text:
Grace IncarnateMature
With her first assignment filed on the seat beside her, Morgan Leblanc made her way due west towards Bristol to a club in the city centre. With a mind full of suspicions she arrived at the first break point in the drive across the south and stepped out for some air and food. The sun stood high in the sky though the air was cold and bitter.
It had to be said while she drove through the cities more congested streets she was not filled with much hope having taken a peek at her file. She knew Martian's first assignment was based on a photograph from an alpine ski resort, a photograph of a specific person who was meant to be working there. Charlottes didn't have such specific detail to trek but she had the name of a recluse in Cumbria. All Morgan had was a phrase, more a short summary of a portrayal really, – Medium build, blonde, female, green eyes, dancer and also the name of a club. She feared the worse, being stuck in a sweaty, dark dirty club while drunken students spilled drinks over her top quality boots.
Morgan enters Bristol and finds a bar that matches Dr. Kennedy's description, at the time she enters there are few people scattered around eating food and chatting in simple conversation and incoherent gossip to the passer by. At the bar is a man quickly summing up the funds of the till in his head, with a determine look on his face he mumbles numbers to himself while flicking through notes. With the classic black shirt and trousers and key suspended on a stretching rubber coil, he finally turns and gives her some attention.
"Sorry love, what can I get you?"
"Hi, I'm looking for someone in specific; I was told she works here."
"Name?" he asks with a calm look about him.
"I'm not sure about a name I'm afraid,"
"Alright," he leans back on one heel and gives an odd look while his arms are crossed as if assessing who this smartly dressed urban female may be, "description?"
"Long blonde hair, green eyes. A dancer I've heard?"
"A dancer?" he asks with an odd look, "We don't have dancers sorry."
"No dancers?" she paused to think.
"If you're looking for a blonde green eyed dancer try coming here at night. This bar closes at eight and becomes a club at ten."
"How busy does it get?"
"Quite," he nodded, "Not the best business in Bristol but we get our fair share. Enough to keep us open anyway. What are you looking for?"
"Just a dancer, a female dancer apparently."
"For anything specific?"
"Just a job," she shrugged, "I'm here on behalf of someone else you see, he's been rather vague on the details about this dancer only that she's blonde and has green eyes and comes to this place."
"Well your girls in some interesting situation if she's got a henchmen after her."
"Henchmen?" Morgan sneered, "I don't care so much for that term."
"Sorry love, it's not my day for words. Do you want anything to drink then?"
With a sly look as she reached into her bag she tilted her head back, "No, thank you." she turned about and walked for the doors leaving him behind.
"Righto," he shrugged, turning back to a woman in the kitchen who bore a very similar description.
She stood at mid five foot with curled blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders, her clothing summery and energetic, loose fitting top and a frail scarf slung slack around her neck with flaring jeans covered in buttons she'd stuck on at the flared ends. She stood with a young man of similar age with eyes darkened and sunk deep into his skull though forced open. His gawp look gave a few notices to the sophisticated lady whom turned up with a description of his friend, before he began picking at food left in the kitchen.
"You in trouble again?" asked the supervisor.
"Ha ha ha," she mocked sarcastically, "your girls in some interesting situation if she's got a henchmen after her. Smooth move Casanova."
"Hey," he cried, lifting up his hands with an innocent look, "Leave it. I was acting as your shield again."
She smirked and all three turned back to the food chomping away at whatever leftovers there were to scavenge in the kitchen.
"Dr." Morgan sighed down the phone to who ever answered it.
"Sorry, he's in his study at the moment." Pandora answered, "Who is this?"
"It's Morgan-"
"Oh hello Morgan how is everything? Are you alright? How's the weather?" she asked in her usually sunny ways.
"Cold, damp but sunny." She summarised.
"Rain's just started over here, so you'll have the same to return to I'm afraid. What can I do for you pet?"
"I'm having some trouble finding this girl for Dr. Kennedy." she said, looking over the very vague description given to her target by the good Dr.
"Well, I'll go and check on him now and see if he can help."
"Thank you." she replied, keeping on the phone while Pandora made her way through the house to the study, a long trek up stairways and down corridors through large and small rooms of the complex estate.
"How is everything there?" Morgan asked, making light conversation with her new co-worker as she stood outside and turned back to see both the blonde woman and her friend step out of the bar into the sunlight on the street.
The girl turned back and caught sight of Morgan, their eyes met for a brief moment and quickly, Morgan's paled brown with her dark olive. "Hold on a moment," Morgan said down the phone as she approached the two.
The girl's friend puffed up his jacket and threw his hood over his head as if to act intimidating though Morgan was not the type of woman to fall for these childish games of territoriality. She walked along with a calm cool look and a knowing smile on her face, using the open phone to point to the young lady as she stood on one side she tilted her head back, "Do you work in this place young lady?"
"No," she shook her head, "Not work in the traditional sense."
"How so do you mean?" Morgan asked, "Do you visit this place a lot?"
"Lady, what're you after?" asked her friend, strutting ahead.
"Zack, calm down." She said, pulling him back.
"Zack?" she asked, eyeing up this young lean man, he was in fact very slim, his expression drained and tired, nothing to fear what so ever, a small dog with a loud bark and thick fur vest, "Why not pull back that hood and let your pale skin se the sun young man? Or are you vamperic?"
"Hey, leave him alone." She said, standing between the two of them.
He puffed up his jacket and glared at her through the shadows.
"Forgive me, I'm just not one to be intimidated. My name is Morgan Leblanc, I'm here looking for a specific person who fits your description and dances at this bar."
"Yeah, we heard from the kitchen. Who are you?"
"It's, an odd story. Nothing I can easily explain. Can I ask what is it you do for a job?"
"Er," she glanced back to Zack, "I just dance, I teach dancing as well. The supervisor you talked to is a friend of mine, when his boss saw me here once she decided I'd be a good 'addition' to the place."
"Your dancing must be impressive then."
She shrugged with a smile, "It's nothing spectacular."
"Well, we'll see."
"Who were you sent by?"
"A man called Dr. Kennedy." she explained, "He is a rich polymath."
"A rich old man?" asked Zack, "Yeah, Leanna this sounds a bit weird."
"Leanna?" Morgan held out her hand, "Nice to meet you."
With an unnerved look, Leanna held out her hand and took Morgan's to shake.
"Have you got a place I might be able to talk to you in more private circumstances?"
"No way, I'm not leaving you with her to talk her into becoming an erotic dancer for your perverted old sugar daddy."
Morgan naturally flared up to this comment but before her wondrous arsenal of French insults broke loose Leanna swiftly intervened, "I'm sorry, Miss Leblanc, I've got a job at the moment. Thank you for the offer but I'm really enjoying it right now and its right next to my university so it's perfect."
"University you say?" Morgan asked, "What do you study?"
"Art and creative writing."
"Have you ever heard of an author called Charlotte Bryce?"
Leanna paused to think, "Can't say I have, sorry."
With a nod Morgan feigned a smile, "I thought I could use her to tempt you."
"You have access to a published author?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well," she turned to Zack.
"Leanna…" he worried, seeing a glint appear in her eyes.
"I have this idea, I really want to pitch it but no one seems interested unless its all written down."
"If you're an aspiring writer shouldn't you have written something?"
"She's not a writer," Zack intervened.
"Zack, smoke something!" she cried pushing him aside.
"But you have my -!" before he finished his sentence she threw a ravaged box of cigarettes in his direction, he leapt and caught them then veered off to give them some privacy, though Morgan noticed his menacing looks to her while he bent over to light the fag.
"Sorry about him, he is a bit – over protective some times."
Morgan shrugged her brow, "I can offer you two things if you are willing to change your mind?"
A cold breeze blew down the streets and Zack dropped his cigarette on the floor suddenly. He fell to the ground to fetch it before it hit a puddle and caught a glimpse of his flash silver watch, an easy to spot imitation of better designs.
"Leanna!" he cried, "Lecture!"
"Lecture?" she asked.
"We still have those!" he cried, becoming panicked, "I don't need any more agro from my tutor, get your ass in gear girl!"
"I'm sorry," Leanna turned back, "Listen," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small note book with a miniature pencil and scribbled down an address, "I have a studio flat with three friends, if you show up there in an hour we can talk alright?"
"Alright," Morgan sighed, "You'd better be there though. I am not as kindly as my employer."
"Thanks," Leanna smiled widely, as she seemed so full of hope and energy though Morgan new she was under the belief that she worked for a literacy agents or a publisher who could help her ideas, well perhaps Dr. Kennedy could do that in all honesty she had little idea of what this enigmatic man was truly like, never the less for the amount of money he was offering and the chance to get sneak previews of her most loved authors work she had no intention of quitting just yet, not yet at least.
Leanna sprinted across the road as the traffic lights turned from amber to green and caught Zack by the arm, "You blow her off?" he asked.
"Don't say that," said Leanna, "She seemed nice."
"Yeah nice, she was like an ice queen."
"She sounded French." thought Leanna, off topic.
"We're clubbing tonight right?"
"Apparently so," she agreed.
"Think she'll follow us there?"
"I doubt it." She replied.
"Arh, so you did give her the slip." He smiled.
"No, I told here where the flat is. I'll meet her-"
"Leanna!" he groaned, "What do you think your doing girl? She could kill you or sumit'."
"Kill me?" she laughed, "You know what I'm like Zack, tough as nails me."
"Yeah, none the less, don't mean her sugar daddy isn't going to come after you." he shuddered, "Something's not right about that."
"Maybe she's from one of the publishers." said Leanna.
"Like the last one was form one of the galleries? Till he tried to get in your pants."
"Zack," she growled with low tones.
"Alright, alright." He sighed, "You know what I've just realised."
"We're going to a lecture without our pens and stuff."
The two paused in the street and looked back towards the club, "You know, this might be why we're failing."
"No, it's the low marks," he said, quickly going to light another cigarette.
She turned back and snatched it from him and threw it and the packet in a bin at the side, "I'm not giving up on you just yet boy."
He groaned and rolled his eyes, "No smokes, no weed, no E's. If you try for alcohol next I may hang myself."
"It's all for you," she smiled reaching for his hand.
He gave her a stern look and lifted his hand away, she used those olive eyes sweetly and broke his playful façade, "I know." he groaned, caving in, "I know."
The apartment was in line with a long street of houses tucked away in the suburbs of Bristol. By the time Leanna and Zack had made it back Leanna's other two flatmates were leaving and had no word of this strange formal woman. The two settled into the student flats, kept relatively neat by other standards. Zack made himself at home on the chairs and curled up for a nap while Leanna disappeared into the small kitchen for a moment and at that instant the door bell rang. The piercing sound forcing Zack into a tight ball but summoning Leanna to run to the door only to find her flatmate return for a moment to fetch something she'd left on the sofa, now in Zack's hand.
As she went to leave again she bumped into Morgan standing at the gates to the home, "Hey, can I help?" asked the cheery looking flat mate.
"I'm looking for Leanna?" Morgan asked.
"Lee!" she screamed, "Someone's here for you!" she turned back, "Go right in, we've just tidied up."
Morgan stepped aside as she skipped past and joined her friend walking down the street. She stepped through the threshold and caught Leanna rushing from the kitchen again in more a frantic dash.
"Sorry," she cried, "I'm glad you found the place."
"Your directions were clear," she said.
"Come on in, make yourself at home." She said, leading Morgan into the small living room. As she walked through she noted the small blacked out room filled with stacks of canvas', old furniture and bikes all piled up along with sport equipment. On the door was a cork board fitted with important numbers, dates for bills, inspections, reminders and all sorts.
"So this is your home?" she asked, instantly comparing it to both her own humble apartment and Dr. Kennedy's estate.
"Student flat," she said, skipping over spilt laundry, "You know what they're like. Though this one is relatively clean."
Zack pulled back his hood and looked up at Morgan, then she got a clear face of the number of piercings across his face and a tattoo that stretched along his wrist, "Finally decided to come to the light?" she asked.
"Yeah. I don't like what I see so now I'm going back into the dark." he mumbled, receding back into his coat and turning the television on.
Leanna returned with a sandwich and stared at the television, turned onto some wonderful daytime programming. She turned back to Morgan, "Shall we talk in another room?"
"That's probably easier," she said, glancing to the vagabond friend of Leanna.
She showed Morgan upstairs and sat her sandwich on the counter in front of Zack. A rookie error as it soon found itself being drawn into the darkness of his hood. Leanna led Morgan upstairs towards the spare room that had been turned into a study for the three women of the house. Just before they made it to the room they passed Leanna's room, she pushed the door open and Morgan caught a glimpse of her walls, covered from tip to toe in paper that ran onto the floors and splashed with paint and some of the most amazing colours.
"Oh good," she thought, "My laptop must be in the study already."
"Can I just ask," Morgan said, while Leanna moved aside, "What is that?"
Leanna turned to the wall, "Oh, well. You know, nothing stops a creative spirit."
"So it seems," she said, "Is it just on this wall."
"Well," Leanna thought, "sure." Just in case this was a surprise inspection of their homes quality Leanna had no intention of showing this stranger the layout of the room and the wall completely covered in paint strikes and marks, some aggressive and lively, others half strength and dreary as if a reflection of her moods at the time.
"It's very nice," Morgan thought, turning away and following Leanna to the study room.
With a small cabinet filled with files and papers with a few books spilt over the place. Beanbags covered the floor, one bust wide open with beans spilt across a shaggy throw and a blocked up fireplace against the wall with a collage of all the poor quality red photo's they'd printed off by accident cut and glued together as flames. In the window was a large glass tank with three hermit crabs scuttling about in painted shells. Leanna fell onto the beanbags, more beans flew out across the room to her surprise and she slid onto the floor.
Morgan took a seat at one of the desks and Leanna pulled her laptop close, "So, what job were you offering?"
"It's a little, peculiar." said Morgan, "I don't have as much detail to give as my employer does."
"Well, what kind of job is it? Retail, food, waitressing?"
"What would any of those three have to do with Charlotte Bryce."
"Again, I have no idea who she is, as far as I know she owns a chain of restaurants."
"Fair point I suppose." Morgan thought, "Dr. Kennedy, the man whose sent me after you. He has a peculiar interest in the working of the world. I am led to believe you can help him in understanding it."
"…" her expression drifted for a moment, "I'm an art student."
"You paint to inspire correct?" Morgan asked.
"I suppose." She thought, "Well, I paint to express; if you want to make it so obtuse."
"Fair," Morgan thought, "The only thing I can think that would give you a greater idea of what he'd want from you is if you met him yourself."
"Where is he? In an office?"
"An estate in Northampton."
"Northampton?" Leanna asked, "An estate?"
"A large home, it is an impressive place I have to say."
"You know, I'm starting to think I should have listened to Zack."
"Trust me." Said Morgan, "No harm will come for following this chance."
She paused to think things through, "I can also offer you one of these." She pulled out one of the lime green cards.
"Oh, pretty. What is it? A credit card?"
"Sort of, it is linked to the … companies, treasury." Not the best of actors, it didn't take much for Leanna to snare on to a few suspicious mannerisms Morgan let slip.
"How much?"
"I'm not sure of the limit but it's a fair amount. How much time of university do you have left here?"
"Another year." She said, "I was going to take a gap year out to pay for the last year." She thought, taking the card and looking at was pure and simple a lime green card with a magnetic strip along the back and gold microchip much like a bank card. There was faint writing across it for the private banking agency and the company, informally noted as 'AO40' in pale green, barely visible.
"Well I can guarantee the money in these cards will pay for your last year at university."
"But while I'm working in Northampton?" she said.
"I don't know him well enough to give you my full opinion, but I think Dr. Kennedy is wise enough to let you continue your work here. He'll only call on you if he needs you and even then I'm sure you can arrange it around your own life."
"Really?" she asked, biting her lip "This sounds pretty good."
Morgan smiled, her plans of temptation were working, the greatest trick in her sly book. Well there's nothing wrong with using certain tools to get things done correctly, right?
"As I said, I can't tell you exactly what you'd be doing for us but if you come with me I'll take you to the man himself and you can talk things through."
"On one condition," she said, "I want Zack to come with me."
"Your friend?" she asked, seeming a little set back, "Of course. I understand you'll want someone there with you."
"Right," she nodded, then groaned, "Wait, no."
"Arh," she tapped the card against her head and stressed over this option, a possible reworking of a so far set life, "Listen, I'll be at the club tonight working again. Is there any possible way you might be able to pop in tonight? It'll give me some time to think it through."
Morgan sighed as she stood up and held out her hand to take the green card, "I suppose so, if I can find a place to stay."
"Brilliant," said Leanna, "I'm sorry. I know what you're offering it's just a case of rethinking my life."
Morgan smiled and nodded, "I can't disagree, I was in the exact same place as you were. I'm still a little – doubtful myself. But I'm being paid a fortune for finding you alone, and Dr. Kennedy seems like a respectable man, as far as I can tell so far."
"Really?" Leanna thought, staring at the computer screen instantly picking up a calendar filled with bills, gas, water, electric, grocery shopping schedules, university fees and tariffs, as much as she hated it, she need the money badly.
"I'm still, 'trialling' this job myself."
"And what do you think so far?"
"You've been my first assignment."
"Hope it wasn't too stressful then." she chuckled breaking a smile on Morgan's face, she simply nodded and turned to leave, "I'll do my best to meet you tonight. Don't expect me to be easy to find, I'm not one for loud, noisy smelly areas."
"Alrighty," Leanna chased her to the front door, "I promise I'll have decided by then, again I'm really sorry for this."
"Don't worry." Said Morgan; seeming more annoyed by Leanna's apologetic manner, though she blamed it on the hope and energy in the young woman it was yet to be crushed like Morgan's.
"Hey," Leanna cried just as Morgan was walking away, "Are you a talent agency or something?"
Morgan stopped in her tracks with a perplexed look on her face, her eyes widened and she turned back with a look of inspiration, "We might be." She said, "Good thinking young lady." She turned back musing this potential title for the Army of 40, despite Dr. Kennedy's numerous attempts it was obviously still not clear exactly what the Army of 40 do.
"Alright," thought Leanna, a little taken back by how distant Morgan seemed in her final moments.
"I think she was high." Zack muttered over her shoulder.
Leanna nodded slowly, "Me too oddly enough,"
"And now she knows where you live; time to change the locks again Lea."
"I'll call the locksmith," she sighed, slowly closing the door with a more than confused look on her face.
While Morgan struggled to find a place to stay in the town Leanna came to terms with the decision at hand. On the one side it stood to offer potentially very good money and very good hours, in contrast not even the spokeswoman sent knew what the company or business labelled AO40 actually did. Were they at all trustable? Having managed to pull a few strings and find a hostel in town, using the flash lime green card to rent out a whole dormitory to herself so she'd not be disturbed by drunkards when she returned, Morgan donned her best clothes a couth club ensemble she believed she deserved on the lime green card after trekking all this way and struggling so much to convince this young woman to simply visit the estate.
Under a blank canvas of midnight darkness the streets lit up bright and flash in contrast to natures plans. The street was filled out with a few student groups and locals making their way from club to club on their night out while Morgan seemed to walk alone with her fingers clutching her purse at all times, even though she wasn't inside the club as of yet. Feeling anxious even a few meters away when she saw a small queue begin to build up things only became worse when a knot built in her stomach as she had to stand in the queue and wait for admission into a dark room, the open windows of which were now pulsing with numerous colours. On entry she her fears were not so badly met, at this time of night there were only a handful of groups filling in the corners of the main room with a door opened at the back with a few heading down stairs to lower levels. There was no sign of Leanna, or her friend Zack, though the barmen had returned to serve drinks once again and gave her a long uncomforting look when he clocked her familiar sly looks. She turned away and looked around again, no Leanna, no waving overly apologetic young blonde women making themselves obvious to all around them, as Morgan picture she'd act in this sort of place. She turned to the barmen and ordered a simple drink, nothing too flash nor alcoholic, the sooner she could leave the better she would feel.
"Have you seen Leanna anywhere?" she asked him slyly.
"So you know her name now?" he wondered, "She's downstairs warming up."
"Warming up for what I wonder?"
He shrugged his brow and left her be to serve new customers, Morgan turned to the door 'out of the saucepan and into the fire' was the first phrase to come to mind as she stared into the cave where louder noise erupted and even smoke emitted like a dragons den.
A group of people settled together in the downstairs dance room, sitting at a table beside the DJ booth. Each to their own, every member of this group appeared to be from a different musical culture, dressed to match whatever they liked. Leanna and one other seemed to be the only ones settled in every day clothing, as soon as Morgan appeared she swallowed her final thoughts and approached her quickly with a firm look about her.
"Have you come to your decision?" she asked, "I'd rather not spend too much time here."
"I'd like to meet your employer." She agreed, "So long as Zack can come, as we discussed earlier."
"Alright," she agreed, "Do you have a paper and pen?"
Leanna stole for a moment the DJ's clip board of requested songs and handed it to Morgan who jotted down the address of the estate and gave her the clip board back. She took another quick swill of her drink then set it on the table, "I'll see you there then." she said, leaving Leanna.
"You're not staying the night?"
"This really is not my type of place." She said, just as the music settled for a moment and blared out again with a new thrashing song.
"Oh, okay." Leanna waved her off, though seemed a little disheartened.
"You said yes didn't you?" Zack asked.
"Did you get an address?"
"Yes," she showed him the scrap after ripping it off the list.
"Well," he sighed, "Looks like we've got something to do tomorrow then."
Morgan walked down the street feeling her heart rate ease the further she got from the club and closer to her car. She was so primed and ready she had her hand in her bag fingering the right keys and stroking the teeth of the blade ready to leave. Her phone shivered beside her hand and startled her; quickly she pulled it out and answered to Dr. Kennedy.
"Ms. Leblanc? Have you found the young lady?"
"Her name is Leanna," Morgan explained, "She works in the club apparently."
"What did she say?"
"She said she would, I gave her the address and I'm on my way back now."
"Is there a way you might be able to get her here tomorrow?"
"Well, she didn't say a date. Why?"
"I think I've just figured out where we need to take her."
"Alright, where's that?"
"Sicily?" she cried, "sir, I've had a hard time convincing her neither of us are insane. Now you want me to rush her along so we can take her to Sicily?"
"Do you think you can do it?"
"I." she threw her free hand into the air and turned back on her heel to the club, the queue now twice its length and growing, "Is it this important?"
"I'd ideally like to get moving tomorrow. If you can get her here then I'll give you a bonus if that helps."
"A bonus?" she sighed, "Well I'll see what I can do for you."
"By the way Morgan, is there anything peculiar about her?"
"Peculiar how?" she asked.
"Anything specific, a characteristic or anything about her that stands out the most?"
"Nothing I've noticed." She thought, "She's overly apologetic though, but I think that might be because she's worried about offending me with the offers we've given."
"Alright, well as I said do your best to bring her back A.S.A.P and we can get a move on then."
"I'll see what I can do."
Half an hour in a long queue with the smells of drunkards and fatty foods carried by the winds that also brought in a few light showers, Morgan naturally neared the end of her tether before she'd even reached the bouncers who let her in without trouble though made some foolish smart quip about her standing in the rain alone. With no delay she divided the crowds and slipped through any passes made by parting social circuits whom moved with some sort of natural rhythm in respects to their drinks and the bar. She ran down the stairs and caught a few men standing back with their drinks all captivated staring blankly ahead, then again this didn't stand out as anything too peculiar in a place like this were any look given was by an expression distorted and numbed.
Morgan slid between two women at the bottom steps who were also watching, though with more envious looks, she then caught what they were watching. Leanna on the dance floor with her friends had parted way during her favourite songs, her dancing so perfect and unhindered it felt unreal. Morgan stood back for a moment and appraised her movements, slick and graceful, each move in perfect synchronies, right for the moment of the song. She looked so fluid, the way she moved and span and weaved like the twists of a river. It felt for one brief moment as Morgan broke the trance and started towards her that time itself was flexing in her favour.
Zack stopped Morgan as she went in closer and saw Leanna moving with her eyes closed in some sort of trance mode with earphones held tightly in place under her ribbons of hair. One of her friends turned from the bar as she span in a tight twirl, he held out one drink towards one of their friends. Morgan felt time almost literally begin to slow with the music once more, Leanna stopped suddenly and kicked the bottle form his hand, it flew through the air and she caught it again, before placing it on the table and the song came to an end.
"Thanks Lee," he clapped, watching the drink foam up quickly.
"Leanna?" Morgan asked.
"Hi again," she said, becoming suddenly flushed while she seemed perfectly fine while dancing, "Everything alright?" she quickly picked up her drink of water and sipped on it while pulling the earplugs away.
"You're a very smooth dancer," she commented, "How long did it take you to learn?"
She shrugged, "I've always been like it, always very sleek apparently."
"Sleek?" she asked.
"Yeah, since I was little I've always danced like this."
"Well, it's very impressive."
"Any reason you came back? I thought you said you didn't like this place?"
"Yes, I just needed to ask whether or not it would be possible for you and your friend to return with me to the estate as fast as possible?"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"My employer is a busy man so it would seem. He just wants to meet you before he jets off around the world."
"Right," she thought, glancing back to her friends.
"You know, I'm still a little dubious about all of this."
"I don't blame you," Morgan sighed, "Listen; I hate to confuse you so I'll be blunt. I have no idea what he wants with you; he just targeted you. No specific reason as far as I know." she sighed, falling back onto the coats piled up on a chair beside the others, who were all titillated by this odd twist to their night.
"So you don't know what he wants either and you're working for him?" Leanna asked, "You've no idea what he does either?"
She nodded slowly, "I just need this job right now, much like you need this job as well for your university funds."
"So, like you said earlier. If we go to this 'interview' tomorrow I can ask him all the questions I need to directly."
Morgan nodded, "I think I may want to ask a few more of my own as well."
"And I have your word nothing will happen?"
"I promise you ms…?"
"Parish," she explained, "My surnames Parish."
"Leanna Parish, I am in the same boat as you are, we'll go ask these questions together if you like? Either way I know what he's offered so far, it is difficult to deny."
"Money?" she asked.
"I think its more than money," she said with a thoughtful look, "I just don't quite know what."
"Think he's just an insane old man?" Zack asked, Leanna tilted her head and looked to Morgan for an opinion.
She took a deep breath, "No, I think he is a truthful and honest man. Just a little too slack when it comes to detail. I suppose either he doesn't know or he just likes surprises."
"That fills me with reassurance." muttered Leanna.
"So will you come back earlier?"
"How about tomorrow morning rather than right now. I can sort things out then."
"Tomorrow morning?" Morgan asked, "Very well. I will be out side your place at 10am, no later."
"Alright," Leanna watched her walk off, "Thanks again for this! I really appreciate it."
"You think you should get some sleep?" asked one of her friends as she drank more water, she turned to the DJ box and gestured a new song, "I need my pay," she said, swiftly sliding into the dance floor when a new fast paced song arrived.
Morgan turned back to watch her dance before leaving upstairs. Several eyes leered at her from the darkness behind Leanna while she danced fast and energised with spirit and substance in each move. Morgan looked at the eyes that lit bright in the darkness; they whispered something to one another then dissipated into the crowds, fading into the shadows leaving her unnerved.
-I have convinced her to leave tomorrow morning. I will bring her to you then.- Morgan text Dr. Kennedy, assuming he would be asleep by now under Pandora's set strict regime designed to help keep him well rested and thinking in peak form.
She glanced over her shoulder and watched seven leave the club behind her, their eyes caught the light bright, their clothes were neon coloured with bright tattoos over their bare skin, their hairstyles too were absorb and drew attention from the crowds. They each looked to Morgan, then turned away and went their own direction before she carried on her own way and watched them disappear into the crowds.
The morning after Morgan's car was settled outside the apartment and Leanna appeared at the front window, the first time the room had seem some light in weeks. She gave a quick wave and skipped through the room, careful not to fall or trip over anything as she made her way to the hall where Zack stood yawning and trying to keep himself awake. The two flatmates stood in their pyjama's at the bottom of the steps ready to wave her off, "Give us a text if you get stuck." said one.
"Or if they're weird, then you might want the police over us." thought the other.
"I'm loving the support here," Leanna commented, whisking Zack out through the door while he folded up in his jacket and almost fell asleep while walking.
"God luck!" they both cried at the doorway when Leanna climbed in the front with Morgan and Zack sprawled out across the back seats quickly falling asleep.
"Will he be alright?" Morgan asked, noticing his pale and queasy looks in the mirror.
"He'll be fine, he's always like that." She said, "How long will this take then?"
"About an hour to get there, traffic permitting. Is that alright by you?"
"That'll be perfect, won't take long to get back then if all else fails."
Almost as soon as they started driving, Leanna attacked the radio and found a song she knew, suddenly perking up and taking out a note book and pen to scribble random idea's down at her leisure while Zack lay fast asleep, rocking back and for on the passengers seats.
"So do you work with anyone else then? Or is just you and this Kennedy guy?" Leanna asked.
"At the moment he's hired myself and three others, a nurse called Pandora, Charlotte Bryce the writer you can meet and also a man called Martian Rockwell."
"What does he do?" she asked.
"I have no idea," she said, tensing to the music, "He seems a nice enough man though, if a little rash."
"So, where do you come from?"
"London, but to explain my accent I'm from France originally. I keep going back and forth visiting family over there."
"Fun," she said, "Must be nice to have family so far away. Free holidays and what not."
Morgan smiled and nodded, "It is a nice place to recover at. Where are you from then?"
"Sheffield." She explained, "Not a huge jump but still it's nice to be away from home."
A low tone hung sang from Morgan's purse sitting by Leanna's feet.
"Always at the wrong time." She thought, going to reach for it.
Leanna picked p the purse and sat it on Morgan's lap, when they came to a junction she quickly pulled the phone out and threw the purse to Leanna's feet again. She groaned on sight of several cars lined up on their way to cut her off and quickly sped out handing the phone to Leanna.
She stumbled for a moment then answered the call, "Hello?" she asked.
"Yeah, hi…" said the unsure voice of a gruff male, "whose this?"
"My names Leanna," she said, "Are you Martian?"
"Yeah, that's me." He said, "Where's Morgan?"
"She's driving at the moment–"
"Why is he calling now?" she groaned, "Always at the worse times I get phone calls."
Leanna shrugged, "Where is he?" Morgan asked.
"She wants to know where you are?"
"Still in the alps." he said, "Is everything alright?"
"Oh yes, we're just heading for the estate now."
"Ask him if he's found his man." Morgan cried out.
"She wants to know if –"
"Yeah I found him," said Martian.
"He found him," she answered, "What do you want me to say?"
"Ask when they're coming back?"
"She wants to know when –"
Fiddling with the buttons Leanna managed to turn it onto loud speaker, "It's a little more complex than that."
"Why?" Morgan asked, turning down the music to hear him. Leanna looked over her shoulder and noticed Zack becoming restless, she turned the loudspeaker off and held the phone to Morgan's ear while leaning against the glass watching the world outside go by.
"I was sort of drunk when I met him." He said, "Where are you two now?"
"We've just leaving the city. What do you mean you were drunk?" she asked, while Leanna just eavesdropped to get a better understanding of what was happening.
"Well I met the guy, and his friends. But I was pissed. Sorry Morgan."
"You will be," she groaned, "I won't have this job ruined by you; you know I could make a lot from it."
"You've changed your tone; you were suspicious of this guy the other day."
"Well that was then this is now." She explained, "Just bring that guy back alright?"
"Yeah there's something else I want to ask you."
"Go on." She asked.
"Mind hurrying it up? There are some police men following us and I don't want to get arrested." said Leanna, looking in the rear view mirror.
"Well, is there such a thing as the French yeti?" he asked.
"Not as far as I know," she said with a confused overtone, "There's the Himalayan yeti."
"Yeah, but no French one?" he asked.
"No," she said, "I've not heard of one anyway. Bare in mind I grew up in England."
"Good point, you're a fraud." Laughed Martian, "Alright well I'm going to see what happened. Take care sexy," he said, blowing a kiss down the phone and leaving her stuck for words.
"Are you alright?" asked Leanna, looking at Morgan's face when she put the phone away..
"I hate men," she groaned.
Within the hour they made it to the Kennedy complex and Zack was refreshed while Leanna decided to hide behind a pair of sunglasses and cool her head with some soothing tunes while Morgan was free to tune to radio into whatever she wanted. Leanna faded far from reality while she curled up in the seat staring out at fields and hillsides dappled with tall twisted oak trees, such a calming place with dappled light breaking through thinning grey clouds. The window was cold and speckled water ran streams down it as the car drove along. She followed a stream as it grew larger with each droplet it touched and left before ending its journey carried away by the winds blowing past the car. Soon enough they came to a stop at the gates where Morgan did down the window and called over the security guard.
"Back so soon?" he laughed approaching the gate.
"Hello again,"
"Morgan?" he smiled.
"Very good," she said, "I can't remember your name I'm afraid."
"Felix," he laughed, "Whose with you?"
"Leanna Parish and her friend Zack. I'll test you on the names in a week." She said with a sly smile as he returned to open the gates for them.
"A guardhouse?" Zack asked, "What is he, some kind of baron?"
"I have no idea," sighed Morgan, "He sort of dabbles in the sciences apparently."
Leanna gave a sharp jolt of the hand as a wave back to the security guard, "I'm sure," she mumbled.
They drove along the gravel path to the car park in front of the estate where a few students were leaving their cars and heading for the main building.
"Right, come along, I'll introduce you to him." said Morgan.
Zack climbed out of the car and stepped into a cold wind that instantly woke him up and chased him under his hood. Morgan looked back at Leanna who stared at the buildings with an anxious look about her.
"Everything alright Ms. Parish?"
"I don't know," she thought.
"Just nerves." She said, turning back to Morgan.
"I understand, do you want me to join you in meeting him? As I said I'll back you up with your enquiry if you like."
"It's alright," said Leanna, "I'll be fine."
"Okay," Morgan took her purse and waited for Leanna to climb out before locking the car and leading the two towards the estate.
The door opened before they reached and there stood Charlotte and Pandora dressed as is if for the gym. Leanna and Zack stood by in the cold while Morgan greeted them both, "Where are you going?"
"Apparently, that building has a gym." Said Charlotte, pointing to the third building with glass houses outside, "He said we're free to use it when we want so we're going to have a look about, would you like to join?"
"I might do." Morgan said, "If you don't mind."
"The more the merrier," said Pandora with a jolly laugh, "You can watch how unhealthy we both are, running and huffing on the tread mill after five minutes."
"Give me three," said Charlotte, "I told you I'm allergic to physical movement."
Pandora laughed so boldly both Zack and Leanna seemed intimidated, even Morgan was a little set back until she noticed how casual Charlotte seemed, "I'll meet you two there then, I'm just introducing Dr. Kennedy to the two I found for him."
"Two?" Pandora asked, "Hello?"
"Leanna Parish, and Zack…"
"Miles," he shrugged.
"Right, this is Charlotte Bryce and Pandora Phillepe."
"Nice to meet you two," said Charlotte, moving Pandora onwards, "Lets get moving, I'd rather be dyeing in the gym than freezing out here."
Charlotte watched Pandora job along the road side towards the building, and watched and waited for her to realise no one was jogging beside her, both women broke down into laughter, at least they were getting on very well "Was that the Charlotte you were on about?" Leanna asked.
Morgan nodded, "The writer,"
"She lives here?" Zack asked.
"I don't think so," said Morgan, "She does the same as me."
"You have a gym in these buildings?" Leanna asked, "And you get to use it for free?"
"Apparently so,"
"What else do you have?"
"This place is very big, I'm wondering what it doesn't have." Morgan said going to approach the door just as Dr. Kennedy answered.
"I thought I heard your soft spoken voice ms. Leblanc."
She laughed girlishly and backed away, bowing her head politely, "Dr. Here is Leanna Parish and her friend Zack Miles."
"Perfect, Leanna, Zack, walk this way. This shouldn't take too long."
"My dear, would you mind calling Martian and finding out where he is?"
"Yes sir," she agreed, pulling out her phone quick to bring up his number.
The door closed as Leanna entered the home holding Zack's hand tightly, both instantly on edge by the amazing layout of the house, the foyer itself was about the same size as Leanna's apartment, all so much to take in. Zack naturally was drawn to the scents in the kitchen and also the wide screen cinema sized television.
The phone connected, "Are you on your way back?" she asked instantly.
"I've only just met the guy." he cried, "Soberly."
She rolled her eyes and huddled together in the cold, "How is everything?"
"Why couldn't you have done this job?" he wined.
"What's wrong?" Morgan asked; walking down the drive towards her car noticing something tucked into the wheels.
"This guys a queer; I don't know what to say."
"Preferably don't call him that first of all." said Morgan, now at disbelief she'd have to teach this Neanderthal the ways of the twenty first century, "What's wrong Martian?"
"I'm not – I've no idea how to handle this?"
"He's human, talk to him." She sneered.
"But what do I say?"
She stared to the heavens for strength, she wasn't the type to cope with these simple social things, she was a trained lawyer in the end, with secretarial experience, "You're right, I should handle this. You're obviously socially backward. Put him on the phone." She continued along, her tones sinking as she decided to steer Martians assignment in the right direction as well.
"Hello?" said the voice of a young man.
"Tomas Jackson?" she asked.
"Yeah, whose this?"
"My names Morgana Leblanc. I apologise for my colleague, he has no brains to speak of."
Tom laughed, "It's ok seriously, no harm done."
"I'm glad you see it like that Mr Jackson. Mind if I talk to you for a moment in private possibly?" Morgan knelt down beside her car and found a small plastic ticket wedged in tight, with some force she managed to pull it out while still on the phone.
"Well. Right ok." He said, as she noticed a few words engraved on the card beneath mud and dirt from the open road.
"How long is it until you return to Britain Mr. Jackson?" she asked, opening her purse to find a tissue to wipe the mud covering the words.
"Er, a week I think. Then my seasons done, why?"
"What have you got planned after that?" she asked, giving him full attention for one moment, "Out of curiosity."
"Well, I was going to move flats; why?"
"Looking for a job by any chance?"
"Well, yeah." He thought, "That too."
"Hmm, a loafer I assume. Very well, so you know we have an opportunity for you."
"Really?" he asked.
"The price is negotiable, you'll be paid depending on the amount of work you do. But you'll be paid well, health benefits are added of course and you'll be able to travel all across the world. Sound interesting?"
"Yeah," he thought, walking into the kitchen, "What kind of job is it?"
Morgan sniggered down the phone, "My dear friend, you'll be quite impressed I assure you. Please tell Mr. Rockwell that you'll take the job and he'll give you our contact details for when you return to Britain."
"Right," he thought, "Don't I need an interview or anything?"
"I'm sure you'll be fine; provided Mr. Rockwell did find the right person."
"Ok. Well thanks, Morgan." He thought.
"Ok, I found him. Happy?" Martian asked.
"Ecstatic," she said with no actual change in her tone, while she continued to clean the card as best she could with one hand, "Now come home."
"Home, now?" he asked, "That's not fair."
"There's a new young lady here, that'll keep you happy right?" she asked, closing the conversation and turning back to the mansion with the card in one hand with the words 'Neon's gonna get you' written on them in bright letters.
"What on earth is this I wonder?" she said to herself, making her way back to the stately home.


text:
Palit GeForce 8800GT Sonic Graphics Card
Lost Planet: Extreme Condition
Version and / or Patch Used: Demo
Timedemo or Level Used: Built-in Test
Developer Homepage: http://www.capcom.com
Product Homepage: http://www.nzone.com/object/nzone_lostplanet_home.html
Driven to the brink of extinction on ice-covered wastelands, humankind fights to survive. From extreme conditions and insurgent Snow Pirates to hostile gargantuan alien Akrid, all that you can trust are your instincts.
Combining a gripping single player campaign and intense multiplayer modes with support for up to 16 players online, Lost Planet is an epic gaming masterpiece. Enormous world maps unfold as players' battle across vast snow fields and deserted cities either on foot or in armed, robotic Vital Suits.
Lost Planet really seems to get a big gain with the overclocked spec.
PRICING: You can find products similar to this one for sale below.
United States: Find other tech and computer products like this over at Amazon's website.
United Kingdom: Find other tech and computer products like this over at Amazon UK's website.
Canada: Find other tech and computer products like this over at Amazon Canada's website.
- Page 1 [Introduction]
- Page 2 [The Package]
- Page 3 [The Card]
- Page 4 [Test System Setup and 3DMark05]
- Page 5 [Benchmarks - 3DMark06]
- Page 6 [Benchmarks - Half Life 2 (Episode One HDR)]
- Page 7 [Benchmarks - Prey]
- Page 8 [Benchmarks - F.E.A.R.]
- Page 9 [Benchmarks - Company of Heroes]
- Page 10 [Benchmarks - World in Conflict]
- Page 11 [High Quality AA and AF]
- Page 12 [Benchmarks - 3DMark06 - Vista]
- Page 13 [Benchmarks - Call of Juarez (DX10) - Vista]
- Page 14 [Benchmarks - Lost Planet (DX10) - Vista]
- Page 15 [Benchmarks - Company of Heroes (DX10) - Vista]
- Page 16 [Temperature and Sound Tests]
- Page 17 [Power Consumption Tests]
- Page 18 [Final Thoughts]
- We at TweakTown openly invite the companies who provide us with review samples / who are mentioned or discussed to express their opinion of our content. If any company representative wishes to respond, we will publish the response here.
Latest News Posts
- Andy Rubin's Essential teases its upcoming flagship
- HTC unveils Link VR headset for the U11
- SEGA is racing to victory
- Vertu launches a $360,000 priced feature phone
- Far Cry 5's world evolves based on your decisions
Forum Activity
- m4a88td-m/usb3 & Windows 10
- OWC ThunderBay 4 Mini Thunderbolt 2 Review
- Free Paypal Money Adder Online Tool Legit 2017
- Prey benchmarked: Radeon RX 580 vs. GeForce GTX 1060
- ADATA AI910 Lightning Card Reader Plus Review
Press Releases
- Qualcomm fuels IoT growth by currently delivering more than 1 million chips a day into a wide range of connected applications
- Team Group announces theme for COMPUTEX 2017 showcase: go beyond the limit and reach for the top
- SAPPHIRE announces PULSE Radeon RX 560 graphics card
- ELITEGROUP computer to stand out at Computex for its smart campus deployment, robotic technology, education laptops, tablets, mini PC, and motherboards
- ADATA Shares a Symphony of Technology at Computex 2017

subset: commoncrawl


text:
Added on: Aug 10, 2011
Game: Battle Beavers
Play Count: 48375
Developer: Kongregate
Rated : 3.34 based on 110 votes.
Money, Upgrade Points, Health & Magic
The beavers used to lived a very peaceful life under there leader named Bold but in the Mountains of Moira an evil beaver named Rangor the Terrible amassed an army that marched through the lands slaying all in its path unopposed until they kidnapped Bolds only son Balin and now with nothing to loose Bold is on a 1 man mission to defeat Rangors army and get his son back.
If you have any problems viewing this game please fill out the details below. Before reporting a broken link / game please make sure of the following:
Plays: 8102861
Plays: 7314903
Plays: 6675089
Plays: 3892123
Plays: 3466786
Plays: 3217790
Plays: 2015085
Plays: 1875461
maysonnf (Apr 18, 2015)
to easy
King_Camden (Aug 08, 2014)
loads forever
lukasz608 (Feb 02, 2012)
MonkeysWithGuns (Aug 18, 2011)
much easier hacked!
Rubius (Aug 10, 2011)
Not too bad...a good time waster


text:
Status: Opens in 12 minutes
Know more about this business than we do? Cool! Please submit any corrections or missing details you may have.Help us make it right
Penske truck rental provides do-it-yourself movers with clean well-maintained and reliable trucks and vans as well as moving equipment moving boxes packing supplies and other moving accessories.
Save Up To 20% When You Reserve Online Today!
Free unlimited miles on one-way rentals and savings with our moving supplies. We offer clean, newer trucks, professional assistance and guaranteed reservations for your moving or business needs.
Save 10% When You Reserve Online Today!
* Moving Truck and Van Rental
* Household and Business
* Tips, Supplies, 24/7 Help
Whether you are moving your family across town or your product around the world, access one of our 1,500 Penske neighborhood rental locations to find the one closest to you. Household Rental: We help you find the perfect truck rental, get all the right moving...
Be the first AL.com user to add photos or videos of Penske Truck Rental
Moving is always a mental and physical headache, but thankfully Penske makes the whole ordeal a little bit easier. You can save 10% by booking online, and there are other deals available to save...
First time and good experience. Staff was friendly and trucks were clean, well kept. I Booked a 12 ft truck online, however given the next size up at no cost (staff said mpg were same). He also...
Penske Truck Rental provides moving truck rental in Birmingham,AL from our well-maintained truck rental fleet. Visits us in Birmingham,AL today for your truck rental and moving supply needs.
Penske Truck Rental helps you rent a one-way or local moving truck at one of 2,300 nationwide locations. We offer free unlimited miles on one-way rentals and savings up to 20%. Save with our moving supplies and moving partner offers.


text:
ED Magedson – Founder
Ripoff Report
HI-TECH REPAIRS INCinternet sterling, Virginia United States of America
Does your business have a bad reputation?
Fix it the right way.
Corporate Advocacy Program™
This report was posted on Ripoff Report on 11/29/2012 04:28 AM and is a permanent record located here: http://www.ripoffreport.com/reports/hi-tech-repairs-inc/sterling-virginia-/hi-tech-repairs-inc-wanted-to-teach-me-how-to-rip-off-my-insurance-company-sterling-vir-975383. The posting time indicated is Arizona local time. Arizona does not observe daylight savings so the post time may be Mountain or Pacific depending on the time of year.
Ripoff Report has an exclusive license to this report. It may not be copied without the written permission of Ripoff Report. READ: Foreign websites steal our content
Click Here to read other Ripoff Reports on HI-TECH REPAIRS INC
If you would like to see more Rip-off Reports on this company/individual, search here:Search Tips
In order to assure the best results in your search:
Advertisers above have met our
strict standards for business conduct.


text:
Eastern Parkway Pedestrian Mall
Crown Heights, New York, 11238
Commute to Downtown New York
Daily errands do not require a car.
World-class public transportation.
Flat as a pancake, excellent bike lanes.
About your score
Eastern Parkway Pedestrian Mall has a Walk Score of 96 out of 100. This location is a Walker's Paradise so daily errands do not require a car.
Eastern Parkway Pedestrian Mall is a three minute walk from the 2 7 Avenue Express, the 3 7 Avenue Express and the 4 Lexington Avenue Express at the Franklin Av stop.
This location is in the Crown Heights neighborhood in New York. Nearby parks include Doctor Ronald McNair Park, Dr. Ronald McNair Park and Elijah Stroud Playground.
Explore how far you can travel by car, bus, bike and foot from Eastern Parkway Pedestrian Mall.
Eastern Parkway Pedestrian Mall is a Rider's Paradise which means world-class public transportation. Car sharing is available from Zipcar, RelayRides and Enterprise CarShare.
Rail lines:
S Franklin Avenue Shuttle
0.1 mi
3 7 Avenue Express
0.1 mi
4 Lexington Avenue Express
0.1 mi
5 Lexington Avenue Express
0.1 mi
2 7 Avenue Express
0.1 mi
C 8 Avenue Local
0.7 mi
A 8 Avenue Express
0.7 mi
B 6 Avenue Express
0.7 mi
Q Broadway Express
0.7 mi
0.8 mi
Bus lines:
B48 Lefferts Gardens - Greenpoint
0.1 mi
B45 Downtown Brooklyn - Crown Heights
0.1 mi
B49 Manhattan Beach - Bedford-Stuyvesant
0.2 mi
Car shares:
Bike shares:
View all Crown Heights apartments on a map.
Popular apartment searches include hardwood floor, top floor and fitness.
Eastern Parkway Pedestrian Mall is in the Crown Heights neighborhood. Crown Heights is the 64th most walkable neighborhood in New York with a neighborhood Walk Score of 95.
Moving to New York from another city? View our moving to New York guide.


text:
Giant Garter snake (Thamnophis gigas)
Listing Status:
Where Listed: WHEREVER FOUND
General Information
Dorsal background coloration (the basic color on the snake's back) varies from brownish to olive with a checkered pattern of black spots, separated by a yellow dorsal stripe and two light colored lateral stripes. Background coloration and prominence of a black checkered pattern and the three light stripes are geographically and individually variable. The ventral surface (the snake's underside) is cream to olive or brown and sometimes infused with orange, especially in northern populations.
- States/US Territories in which the Giant Garter snake, Wherever found is known to or is believed to occur: California
- US Counties in which the Giant Garter snake, Wherever found is known to or is believed to occur: View All
- USFWS Refuges in which the Giant Garter snake, Wherever found is known to occur:
Butte Sink Wildlife Management Area, Colusa National Wildlife Refuge, Delevan National Wildlife Refuge, Grasslands Wildlife Management Area, North Central Valley Wildlife Management Area... Show All Refuges
- Additional species information
|Date Listed
|Lead Region
|Where Listed
|California/Nevada Region (Region 8)
|Wherever found
» Federal Register Documents
» Recovery
|Plan Action Status
|Plan Status
|Revised Draft Recovery Plan for Giant Garter Snake (Thamnophis gigas)
|Recovery efforts in progress, but no implementation information yet to display
|Giant Garter Snake (Thamnophis gigas) 5-Year Review (2012)
|Giant Garter Snake 5-Year Review
» Critical Habitat
No critical habitat rules have been published for the Giant Garter snake.
» Conservation Plans
|SHA Plan Summaries
|City of Elk Grove Safe Harbor Agreement
|Sacramento River Conservation Area Forum
|Yolo County Audubon
» Petitions
» Life History
No Life History information has been entered into this system for this species.
» Other Resources
NatureServe Explorer Species Reports -- NatureServe Explorer is a source for authoritative conservation information on more than 50,000 plants, animals and ecological communtities of the U.S and Canada. NatureServe Explorer provides in-depth information on rare and endangered species, but includes common plants and animals too. NatureServe Explorer is a product of NatureServe in collaboration with the Natural Heritage Network.
ITIS Reports -- ITIS (the Integrated Taxonomic Information System) is a source for authoritative taxonomic information on plants, animals, fungi, and microbes of North America and the world.
FWS Digital Media Library -- The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service's National Digital Library is a searchable collection of selected images, historical artifacts, audio clips, publications, and video.


text:
*** Check back on Selection Sunday, December 7, 2014, to find out who will be playing in the 2014 Orange Bowl.
Sun Life Stadium - South Florida
December 27, 2014
Orange Bowl Ticket Exchange
Orange Bowl Ticket Renewal
© 2017, OrangeBowl.org. All Rights Reserved.
Orangebowl.org is the official web site of the Orange Bowl Committee, host of the 81st Orange Bowl.


text:
Mobile App
Government First Grade College
Total Students
Fees Range
How to reach
Government First Grade College is situated at Channapatna-571501 Ramanagaram District, Karnataka. in Channapatna.
Courses Offered
- 3 Years
- Bachelor of Business Management-B.B.M.
- Management - BBA / MBA / Diploma
- 3 Years
- Bachelor of Commerce-B.Com
- Banking / Finance / Accounts / Commerce
- 3 Years
- Bachelor of Science-B.Sc.
- Sciences
- 3 Years
- Bachelor of Science-B.Sc.
- Sciences
- 2 Years
- Bachelor of Arts-B.A.
- Languages / Arts / Literature
- 2 Years
- Master of Arts-M.A.
- Languages / Arts / Literature
- 2 Years
- Master of Arts-M.A.
- Languages / Arts / Literature
Government First Grade College - GFGC
The erstwhile Government first grade college, channapatna saw the light of day on june 1984.Now a days the educational institutions have been commercialized. But this institution is an exception to this. The motto of this institution is to impart quality education to the students hailing from rural area.The college offers Under Graduate courses in BA, B.COM, BBM and B.SC. B.SC is a new course in this college. It has been started from the academic year 2010-11.It is like a new feather in the cap of Institution. A new combination with psychology, Journalism and History in BA course will be introduced from the next academic year. Add- on courses would be introduced for the benefit of students. Post- Graduate courses in commerce, Kannada, History and Economics are proposed to be started from the ensuing academic year. A plan of action has been prepared with respect to commencement of new courses.Government first Grade College, channapatn has got its own identity. The college was shifted to present building in 1994.The first floor of the building has been constructed very recently. The construction of the second floor is in progress. The civil work is going on. The college has a huge permanent structure comprising of 12 class rooms, library, science laboratory, principal chamber, college office, computer laboratory, NSS and Sports room, staff room and commerce and Management department. Class rooms are spacious and well ventilated with fans. Each class room can accommodate more than 100 students. More class rooms will be made available from next year.
Why join Government First Grade College Channapatna
The college has well state of the art infrastructure facilities.
7 Type Courses Available
- 5 UG Courses
- 2 PG Courses
Government First Grade College Placements
Visiting Companies
Student Placement
The college has full-fledged and well stocked library. The library of the college has been functioning as a resource and information centre. It is considered to be a main organ of the institution as it contributes to the academic development of the college. The Library has come to occupy a prominent place. A top priority has been given to Library ever since the college made a humble beginning in the year 1984.It was a small Library then and now it has become a huge one. The Library facilities have got expanded over the years.
Try our extensive database of FAQs or submit your own question...
Latest Placement Record needed Ahsan Asked this 1 year, 11 months ago in Marketing - India
how is SITM college for mba in telecom management Anonymous User Asked this 1 year, 4 months ago - India
Career question Anonymous User Asked this 1 year, 1 month ago - India


text: I don't want to be constantly self harming. I really don't. Yet, I find myself doing it. I think it's that I hadn't in such a long while, yeah, I was constantly slipping up, but that was like just for moments, because it was just slipping up. Now, once I've started once, I'm back at it. Except it's a whole lot more constant. Even that is okay. What isn't, is that, I'm looking back, and I can't see where I chose to. So last night I reached out to others, worked on a puzzle, and then supposedly chose to pick something up to mess up with. But, I wasn't really choosing it. I just WAS. It just was. Just is. But where, then, was I choosing? I don't want to constantly do this, but if I don't even know when I have a choice to do anything differently there'll be no way for me to do it differently. I hate myself right now. Like I ever don't. I just want some peace from life for a bit. And doesn't seem like I'm going to get it.


text:
Category:Boston Aquarial and Zoological Gardens
The Boston Aquarial and Zoological Gardens (1860-1862) were located in Boston, Massachusetts, on Central Court, in the block bounded by Washington Street, Summer Street, Bedford Street and Chauncy St. The business was bought in 1862 by P.T. Barnum, who renovated the space; it closed in 1863. [1]
This category has the following 3 subcategories, out of 3 total.
- ► Barnum's Aquarial Gardens (6 F)
- ► Boston Aquarial Gardens (1859-1860) (1 C, 8 F)
- ► James Ambrose Cutting (1 F)
Media in category "Boston Aquarial and Zoological Gardens"
The following 16 files are in this category, out of 16 total.


text:
1. Keep the Ten Commandments.
2. Pray twice as often as you do.
3. Go weekly to the desert of your soul and wait for God.
(--what, you're complaining already? What did you think, you'd be able to go to Target, buy a weight loss DVD, and be done with this? This is effort, people. Continuing--)
4. Get to know a saint. Personally.
5. Be inspired by the communion of saints, but be yourself.
6. Find out who "yourself" is by asking God to show you. (Maybe in that desert time, #3)
7. Go to confession. Then do it again within a month.
8. I'm assuming you're going to Mass on Sundays. If not, do it. If you are, resolve to go to at least occasional daily mass (if possible) during Lent. Or start early.
9. Cull your excess and give it to the poor.
10. Then pray this, and mean it:
- Lord, make me a channel of thy peace;
- that where there is hatred, I may bring love;
- that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness;
- that where there is discord, I may bring harmony;
- that where there is error, I may bring truth;
- that where there is doubt, I may bring faith;
- that where there is despair, I may bring hope;
- that where there are shadows, I may bring light;
- that where there is sadness, I may bring joy.
- Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted;
- to understand, than to be understood;
- to love, than to be loved.
- For it is by self-forgetting that one finds.
- It is by forgiving that one is forgiven.
- It is by dying that one awakens to eternal life.
- Amen.
- Happy New Year and feast of Mary, the Mother of God, everyone!
- Image credit.


text:
Chevron Striped Infinity Scarf
$9.49 $23
Fun and fashionable, this fabulous two tone lightweight infinity ring scarf provides simple and up to date style that can be enjoyed all year long. Featuring a super chic zigzag chevron printed pattern, this scarf will allow you to accessorize with ease. Scarf measures 35 inches wide. Scarf measures 35 inches long, end to end.
• Soft, Comfortable & Lightweight
• Can be Worn Long or Doubled Around the Neck
• Stylish & Trendy Chevron Pattern
• Polyester
• Imported
Product Code: APS00435/S04609 S04610 S04612 S04613 S04614


text:
The gas doesn't mean anything, leaving only is first riddle. Two pure pennies... pennies are made of copper, another word for an officer. These two must be Harvey Dent and Lieutenant Gordan, the same men that refuse to lock me up. What is he planning to do with them?
My feet landed softly onto the skyscrapers top floor. I casually moved to the signal, disguised by night. A soft, circular white light lit the sky, a dark bat in the middle.
Lieutenant Gordon sighed with annoyance once Dent arrived. Dent didn't bother asking where I was. No reporter or officer can ever see me here. If they do, they'll have hard evidence against half my allies.
In my hiding spot, I stated "Both of you have been threatened by the Riddler. Modify your protection details and habits, it'll make things easier for me while I track down the Riddler."
Gordon quickly said "The Joker just robbed Kline and Klux bank, killed three people. We've got no prints, dna, nothing."
Anger crept in. A slight growl entered my voice "The Riddler is the lesser. Stay safe from him, I'll find the Joker."
My feet scratched the concrete as I left, then resumed their silent stroll through the city heights, using my cape to silently fall from rooftop to rooftop.
Alfred walked into the cave, smirking. "Is the clinic closed tonight sir?"
My boots slipped of my feet. "Something serious is happening Alfred. The Riddler and Joker both striked on the same day. It can't be coincidence."
I sat down at my master computer, stating "I'll be here all night."
Text flashed before my eyes, running down the screen. Alfred said "The Riddler would want to ridicule you in a different way than the Joker. Not to mention they're both too smart to work with each other, no matter how coincidental these circumstances are. Goodnight sir."


text: Looking Up Robert Nieminen By Robert NieminenWhile the outlook is modest for the U.S. economy, 2006 is expected to be a strong year for the A&D industry. Contributor * required fields From* To* Message cancel Just a few years ago, economists and industry experts were saying that the design and construction industry would face limited growth and see gains in the one to two percent range. Times have changed, thankfully. 2005 was probably the most turbulent year in terms of natural disasters in recent history, but the U.S. economy managed to survive mostly unscathed. While the design and construction industry doesn't strictly adhere to growth curves of the overall economy, experts are indicating that 2006 stands to be the best year that A&D firms have seen in some time, particularly in the commercial buildings market. "We're looking for a good year for nonresidential construction activity," said Kermit Baker, chief economist for the American Institute of Architects (AIA). "Growth in design activity at architecture firms has been strong all year, and with the traditional six- to nine-month lag between design activity and construction spending, 2006 should easily be the best year so far this decade." This optimism is affirmed in a new report titled, 2006 AEC Industry Outlook from ZweigWhite—73 percent of respondents expect the design and construction industry to outperform the U.S. economy in 2006 as it did in 2005, while only 9 percent expect it to lag. "Despite increasing pessimism about the U.S. economy as a whole, design and construction firm leaders are very optimistic about how their firms—and the AEC industry as a whole—will perform in 2006," said Christopher Klein, a principal with ZweigWhite. "More than 70 percent of firm leaders project their business will be 'outstanding' or 'excellent' next year. Broad-based growth in the design and construction industry should continue into 2006. Residential construction may slow somewhat, but nonresidential construction should continue to rebound and public works should grow as state and municipal budgets improve." Hot MarketsAs was the case last year, healthcare and higher education will continue to be the strongest markets for design and construction firms in 2006, according to the report. An aging population and advancements in technology, coupled with large increases in healthcare expenditures, are increasing the demand for new healthcare facilities. As Robert Wright, FASID, president of ASID, notes, accommodating the needs of baby boomers as they age will require modifications in homes, offices and public buildings. Similarly, as some minority populations reach "majority" levels in some states, their cultural values and preferences will influence the design of public and institutional environments, he adds. Higher education construction is at an all-time high, and with the "baby boom echo" on its way, colleges and universities will need to upgrade and expand residence halls and educational facilities to deal with the coming population surge. Improvements to state budgets and a rebounding stock market will help financing. Challenges AheadOther issues facing design firms in the coming year range from finding qualified staff to expanding marketing activities, the ZweigWhite report found. The inability to find qualified staff topped the list, followed by the declining use of Qualifications-Based Selection, the cost of building materials, and the cost of health insurance. Staffing issues may require design firms to enlist the help of specialists in lighting design, graphic design, branding, audiovisual technologies and other fields, particularly with the growing experience economy. Demand for building materials in the Gulf Coast and in China will continue to put a strain on material shortages, driving up costs, which could affect clients' budgets for design and construction projects. When asked what growth strategies they plan to pursue in 2006, respondents to the ZweigWhite survey most commonly cited expanding marketing activities. That was followed by increasing hiring and recruitment activities, introducing new services to existing markets, teaming and entering new markets. According to David Shepherd, president of Designing Profits, Inc., key to a successful marketing campaign in the next year, is identifying: the firm's unique competitive strengths, a description of the firm's ideal prospective client and specific offers that will attract ideal prospects. Also on the forefront of design is the continuing issue of sustainability. As the trend continues to grow (see page 20 for more), designers will need to educate not only themselves on the latest developments (and possibly become LEED-accredited), but also educate clients about the health and cost benefits of going green. Sustainable or green products and practices will go down in cost as specification becomes more widespread, which should help sell the concept to clients. Linking to this article. You are always welcome to link to any page on our Website. However, this does not give you permission to copy the article in any way nor republish the article on your own site. You can however summarize the article in your own words and then link to the full article on our site at any time. Linking to media. You may not link directly to any interactive content (video, Webcast, or audio) nor directly link to any pictures hosted by our Website. Please see our policy regarding "Terms of Use" for information regarding the proper use of such material. Related Articles SmithGroupJJR Hires George Athens as Workplace Studio Leader in Detroit Office Anton Johnson Designs Ngeringa Cultural Centre in Adelaide Hills


text:
Days Inn Shallotte
No prices found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Continental Breakfast
- Fitness/Health center
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
Travelers also looked at:
- Swimming pool
- Fitness/Health center
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
- Continental Breakfast
TripAdvisor Reviews Days Inn Shallotte
Travel Blogs from Shallotte
Myrtle Beach day Trip
I'm living in Wilmington, NC currently. My boyfriend and I decided to go to Myrtle Beach since it was raining all day in Wilmington. We headed to North myrtle, about an hour and 10 min from Wilmington, and we went to barefoot landing. We walked around for about an hour then decided to do something else. We went to broadway at the beach and went to helicopter ...
Another great anchorage
We loved this anchorage. Under-rated in the guide books. we swam; went ashore
and have great sunset and sunrise moments. This will be our last night in North Carolina, tomorrow we start our tour of South Carolina.
South & North Carolina
... of places you visit and the people you meet. As with any country, it has its problems that it's trying to deal with, but it is still a remarkable country and a massive one. The Hollywood stuff you see on TV, is just that, TV. Although being exposed to all the US movies and TV series does make some of the places we visited a bit surreal. We leave with a mountain of memories and we hope to be back at some point in the future. Cheers for now
Overnight stop in a great town
This was a fine overnight. We left Caroline beach at first light and headed back
south on the ICW magenta line.
We arrived Southport early morning in time for me to get set up for work.
Southport is a cute town with some fun shops and interesting restaurants.
we had options to stay at the town dock ( see photo ) that ...
The Carolinas
... the water but too scary not knowing depths. Hopefully our boating trip tomorrow will be more fun.
8/13/15 - Thursday
North Myrtle Beach, SC Freedom Boat Club was our destination today. We got an 18ft
245 hp I/O cruiser/ski boat. There's nothing like going 45mph in a large bath tub! The Intracoastal waterway provided an interesting and fun time cruising between South & North Carolina. Mobs of jet skiers, as numerous as ants at a picnic and ...


text:
Confidence Lost - Chapter 1
New York City… Seven years later…
"Count me out."
Peter Burke looked at Neal Caffrey incredulously. "Are you serious?" Briefly Peter wondered if the man sitting in front of him hadn't been replaced by a body snatcher. "You're honestly telling me you're not the least bit interested in being part of an assignment involving the private art collection of one of the wealthiest, most powerful billionaires in the world?"
Neal was silent for a moment as he gave off the general impression that he was deep in thought. "Yeah, I'm not the least bit interested," he said nonchalantly.
A quick glance around the office confirmed Peter's suspicions that the rest of his team was as baffled as he was by Neal's abnormal disinterest in a case that was seemingly right up his alley. "May I ask why the uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm? This is usually the kind of case that has you chomping at the bit, and has me worrying about all the extra paperwork I'll have to file just to keep you out of prison afterwards."
The former con artist sighed and leaned back in his chair before he started ticking off his reasons on his fingers. "One, anything of value attached to Wayne Enterprises has top of the line WayneTech security covering it. It's practically impenetrable for normal, run-of-the-mill criminal elements. You'd have a better chance of breaking into Fort Knox with one hand tied behind your back. Two, if someone is targeting the Wayne collection they're going to be coming in hot and heavy. There will be big guns, perhaps a meta or two, and maybe even a small army if they have the budget for it. The organized crime rackets from Gotham City aren't especially known for their subtlety. A few federal agents flashing their badges won't be intimidating anybody."
"And three?"
Neal looked pointedly at Peter. "And three, Bruce Wayne funds Batman Incorporated. Have you forgotten about that little detail? It was only earth-shattering news a few years ago. With the value of this collection, there's a pretty good chance that Mr. Wayne's called in a favor from the cape and cowl set to look after his investments." Neal leaned back in his seat, crossed his arms across his chest, and shook his head. "Frankly… I don't even see why the FBI is even bothering with this. Isn't this an example of that whole wasteful spending thing the government is supposed to be cracking down on?"
Peter pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Regardless of your professional opinion, Neal, the FBI is on the case. There are several pieces in the collection that are being actively targeted by criminals on our watch list and Bruce Wayne himself has personally requested that we have one of our best operatives test his security for weaknesses."
"So send in your best operative."
"I'm looking at him."
From the expression on Neal's face, one would have thought that Peter had just asked him to have a root canal without anesthesia. Finally, the younger man capitulated. "Alright, alright, I'll do it. However, I want it on the record that I'm doing this under protest."
"Duly noted. Now get out of here. You've got a week to figure out how to steal something priceless out from under Bruce Wayne's nose."
Normally a quip like that would've rewarded Peter with one of Neal's cheeky, confident, kid-in-a-candy-store grins. Not today, though. Neal looked practically grim as he put his hat onto his head and stalked out of the conference room. Special Agents Diana Barrigan and Clinton Jones watched him as he left, then turned their attentions to Peter.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Peter?" Jones asked with undisguised concern. "Clearly Neal is still out of sorts after Kate's death. I've never seen him like this."
"I understand your concern, Jones," Diana said. "But this assignment will be good for him. If he's left to brood with nothing else to occupy his mind, he'll just start focusing on finding on Kate's murderer, and you know what'll happen then. We don't need him running off half-cocked and looking for revenge."
"You've both got your points," Peter said somberly. "Neal is clearly not being himself, so it might affect his work with us, but to just force him to take time off to grieve Kate's death gives him too much time on his own to get himself into trouble. I personally requested this specific assignment for Neal because it is something he can work on that's well within his comfort zone, but it's still a controlled environment where we can keep our eyes on him."
Peter rose up from his seat, pulled out a set of folders from his desk drawer, and handed one each to the two agents before him. "In the mean time, you two know your tasks regarding the investigation into Kate's death. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go meet a Mr. Grayson about the security surrounding the display of Bruce Wayne's art collection."
Author Notes:
Welcome to Chapter 1. Whereas the Prologue (set seven years in the past) rewrote the ending of Red Robin #12, this chapter starts off where the end of Season 1 of White Collar left off. So essentially this is a rewrite of Season 2.


text:
Let us know when your receive great advice so we can thank our lawyers and point others with similar questions in the right direction.Got it!
We run a food pantry and it is accessed by pulling down the ally. My neighbor complained that the cars that go past his property have cut off the edge of his yard making it hard to mow. Other vehicles travel through the ally also. I pointed out that when it rains the water flows very quickly past his property because the ally naturally leans into his yard and the ally drops of fast past him. He says it's my problem and I need to fix it. I have used orange cones every time we give out food which is once a month. I have put over $3000 of rock on the ally in the past 5 years. What do I do?
It's not easy to answer without seeing a picture or a plat. If it's a publicly owned alley, then he really has no basis to complain about traffic using it. If it's privately owned, he might have something to complain about. Even if it's privately owned, many times those alleys are governed by some sort of written and recorded easement agreement that spells out some rights and responsibilities. Before you spend more money fixing the roadway or time in dealing with your neighbor, you should gather up as much information as you have about the title to your property and the alley and bring it in to a local lawyer knowledgeable about land use and title issues. Hopefully you'll find someone who'll consider what you're doing and show some charity toward the fees. Good luck, and keep doing the right thing to help the needy.
Please be sure to mark the best answer to your question. My answers are general and do not form an attorney-client relationship. I'm happy to talk to prospective clients in my areas of concentration and geographical location.Ask a similar question
If your - or that of your agents or invitees - use of the ally causes a recurring trespass and damage to the neighbor's property, he might have a cause of action.
I am not a IL attorney, laws vary from state to state, therefore you should always consult a local attorney.
If this answer was helpful, please mark it as helpful or as a best answer. This answer is for general education purposes only. It neither creates an attorney-client relationship nor provides legal guidance or advice. The answer is based on the limited information provided and the answer might be different had additional information been provided. You should consult an attorney.Ask a similar question
Post a free question on our public forum.Ask a Question
- or -
Search for lawyers by reviews and ratings.Find a Lawyer


text:
|Reviews for A Matter of Trust
| Guest chapter 1 . 9/25/2013
You made me feel I had never understood the Marauders' story's tragedy till now... You made me cry...
| MiaCara chapter 1 . 5/21/2012
Absolutely wonderful! One of the best I have read in months! GREAT!
| o Sweet Disposition o chapter 1 . 12/20/2011
You know a story is amazingly-written when it brings tears to my eyes (which is a rare occurance). I thought this fic was wonderful, and the prospect of the fidelius charm not working on werewolfs, was a good explanation of why they never chose Remus as the secret keeper. 'Cause really, Remus is wicked! Anyway, loved it. :)
| I promise you that chapter 1 . 8/27/2011
*sniffs* Will the story of the Marauders and Lily *ever* fail to make me emotional? Seeing as I'm literally feeling like there is a horrible weight inside me that I always get when I'm feeling upset or missing something or someone terribly, the answer is no. No matter what Marauders story I read, whether it be hilarious and basically not sad from their years of Hogwarts, it stills reminds me of how they got ripped apart by war and I just feel horrible all over again.
I'm sure you've heard this many times before, but this was brilliant. I've always thought one of the things associated with Remus's so many years of guilt and regret and grief would be the fact that the only few people that he's ever considered as family didn't trust him. And you've done an amazing job at describing that part of Remus's grief.
I have no idea where I'm going with this review, honestly. Just... this was amazing. Maybe it's because I'm a sucker for angst stories (particularly where HP characters are still grieving over their past), but I just loved it.
- Liz xD
| planeteer-rach chapter 1 . 8/15/2011
I think that this is one of the best Harry Potter Fan Fiction pieces that I have ever read. Offering the perspective of Remus demonstrated that the author has an incredible ability to look at the situation through another's shoes. I particular, I liked the pensieve and the memory, because it is something that can just be imagined. The scene/s were described really well, and I honestly felt that I was there and a part of the saga. It filled me with sadness and happiness, and that's not easy to do in such a short space of time. Well done to the author, and I hope to read more of your work in the future!
| Charlotte Flame chapter 1 . 5/24/2011
I always thought it was more the pain of losing his best friends that made Remus have that pain in his eyes and the haggard face, than being a werewolf. To me, that was always the saddest part of the series- poor Remus, the werewolf who suffered so much, who lived alone, who always had to be responsible for the others. Thanks for reminding us all to pity those who are alone.
| rawriloveyou chapter 1 . 3/11/2011
So heartbreaking, but fantastically written. It made me cry (which is a good thing :) )
| MissGoalie75 chapter 1 . 4/13/2010
Honestly, I never believed that James and Lily thought Remus was the spy; it always felt off to me. This was really well done! It was very sad, too. Nice job!
| Xxmgxx3445xX chapter 1 . 7/31/2009
I don't know if its because this one shot was particularly moving or if its because it was read at 6am after having spent the night awake, but I was brought to tears during the memory.
And your one shot makes Remus' quotes no longer contradictory.
Wonderfully written, and the emotions expressed were amazing.
Great fic.
| Kiowa grl and Peytongal chapter 1 . 7/9/2009
oh, its so sad but its so good! I really loved it! I almost made me cry...I'm not a big crier so almost is really impressive! Good story
| Bianca chapter 1 . 7/4/2009
This was absolutely amazing. Really!
I love you you get a framework from the books and fill in what might have happened with a splendid sense of detail. I've read a lot of fanfiction on this bit, but I think this scene is the very most plausible.
Thanks for writing this!
| Marauderess at Heart chapter 1 . 5/7/2009
It made me cry by the end of it, and that was the first time i cried while reading a fanfiction. It was a great story.
| 8ami chapter 1 . 4/26/2009
Oh my Gad, that made me cry. It was so wonderful I could completely believe this, it fit into the real HP story so well. God I can't stop crying. Great writing, and you caught the change in characters well.
| Moony's daughter chapter 1 . 4/11/2009
omg! this fic moved me to tears! (and i am going to tell you now that not many can do that.) you have done a fantastic job!
| battleofwits chapter 1 . 4/2/2009
of course ill review it!
i liked it
different from other stories about the topic of remus being a traitor
and well-written
i really like it and i mean that
i would like to see some more works like this
but alas there is none
i hope you will write more


text:
Re: I Have a Stream
Somehow, I think this could be interpreted as offensive. Buy hey, at least it isn't a monkey.
By date:
By rank:
If you wanna vote, you need to Sign in first. Be sure to Sign in using an account with at least one purchase, otherwise you won't be able to participate. Sorry we called you buckaroo.


text:
Bingo Loft Promotion Code And Sign Up Bonus
Bingo Loft No Deposit Bonus
New players to Bingo Loft are offered the chance to play for free for seven days from the points of registration in the Newbie Room.
Bingo Loft Bonus On 1st Deposit
On your first deposit of at least £5 at Bingo Loft you will earn a 200% cash match bonus. Following your initial transaction you are then eligible to climb the Stairway to Swag if you deposit a minimum of £10 for an additional bonus of between 10p and £5 guaranteed.
T&C's apply – New players only. Min. deposit required is £5. Max. bonus given is £200. Wagering requirements of 2x deposit + bonus apply.
Click here to claim your 200% bonus at Bingo Loft
Bingo Loft Promotion Code
Currently there is no Bingo Loft promotion code available. However, to claim your 200% bonus and climb the Stairway to Swag you will need to do the following:
- First, you need to register at Bingo Loft via this link.
- Visit the online cashier and register your financial details.
- Make a deposit of £5. £10 if you wish to climb the Stairway to Swag.
- Your bonus will be credited instantly.
- You are then able to claim your additional bonus on the Stairway to Swag.
About Bingo Loft
Bingo Loft opened its doors to plays in October 2015, a rebrand of Big Brother Bingo that launched in October 2012. Although the original site launched quite sometime after the original Big Brother reality series, there was much interest in the site because it was the sixth of the Joy of Bingo brands to launch. Sadly, the tie in with the show didn't last very long and is probably the reason for the rebranding.
As with all sites from this online bingo camp Bingo Loft has taken a theme and extended it further than the home page; tabs are named after rooms found in a house and the rooms are aptly named too.
The interface is pure 888/Globalcom, and this means 90-ball and 75-ball games on a trusted but much used platform. Once you've created an account, you can launch the bingo lobby and from here you'll see a selection of bingo rooms, specials and pre-buys, alongside a host of exciting mini-games, slots and casino games. Overall the game play is good, but if you've played at one Globalcom site you've played at them all, and there's not really much (apart from the Big Brother appeal, which in itself is getting a bit tired) to keep you at the site.
Free bingo is offered to players for seven days from registration but after that access is restricted to the no cost rooms to players who had made a deposit. Bingo Loft also offers an abundance of low cost games as well as a selection of pre-buy guaranteed jackpot games.
Terms And Conditions For Special Offer
- Offer is for new players only.
- No current end date or date of expiration.
- See the full terms and conditions at Bingo Loft.
Click here for more bingo promotion codes & deposit bonus offers


text:
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
On the body, natural training, and specificity
Running guru Tinman wrote this on a letsrun thread about Dathan Ritzenhein:
"When you are fit, you are fit; and you race well over variety of distances. To be fit, you have to train in accordance with your body's natural laws. If you race outside your natural range, all you have to do is "touch" on race-pace or tactical training for the event; not focus a great deal of time and energy on it."
This is a wise comment. As I look back over my last training cycle, it is very clear why I did not run my best in my marathon attempt. The reason was simply this: I focused for too long on marathon specificity and got away from the task of "training according to my body's natural laws."
What does this mean? We need to look at the relation between specificity and training that works according to the body's natural laws.
Training according to the body has less to do with the particular sorts of workouts that one does and more to do with the effects of those workouts. This training is sustainable and feeds the body over the long term. Like giving a plant sunshine and water: the main purpose of this sort of training is to grow and develop the body as a runner. The point of this sort of training is not to stress the body so that it produces new capabilities, but to strengthen and feed the runner within. This sort of training is not hard to accomplish: mostly it's a matter of getting out the door and doing the sort of running that is good for you and sustainable over the long haul. Water the plant.
Specific training has a different purpose. To extend our plant metaphor, the effect of specific training is not to feed and nourish the plant as a whole, but to produce a specific quality in the plant by stressing the plant in a certain way through processes of selection. For example, if we want a plant to grow as tall as possible, we may begin trimming its horizontal shoots and cultivating the shoots that tend in a vertical direction. Focusing our attention on this, we can see great results, fairly quickly. Our plant grows upwards. We achieve the quality that we want. But there is a downside here. We have gotten away from the natural laws of the plant's growth and have introduced an artificial exaggeration. The plant is now taller, for sure, but in general it is weaker. It is perhaps more susceptible to wind gusts, and if we continue to trim the horizontal shoots and let only vertical ones grow, our plant will reach its highest possible extension and then topple over, having reached an extension beyond its natural limits.
What's alluring about specific training is the rapid results that we get. We want to short-cut the process through the addition of harsh specific stresses. But too much attention to specificity leaves the body one-dimensional. As an organism, the body's dimensions are mutually beneficial, and even the one dimension that has been selected will suffer if it is not fed and maintained and strengthened by the other dimensions of the body.
A better approach is to train the body over a period of years, while it gradually and imperceptibly grows faster and stronger. Through gentle stresses we can transform our human bodies into runner's bodies, but we must be careful always to develop the body in a sustainable way so that it continues to grow. Quick results are transitory and do not reflect the full strength of the body. The challenge is to train a body that is naturally fast, one that is healthy and robust in its speed.
7 comments:
And race often. Don't worry about good races or bad races--both will happen part of the process. Celebrate the good ones and put the bad ones in the book and move on.ReplyDelete
Also beer, which comes from plants (it all comes full circle!) as post-race recovery drink.
Race often. I'll try to remember that. As soon as my legs are not destroyed anymore.ReplyDelete
Hey nice story about the gray fox.
Good stuff. Nice point from Mike about racing often and not worrying about the bad ones - something I still have to learn.ReplyDelete
Nice reading Jeff - thanks.
Interesting analogy - with enjoyably detailed exposition :)ReplyDelete
This makes me think of Geb and how his career has progressed from 1500 through marathon and all the world records he set while increasing distance.ReplyDelete
It's sort of like a boxer that continues to move up in weight class and winning championships along the way. Well, sort of. But boxing at different weight classes does require new skills while still never divorcing from the basics of the sport, much like distance running.
Nice post.
ecco outletReplyDelete
cheap ray bans
nike cortez shoes
longchamp uk
oakley sunglasses wholesale
cheap oakley sunglasses
stan smith adidas
adidas superstars
cheap jordan shoes
coach outlet online
ray bans
michael kors handbags
true religion
louboutin outlet
ralph lauren outlet
versace sunglasses
pandora charms uk
kate spade outlet
michael kors handbgas
ray ban outlet store
cheap ray-ban sunglasses outlet
adidas shoes
ray bans
nike store uk
michael kors handbags
nike huarache black
adidas trainers
white converse
north face jackets
true religion jeans outlet
burberry bags
coach outlet online
coach outlet online
yeezy boost 350 balck
asics running shoes
reebok outlet store
ralph lauren uk
prada sunglasses wholesale
nike force 1
longchamp bags
michael kors outlet
coach factory outlet
ralph lauren outlet
christian louboutin outlet
coach factory outlet
toms shoes
asics running shoes
jordan 3
kate spade
supra sneakers
coach factory outlet
ray ban sunglasses
coach outlet
louis vuitton
adidas shoes
nike sb shoes
coach outlet online
adidas superstar
adidas trainers
kevin durant shoes
vans shoes
michael kors outlet
air jordan pas cher
coach outlet
tory burch flats
nike outlet store
ralph lauren polo
jordan 4
coach outlet online
coach outlet
christian louboutin outlet
cheap toms shoes
fake watches
longchamp handbags
lebron james shoes
coach factory outlet
oakley vault
louis vuitton outlet


text:
226,582Added 4 years ago
Starring: Vanessa Blue and Ben English Suggest actors
Do you recognise pornstars in this scene? Begin typing a pornstar name, then click on the button to suggest them!
DVD: Intensitivity 4
Categories: AmateurBig CocksBig TitsBlack FemaleBlowjobCouplesCowgirlCumshotsDeep ThroatDoggy StyleEthnicFacial CumshotHairy PussyHardcoreInterracialCum in MouthReverse CowgirlSpoon
Black slut Vanessa Blue shows her big tits before getting her tight pink pussy and her tight asshole fucked hard.
Big tit slut has to use a spreader in her holes to get therm ready for the cock she is gong to get
Featured in playlists: Hairy Ebony Honies (300 Videos), white dicks in black chicks (198 Videos), Hottest videos (282 Videos), Ebony Favourites (300 Videos), Sexiest Videos (251 Videos), Best fucking videos (81 Videos), 16892 (274 Videos), Intensitivity (30 Videos), Ebony Chicks White Dicks Anal (130 Videos), Stars (34 Videos)Show more Report
Video Suggestions
- Captain Hook Fucks Vanessa With His Cock27:42
- Black Hooker Sucks White Cock And Swallows His Jizz18:01
- Big Tit Vanessa Blue Sucks And Then Fucks A Juicy White Cock28:28
- Interracial Action Vanessa Blue And Trevor Slide18:03
- Vanessa Blue Gets Her Ass Fucked On The Bus By Tom Chapman15:40
- Ginormous Black Tits Bounces Black Ass On Cock20:41
- Kelly Starr And Kyle Stone Hot Interracial Fuck Session23:46
- Vanessa Is Going To Give Michael A Real Treat.15:52
- Lex Steele Gets Caught In Vanessa's Fishnet Sex Trap32:25
- Black Beauty Fucked On Office Table18:59
User Comments (17)
- Anonymous
Lol I love how he's like holy shit is is amazing and she's like come on is that all you got4 years ago0Reply
- Anonymous
Dick4 years ago0Reply
- Anonymous
Finally a WHITE BIG COCKS TO FILL A BLACK BEAAUTY SLUT..!! Pretty rare scenario..!! So go big cock and try to take revenge of ours white cock limits..!!4 years ago0Reply
- Anonymous
Its fucking wicked4 years ago0Reply
- playmastersmokie
yhis chick is bag as shit beautiful smile and take care of business I will love to fuck her4 years ago0Reply
- Anonymous
I WILL FUCK HER4 years ago0Reply
- Anonymous
Sex ass4 years ago0Reply
- elvis
sexy babe5 years ago0Reply
- Fuckmaster
Ya kashe5 years ago0Reply
- Anonymous
oooo6 years ago0Reply
- Anonymous
- Anonymous
se tarda6 years ago0Reply