have a perfect score in archery. When I shoot, I never miss."
"Real handy in dealing with ghosts," Raven said.
"I'm also a great public speaker. I can charm anyone who can hear my voice, dead or alive."
"Which is why you're still single." Allikat said.
"With this kind of unrivaled physical perfection, no one can beat or resist me." Speedy confidently took another swig of his drink.
"And not to mention, you're still a virgin."
Cyborg slammed the breaks to the monster truck as Speedy sprayed out Sobe from his mouth. Everyone turned to gape at Speedy as he stared at Raven in complete horror.
"Well." She said, without any regrets. "I just thought everyone would like to know." She couldn't help the sly smile that slithered across her lips.
Speedy glanced at Allikat, who turned back around in the passenger seat, shaking her head. He didn't miss her satisfied smile or the faint blush on her cheeks. Speedy sat back in between Raven and Beast Boy. "Not cool, Princess." was all he said.
As Cyborg drove on, he and Beast Boy bombarded Speedy with comments about how it couldn't be true, how it must be true. How he did this and how he was like that and how it didn't make any sense, and how it all made perfect sense.
Robin looked away from the group and over the passing countryside. So Speedy was just a flirt who never did anything serious with anyone? That's twice today that he felt like a complete idiot.
Raven looked at Speedy slumping down, deflated in his chair. Perhaps she should throw him a bone, she thought.
"Big deal, I'm a virgin."
The entire group fell into silence, shocked that the mysterious, introverted Raven would share such private information. All of the tension seemed to now be directed toward Robin, who sat on the far left in the back seat.
Cyborg caught his masked eyes in the rear view mirror, and raised his own eyebrows with a look that said, 'You better get on that.'
Robin jerked his glare over the country side again, an angry wildfire screaming on his face.
"So..." Speedy started, "Are you looking to change that?"
Before Raven or Allikat could yell at Speedy, Robin threw Best Boy's converse shoe right into the side of his head.
"Remember that rule of the GAMES, Speedy," Robin growled before settling back next to Starfire.
As Speedy grinned and rubbed his head, everyone gave Robin a confused look, but decided to let it go. As long time competition, those two had their own way of communicating and even had their own way of moving in sync. For all they knew, the rules Robin spoke of were from a game created years ago.
"Is it bad," Starfire began, "to be a virgin?"
"Of course not," Beast Boy spoke. "It shows great virtue!"
"Yeah..." Cyborg said, glancing at the hopelessness that was Beast Boy. "We all know that you're extremely virtuous."
Everyone had to smile to themselves at that. Poor Beast Boy. He was probably going to die a virgin.
"Well... that is unfortunate," Starfire said, looking down at her purple shorts. "Because... I... am not."
Cyborg slammed on the breaks and everyone turned in their seat with wide eyes on the innocent alien.
"You're... You're not?" Robin managed to blurt.
"What is worse... I... enjoyed it." Starfire shut her eyes, as if to block out seeing everyone's faces. When she opened her eyes, she panicked at the disbelieving shock on Robin's face. She drew both hands to the sides of her face, tears threatening to spill from her huge green eyes. "Well, it was my sister," she tried to defend herself, as quickly as her limited English would let her.
"Oh man, I gotta hear this," Speedy said.
"Many nar'g forgs ago, she pushed me into a dark room with no windows. There were many young men that she liked to do most unvirtuous things with, and she persisted that I... I—"
"That you do what, Starfire?"
"Oh! I cannot say it is far too terrible!"
"It's okay Starfire, no one is going to judge you."
Starfire looked to Raven, who stared back at her with an unreadable expression. "Well... as the boys began to circle around me, my sister handed me some Zorka Nogn. I wanted to be like her so much and the boys all seemed so frightening, so I.. I... I drank the Zorka Nogn."
Everyone stared at her with apprehensive expressions. "Did they..."
"YES!" She cried out, tears bursting from her face. "My world became dizzy and suddenly I was wearing a great gown and headdress and spinning between boy after boy after boy, as they all cheered me and praised me! My sister laughed as bright flowers floated out of her mouth, and the moon rained sweet-smelling fires that blossomed into new born babies and... oooh it was so terrible and thrilling and I did not want it to stop! Had my K'norfka found out about the images I had seen, my place as princess would be stripped and I would never be allowed to be wed!"
Everyone stared speechless at Starfire as she cried and blew glowing, blue snot into her fuzzy handkerchief.
"Tamaran culture," Raven eventually said. "Interesting."
Cyborg continued on the drive as they all reassured Starfire that her forced Zorka trip didn't make her not-a-virgin, and that she was still considered pure and virtuous by Earthling standards. After soaking her handkerchief and tears and snot, Starfire was finally able to resume speaking about her life on Tamaran. Much to everyone's delight, Raven seemed to be genuinely accepting the information Starfire told her about the Tamaran standards of being a princess, and what it was like being raised from birth as one. Though Raven didn't speak much, or even look at her much, she did seem to be making the effort to simply listen to her. Raven even batted Speedy and Beast Boy down when they giggled over Starfire's awkward comments, probably because in some way, Raven could understand where the oddball's thoughts and feelings where coming from.
Three and a half hours went by where the group was simply enjoying listening to the music from Silver Stone's radio stations. As the sun began to set and their proximity to Heather's Drive grew closer, a strange feeling of foreboding seemed to join them in the car. The few passing cars and farms they saw on the way grew scarce about an hour ago, and as they drove on, signs of human life seemed nonexistent in the expanse of their darkening surroundings. The radio station had turned to complete static, and even the static made a dying gurgling sound and went silent as Cyborg cautiously steered the truck on to the final road. Passing deeper into the thick, silent woods, not a single firefly glowed and not a single leaf turned in the wind.
Since no one seemed able to speak and suggest turning around, Cyborg warily pressed on to the haunted, waiting house.
Though Raven enjoyed horror stories and creepy locations, she began to feel an unpleasant, jittery feeling inside her. As the revving noise of the monster truck accompanied them along the road, she could feel a faint pressure in the core of her existence. No, she was not afraid of this place, not even a little excited yet either, but deep down she was becoming weary... of who she was. Everyone else seemed to be paranoid about this approaching house, staying quiet and playing cool as to not give away how creeped out they were. They held on to something—the steering wheel, an iPod, a hand, a bow—reminding themselves that the myths were all untrue, that they came just for shits and giggles.
But what she felt, that unknown pressure, it wasn't this place... it was her...
'Raven are you okay?'
Was that Robin's voice, in her head? When Raven snapped her head in his direction, she saw Robin and only Robin staring at her with a face full of sick confusion.
Before Robin could open his mouth to speak to her, Cyborg halted the truck and croaked, "We're here."
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✒Who's been Britain's most cynical and/or clueless prime minister? That was the question last Friday, when Alexander Chancellor compared Tony Blair and Neville Chamberlain – and decided that "TB" was infinitely worse. "Chamberlain's effort to appease Adolf Hitler is usually portrayed as one of the most shameful episodes in modern British history," Alexander wrote, alongside a photograph of Blair gazing tenderly into the eyes of a well-known Libyan dictator, "but surely Blair's love-in with Colonel Gaddafi was worse. Chamberlain never pretended to like Hitler. He certainly never embraced him. His aim was to prevent war by reaching an accommodation with a man whose full infamy he did not appreciate . . . Blair, when he first shook hands with Gaddafi at their desert meeting in 2004, knew very well what a monster he was. The most convincing reason for their rapprochement was the promotion of Britain's commercial interests."
Over at theguardian.com/g2, TheGreatRonRafferty didn't exactly stick up for Tony. His first words were, "I hated Blair." But he did suggest that No 10's present tenant was even more reprehensible. "I don't recall [Blair] heading up an arms trading mission to some very dodgy characters in currently struggling countries in his first few months of office. The only thing we can be sure about politicians is that as each one gains power they become more authoritarian, self-serving and deluded than the previous one."
"Welcome to the real world," countered graham1745. "National interest always takes precedence over morality and civilized behaviour. If we want to change this situation the nation must be prepared to make sacrifices in the form of income, jobs and cost of living. Elsewhere in the article Mr Chancellor refers to 'the general oafishness of British people', a statement which unfortunately understates the problem. Sleaze, greed and bad behaviour dominate today, as witnessed by the bankers, politicians, benefit cheats and others. Before condemning the (quite rightly) contemptible behaviour of Blair, we should take a look at ourselves."
So TheGreatRonRafferty did just that. "Right, I've taken a look at myself, and been as honest about it as I can be. And I still come out considerably above Cameron, bankers, your average politician, tax-evaders/avoiders, etc etc. As does 99.5% of the population."
✒Monday found Zoe Williams tucking into a nice bowl of breast-milk ice-cream. Or rather, a nasty one. "As a mother and a restaurant critic," she wrote, "the idea repulses me. I will concede that perhaps milk differs from one breast to another, but if you imagine some tepid water, infused with fat, garlic and red wine, you're somewhere close. At first I liked it; then I didn't mind it; then I hated it; then I wanted to be sick."
The Twittersphere was so shocked at this novelty dessert that only blasphemy would do. "Oh my Christ," exclaimed @gemmacf. "WHAT the HOLY hell??" agreed @katykoos .
Back on the website, however, even the kids were made of stronger stuff. "When I told my 10-year old son about this," wrote MsWh, "he said it was a good idea but that he 'wouldn't want to drink the milk of any random woman'. I said, 'But you'll drink the milk of any random cow . . .' We have decided to make our own – next time I can be bothered spending ages pumping off some milk (I am breastfeeding a new baby). Thanks for the recipe."
✒Still with young people, on Tuesday Sam Wollaston's TV review looked at an attempt to improve discipline in schools. "At Lordswood school in Birmingham," Sam reported, "one 12th of the staff are ex-military, and every week on cadet day, a fifth of the pupils get dressed up as soldiers. In the gym they learn to shoot rifles. It's part of a government plan to send the troops into Britain's troubled classrooms, to restore order and respect. Michael Gove is a big fan." Sam himself christened this the "big camouflaged society".
At theguardian.com/g2, AnotherValiantexile was appalled by the idea. "Teamwork, or not, I don't want some jumped-up squaddie shouting at my kids. Teaching is not a home for old soldiers. As for guns & shooting . . ."
But AngloHybrid swiftly returned fire. "I volunteer at a local primary school in a poor area," announced the ex-soldier. "Effectively, I'm another pair of hands to assist the teacher. Another pair of eyes. Another pair of ears. After all, there are 30+ to a class of five- to seven-year-old children, not all of whom have English as their first language . . . When Remembrance Day rolls around, I'm asked to talk to the children about what it is we are doing and why we are doing it. I don't glorify war. I don't romanticise the sacrifice. But I do tell them about the pain of loss, the reason Remembrance Day is important to me. Do I shout at them? No."
✒Perhaps it was the effect of half-term, but you seemed unusually interested in schoolteachers this week – even part-timers such as Mary Beard, who's mostly a professor of classics at Cambridge University. On Wednesday she explained how she got involved in Jamie Oliver's Dream School project, in which a group of inspirational and sometimes annoying figures attempt to get some struggling teenagers back on track.
"Why take it on?" Mary asked. "The truth is, I didn't feel I had much choice. I spend a lot of my life banging on about how important it is to get Latin back on to the school curriculum. It would have been cowardly to refuse this chance to try it out. Besides, a Jamie Oliver series might bring Latin to a different kind of audience. Dream School is likely to pick up viewers who would never think of watching a programme about the Romans."
It seems it's also likely to pick up viewers who would normally never think of watching a programme featuring Oliver or some of Mary's co-educationalists. "I wasn't going to bother with the programme," said davidabsalom, "but this sweet article has gone some way to changing my mind. Bet the programme concentrates on bloody David Starkey, though."
"Yes!" ejaculated (it's a perfectly respectable, Latin-derived word, you know) @c_hintzen. "A thoughtful, open-minded commentary on teaching Latin." One might consider Dread- PirateRoberts's grasp of Latin - "ideaus crappus maximus" - a testament to the enduring appeal of the Classics, though.
✒How better to finish things off than with a nap? On Thursday Laura Barnett reported how "daytime sleeping (otherwise known as a catnap, a siesta, or just falling asleep at your desk with your head on your elbow) could improve the health of your heart". She also had tips for anyone whose employer is too miserly to provide them with a bed: "The first place to head for is the park – though best saved for summer, a cosy duvet-jacket or onesie might provide the appropriate quilting at this time of year. You could tell your boss you've got a lunch meeting, and then go out and choose the dullest film you can find. Or what about picking a bus route or train journey that takes roughly 45 minutes . . . ?"
On the website, FundusVentriculi's list of "great napping places" also favoured public transport, while Spangler44 volunteered: "If I'm feeling tired at work I head into the shower room, lock the door and zone out for half an hour. There is a chair in there."
On Twitter, however, @JohnEccleston was in no mood for informal solutions: "I might launch a campaign for an official siesta slot in the UK. Who's with me?" He can presumably count on janbild's vote: "Oh, what bliss to be able to snooze in the afternoons! In these days of 10-minute lunch breaks, if you're lucky, and open-plan offices often without staff rooms, the only place left to have a snooze is in the loo!"
The only place, that is, unless you work in the media. "When I worked as a sub-editor," Padraig confessed, "I always found that I could get 40 winks around teatime while pretending to be concentrating on reading a proof – especially useful after a boozy lunch."
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The Role of Contacts in Molecular Electronics
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Molecular electronic devices are the upmost destiny of the miniaturization trend of electronic components. Although not yet reproducible on large scale, molecular devices are since recently subject of intense studies both experimentally and theoretically, which agree in pointing out the extreme sensitivity of such devices on the nature and quality of the contacts. This chapter intends to provide a general theoretical framework for modeling electronic transport at the molecular scale by describing the implementation of a hybrid method based on Green function theory and density functional algorithms. In order to show the presence of contact-dependent features in the molecular conductance, we discuss three archetypal molecular devices, which are intended to focus on the importance of the different sub-parts of a molecular two-terminal setup.
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Seneca Creek State Park
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This is my home course. Having a course of this caliber 10 minutes a way has spoiled me. Anywhere I travel I predominantly find sub par courses to play. Unless your a local (and maybe even then) you'll have a different course to play every time. The baskets rotate on most holes between 3 pin positions and there are 2 to 3 tees on each hole. Each loop has its own theme. Front 9 is tighter and wooded for the most part. The back is open with a little more distance and the fastest playing. The middle is the longest with a great mix of accurate lines, left side OB creeks and booming drives. You have lots of choices of throws to complete each hole but if you want to compete with the big boys you better have an arsenal of throws in your bag because certain holes definitely favor throws other than back and forehands. The park fee is only on the weekends from spring to Oct. and parking could only be an issue twice a year at the 2 big Tourneys.
An easy 5-link rating.
This course is beautiful, and brilliant. Beautiful shots in and out of woods. Very well maintained. As confusing as it can be at times, the layout makes sense and there are lots of arrows on the trees pointing you to your next tee pad. The 9-hole loop design works great and is laid out wonderfully. Not much thick underbrush as well, so it'd be tough to lose a disc here.
Pros: Natural beauty, excellent signage, excellent layout, well-maintained course, well-marked baskets.
Cons: lots of gnats, can be busy at times, and there's an entry fee of $3/$5 for the park. WORTH IT.
** I've only played this course once, and although it was fairly busy, people were considerate and I was able to play through the few times I came up to a group. But there is plenty of space for everyone here. Also, the tee pads aren't the greatest, but I've played on WAY worse, so I'm not listing them as a Con for the course.
Even if you have to drive 20 or 30 miles to play here, DO IT. There are 6 or 7 other courses that are closer to me which I will pass up without a second glance to play this course.
Anyone who gets the chance to play Seneca should. The blend of elevation changes, narrow fairways, and tight corners provides a great variety of challenges. Bring bug spray, this region in Maryland can be wet and buggy in the summer. The biggest downside to the course is its popularity - any nice day will draw a big crowd. It's more enjoyable and peaceful if you can play at an off time.
This is the first course that I played after moving to MD. I gave this course 4 stars for a few reasons. Great Course but a few changes and this course would be a "5" in my book!
Great layout and a brilliant design to have a 27 hole course with 3 9-Hole loops all ending back at the parking lot. Great change in play with a variety of holes. This is not a course for just a Righty or Lefty. Great Doubles tourneys on Tuesday I believe and there is a great group of DG players. Some Very Very good Pro's to learn from. The Course is so big that I never have found myself getting backed up or even playing through a group. The Park Office also sells a variety of discs and merchandise and they have a great lost and found program so if you lose one out there just check back in a few weeks to see if someone picked it up.
The first time I played this course I loved it but a few things that I didn't like. First the Parking is "ok". On the day to day basis the parking is fine but can get over crowded and have to park on the grass. But on a doubles tourney or a PDGA event parking is crazy! I did get word from a park ranger that they are building new parking connecting to the original lot but I don't know when it will be done. I also didn't like the small pads. Some are decent sized and some are so skinny. I feel like I worry too much about if I'm on the pad or not than my actual throw. There is a lot of deer out there but they don't care that your there. They don't mind it so much that I have hit a few (on accident of course) and they don't even move. Bugs can be crazy in the summer!!! Some people bring face nets and I know I bring a bottle of bug spray with me at all times. It gets so bad that I have to swat them away from my face seconds before I putt or all I see is a black flying mob in front of my face.
Don't think because my cons paragraph is longer than my pros that this is a bad course. This is a great course and I would recommend any Disc Golfer to play this course to see what a great variety of holes they have. And be prepared to take a few hours to play. The holes are very long and if you're not used to playing consistently long courses be warn your arm will hurt in the morning!
The five link rating is a given. This course is unbelievable. It is a three x 9-hole loop. Very challenging and satisfying.
As a course it is a must play.
Serene Sylvan Cathedral to enjoy the beauty of nature and take time to soak your feet in a crystal cool stream when you get your disc from OB.
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I had to see it - the visit took all of ten minutes. This is a one anteroom, one small room museum in dire need of almost everything. The older - and I mean older - gentleman...
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I had to see it - the visit took all of ten minutes. This is a one anteroom, one small room museum in dire need of almost everything. The older - and I mean older - gentleman taking tickets spoke no English he was willing to admit to but it was fun if you are near the cathedral, That said,...
This shoe museum is a real hidden gem. While it is small, it is really interesting. For anyone who lives shoes, you must visit.
Tucked away in a lovely courtyard near the Catedral de Barcelona is this tiny musuem of shoes. How do we think we have invented any new designs?? The host was charming - very proud of the displays - I bought 2 posters of shoes (my grandfather was a cobbler). It was an enjoyable visit in an enjoyable day!
Besides enjoying the little adorable museum - the location was great - it was fun finding it and when we arrived, it is in a small courtyard where local little children were getting out of school. the entire experience was charming!
Not big, but good enough collection will be interesting for those who are interested in history of fashion. And there is a shoe made for the statue of Colombus on Mirador de Colom))
2.5 euro (may 2014) for a single room (pretty small).
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We foudnd this museum in the Gothic area hidden in a beautiful plaza. It was charming, interesting, not commercial and theres a kind old man running it. We aren´t shoe people, but the museum was very interesting anyhow. The price to get in was economical and it was a pleasure to see a real old fashioned museum in a peaceful...
I enjoyed this tiny museum, it is unpretentious and has a great range of shoe design. not so many from more recent times but hey we can go to plenty of shoe shops and web sites for them...the attendant was the sweetest man who was happy to talk about the exhibits, he didn't speak English but we managed to communicate...
This little museo is cheap (2.5 euro) & charming. it sits in a perfect small courtyard behind the catedral & is served by a tiny, ancient attendant who offers sporadic quiet comments in castelano about the various exhibits. It's quiet & quaint, inexpensive, & a respite from the bustle of the old town. Would I fly to Barcelona for it,...
This is a sweet little trip through the history of shoes. Having visited more 'high fashion' shoe exhibitions this was a bit more old school but a worthy distraction nonetheless. Situated in a lovely courtyard with a dedicated attendent, you can see examples of shoes from Roman times through the Victorian ages up until the modern day. Don't get too...
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I have a repaired umbilical hernia. Its been fine for over 5 years but now its starting to ache a bit. I gained a little weight and it seems as if it has bulged out some. I can push it back in but i am troubled that i can do so... Is this normal?
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Mesh is often permanent or semi-permanent. You may have a recurrence of your hernia. Best, Dr. KaramanoukianLos Angeles
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Thanks for your question, drobb11. It is not possible to answer your question without knowing the kind of mesh employed for your repair. Some meshes are permanent, while others resorb. Sometimes that are applied as a sheet to reinforce a hernia repair, and others time they are used as a plug in the defect in the abdominal wall. Regardless, you should be assessed by an experienced hernia surgeon. Physical discomfort and a bulge may be a sign of a recurrent hernia. It would be important to make the diagnosis so that you could consider treatment before the condition progresses or before you suffer a complication from the hernia. Best of luck!
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The board is changing that for next year. Committee meetings generally will be recorded rather than transcribed. Full board meetings will still include the services of a court reporter.
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Except the court reporter was delayed. The court session she was transcribing ran late, according to MPS officials. So eight board members, maybe a dozen high ranking MPS officials, including Superintendent William Andrekopoulos, and about 10 DPI officials, including Burmaster and Superintendent-elect Tony Evers, just sat there.
The court reporter finally arrived and the session began at 6:02 p.m. I don't know what a third of an hour of time is worth for the combined group of officials present, many of whom make more than $100,000 a year, but you have to wonder. On the other hand, you don't have to wonder what was said -- it will all be available in transcript form soon.


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posted at 2:35 pm on November 18, 2008 by Allahpundit
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I'll leave you to guess whether the audience applauded. Remember, by some leading leftist lights, FNC is "worse than Al Qaeda." Think of this as a "terrorist" calling out the real terrorists.
WaPo covered this last night and, for once, challenged his assertion that the Weathermen never killed anyone — parenthetically. Exit question: Does attempting to blow up a dance hall filled with U.S. soldiers count, or are they the "real terrorists" too? Exit answer via WaPo: "'As long as I've opened the door about terrorism, let me say one other thing,' Ayers added, before saying several other things — such as the Sept. 11 attacks were 'vile,' but the 'flattening of Fallujah' by the U.S. military was also a form of 'terrorism.'"
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Nope. First and foremost, he's a Marxist.
baldilocks on November 18, 2008 at 3:37 PM
You betcha, lady – As usual you are right on the mark.
Everybody should see this if they're interested in Billy's "intellectual antecedents":
warbaby on November 18, 2008 at 3:48 PM
Ayer's only defense is his own incompetence?
29Victor on November 18, 2008 at 3:49 PM
Reared in privilege, he came to idolize a real man whose shoes he'd never be fit to wear either in the good or the evil he caused, so small a man was Ayers. So he took up preying on the unsuspecting in society to advance a philosophy his perverse mind could never understand.
He spent years talking tough only amongst his friends and supporters and hid from a law that, in the end, saved him from justice.
Spared from a groveling and apologetic repentance he'd no doubt have offered if needed, he took to life in furtherance of his ideals in a manner, now recorded, was the most incompetent and fruitless as any. Well, fruitless except for his own personal enrichment.
When the limelight shone again on him in this election, he, as before, dove for a hole in the woodwork, only to reappear afterwards to bask and strut in a light created by others. Tested by his opponents to stand alone and speak he begs, and gets, for protection from the honorable he despises.
Now he is back to speaking like the tough guy that he is not.
A rank coward is too much of a compliment. Bill Ayers has the genetics of a man, but he isn't one. He is so risible, I can only laugh at him right now.
Dusty on November 18, 2008 at 3:51 PM
It strikes me the guy is just tempting fate. I would love to know if the attempted cop killer asked for extra security around his home or his office. He's got to know how many people whose lives he terrorized had forgotten about him, or assumed he was in prison, but have now been made aware of how very alive and free and unrepentant he is.
gippergal1984 on November 18, 2008 at 3:52 PM
Some people are alive simply because it's against the law to kill them.
thomasaur on November 18, 2008 at 3:52 PM
I look at that picture and one word comes to mind….
PappaMac on November 18, 2008 at 3:54 PM
From "Kill the pig!" to "Help! Police!"
From cop-killer to cop-caller.
Jim Treacher on November 18, 2008 at 3:55 PM
This piece of sh*t is just afraid that without the protection of the people he tried to kill he'll be a target…I wonder how much his publicity has and will cost the university's endowment. lol…
PatriotPete on November 18, 2008 at 3:55 PM
Barry throws Bill Ayers under the bus in 3…2…1…
Steve Z on November 18, 2008 at 3:57 PM
He lies about his book's dedication just like I bet he lied about not remembering he forced a girlfriend to allow herself to be raped by his black room mate.
Whatever Barry does (and he did write a blurb extolling one of his books and his voting record -such that it is – in Illinois says he supports Ayers weird concepts of justice) – this man and his wife should be bought to justice and neither should be teaching in public universities
saint on November 18, 2008 at 4:03 PM
Dear Professor Ayers,
Since you and I will both be unemployed soon, would you like to accompany me on a hunting trip on January 21?
Sincerely yours,
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Steve Z on November 18, 2008 at 4:03 PM
He's everywhere now, or maybe just on Hot Air a lot.
Obama baggage. What happened to my Country?
FireBlogger on November 18, 2008 at 4:04 PM
Dusty, Saint, Gippergal et al,
I gotta tell ya I'm loving all this. If there's been one bright spot to this whole election it's been the public pantsing of Ayers, et al.
Revenge is indeed a dish best eaten cold.
warbaby on November 18, 2008 at 4:06 PM
Welcome to the first shot across the bow of a new left agenda to legitimize previously discredited leftists.
Obviously this doesn't happen in a vacuum and is occuring with the tacit approval of an adoring media. A mediocre interviewer could easily deconstruct Ayer's myth making if only they were so inclined.
Sophistry to suggest that if Bill and Bernadine are specifically identified and threatened, their car and home are destroyed, that they would not feel terrorized.
It would be nice to post their home address, photos of the house and car with map online and see how they feel. Nothing illegal, just a minor thing…not something real terrorists do…
moxie_neanderthal on November 18, 2008 at 4:09 PM
warbaby – I'm an Aussie. We have our share of loons here too. But nothing would give me greater pleasure than to see the American public shame the University of Illinois to put him out of his teaching misery and his books and ideas laughed at for the crap that they are. Ditto wife (don't expect repentance from Ayers. He is a moral vacuum).
And then onto every single one of Obama's associates and scummy friends.
saint on November 18, 2008 at 4:16 PM
This a$$hole looks more like Mrs. Doubtfire every time he appears. I keep waiting for the picture of him with a new beauty mark.
Dukehoopsfan on November 18, 2008 at 4:20 PM
What's the difference between Timothy McVeigh and Bill Ayers?
McVeigh was a registered republican.
Vernon Hardapple on November 18, 2008 at 2:42 PM
McVeigh the republican terrorist faced justice for his crimes.
Ayers the demoncrat terrorist was given a high paying university job to indoctrinate our nations children.
Guardian on November 18, 2008 at 4:21 PM
Some people are alive simply because it's against the law to kill them.
thomasaur on November 18, 2008 at 3:52 PM
If Clinton can quibble the meaning of "is", surely there's ample room to debate "justifiable"? ;)
LimeyGeek on November 18, 2008 at 4:21 PM
fuckin' puke.
ronsfi on November 18, 2008 at 4:28 PM
Its not a narrative Bill, it's the truth, talk about newspeak.
Irenaeus on November 18, 2008 at 4:29 PM
Dukehoopsfan –
I'm filing that one away for future use.
saint on November 18, 2008 at 4:36 PM
"They even seriously discussed genocide of 25 million Americans."
saint on November 18, 2008 at 3:36 PM
I'll tell ya, when I first saw this I was mad, but having looked over Ayers life and his current antics, I'm not as bothered by it. It's should be rather obvious it's the ideal fantasy he needs because one hand alone won't do it, if you understand my meaning. Sure he's sick but a pansy has to do what a pansy has to do to get off.
Seriously. Hitler fought at the front in WWI and was wounded. Mao fought the Japs, battled to a win against Chang. Lenin and Stalin, both, weathered the dire threats that revolutions and warfare bring.
Ayers? In the WU he had girls do the dangerous work for him. He doesn't have the fortitude to even take on a reporter using words.
He's nothing but a bed-wetting dreamer. To accomplish the genocide of 25 million he'd have to find a man to do it and that man, any man, would be leading the revolution of Ayers' dreams, and Ayers would be lucky to have the status of Quisling.
And for good measure, I'll add that Ayers is not even of Wormtongue stature. At best he is a recording of others and not even of Memorex quality.
All the stuff he's said, and is saying now, is his way to compensate for his total inadequacy in measuring up as a man. If he's careful and keeps his gumption in check he won't die at the hands of an eight year old he tried to steal gum from when the kid wasn't looking.
Dusty on November 18, 2008 at 4:52 PM
I blame the impending Obamanation the Prosecutor who botched Ayers' case. That SOB should be strung up.
marklmail on November 18, 2008 at 4:52 PM
Whoops, that was supposed to be quote, not strike.
"Preview" is for people like Ayers!
Dusty on November 18, 2008 at 4:53 PM
Saint, you're welcome to it. We can always hope.
Dukehoopsfan on November 18, 2008 at 5:10 PM
Ooo, the irony is thick. Poor Billy is complaining about the "profoundly dishonest" narrative being used against him. Sucks to hear the Saul Alinsky tactics against you doesn't it. hahahahahahahaha. Whiny bitch.
This retard is still haunted by the ghost of Richard M. Nixon. What a turd Ayers is.
Mallard T. Drake on November 18, 2008 at 5:21 PM
I won't listen to his drivel, but when I see his picture I think…wow, he's the total opposite of a manly man! I mean, seriously, look at him. He's a small small being in a big big world. He's about as relevant as an out of date tuna sandwich.
scalleywag on November 18, 2008 at 5:37 PM
I'd like to give Ayers some attention. But he wouldn't like it.
GarandFan on November 18, 2008 at 5:39 PM
I wish this guy were a suicide bomber.
Glenn Jericho on November 18, 2008 at 5:40 PM
Just another nutty professor sucking up a spot where there
couldshould be intelligent life. I scraped my shoes before coming inside and I think I saw his likeness on the floor.
scalleywag on November 18, 2008 at 5:40 PM
Gumby has more character!
scalleywag on November 18, 2008 at 5:42 PM
But neither of them has a spine.
scalleywag on November 18, 2008 at 5:42 PM
This guy has never repented or shown any regret for what he's done. He simply stopped doing it. I bet if you get a few drinks in him, he'll start trying to remember a good bomb recipe that can be made from common household cleaners. If I was a fox news producer, I wouldn't leave a van outside his house for longer than 5 minutes. What a slimebag.
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scalleywag on November 18, 2008 at 5:45 PM
We've got, at a minimum, 4 years of speeches coming from this turd. The subject, of course, will be all about him. He's the type that doesn't know when to STFU.
Somebody should do an investigative report on the proceeds of his book. I'd be willing to bet this anti-capitalist will pocket the proceeds.
I don't wish this turd any ill will, he'll manage to make that happen all on his own.
swami on November 18, 2008 at 5:56 PM
One thing puzzles me. Ayers attacks were against the Kennedy/Johnson administrations, weren't they? It was those two who got us into and totally screwed up the Vietnam war–and it was Nixon who finally got us out.
Dee2008 on November 18, 2008 at 3:31 PM
Nixon was president when Ayers made his attacks. Johnson and McNamara totally fouled things up and Nixon let Kissinger drive the nail in the coffin of the US effort in Vietnam which caused this country to lose its first war. Kennedy got us in, Johnson goofed it up, and Kissinger lost it.
abcurtis on November 18, 2008 at 6:15 PM
Oppressors always accuse their victims of oppression.
He's such a nice, meek, quiet kind of terrorist bomber, isn't he?
JellyToast on November 18, 2008 at 6:17 PM
1984 metaphors, eh Bill?
Room 101 is all he deserves.
Loathesome scumbag.
profitsbeard on November 18, 2008 at 6:17 PM
Now let me get this straight. This man is collecting a salary, tenure, and honorariums for speaking in a country he has plotted to destroy. And on top of that he is molding young minds full of mush.
And on top of that, this man was friends with and ran an Educational Foundation with the incoming POTUS!
Pass me the Tylenol.
It is just that bad.
Why people can't see that is beyond me. I have friends who are no longer friends because I simply can't respect anyone who thinks this is no big deal.
(Not to mention all the other connections and beliefs and goals of the soon-to-be president elect.)
Alana on November 18, 2008 at 6:19 PM
He is just like my professor. AmeriKKKa is evil. THe government feeds us lies, we are a police state, etc.
theboss on November 18, 2008 at 6:22 PM
William Ayers agenda remains unchanged, it's simply being pursued sans explosives now.
I further submit he is in NO WAY an American–he simply lives in MY country.
irongrampa on November 18, 2008 at 8:00 PM
You got that backwards. Your "professor" learned that crap from Billy Ayers, trust me.
warbaby on November 18, 2008 at 8:42 PM
Here are more photos of men who look like old lesbians.
Do you suppose he's only got one ball?
scalleywag on November 18, 2008 at 9:19 PM
juanito on November 18, 2008 at 9:23 PM
"Star chamber". . .
Texyank on November 18, 2008 at 9:58 PM
Room 101 is all he deserves.
Like I said, he's the rat.
Jim Treacher on November 18, 2008 at 10:19 PM
And whose head shall be in the cage?
warbaby on November 18, 2008 at 10:22 PM
I'd punch him in the neck. And is cop-killing wife too.
Let's roll.
ex-Democrat on November 18, 2008 at 10:48 PM
Why is 0bama's fawning media not listening to him??? Bill Ayers is just someone who lives in his neighborhood. He said that. So why all the media attention for a neighbor?!
4shoes on November 18, 2008 at 10:58 PM
I don't often (in fact, I think it's only the second time) wish this upon people, but I fervently hope that Bill Ayers will soon suffer from the longest lasting, and most painful form of cancer imaginable. Further, I hope that his spouse gets to watch it every step of the way. Then, in a righteous world, the same will happen to her.
john1schn on November 18, 2008 at 11:33 PM
Do you suppose he's only got one ball?
scalleywag on November 18, 2008 at 9:19 PM
He has no balls. His wife ate them.
john1schn on November 18, 2008 at 11:34 PM
Dusty, I get where you are coming from.
But he built the bombs – just got the girls to place them. And he's not averse to taking advantage of others in the worst possible way.
I have to check if he was amongst those discussing the genocide but Grathwohl was under no illusion.
saint on November 19, 2008 at 3:01 AM
If anyone would happen to meet with an unfortunate accident, please let it be Bill Ayers!
nelsonknows on November 19, 2008 at 6:25 AM
Yes, I am not encouraging anyone to do it, but if someone just happened to roast him at the stake I would pay four figures for standing room admission.
Venusian Visitor on November 19, 2008 at 10:48 AM