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University Student/Professional Red Solo Cup Holder
Philosophy and Anthropology double major with a minor in Classics (Cause I don't want to have any useful skills)
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Just letting everyone know I'm still here. I have a post ready whenever enough peeps have their intros up.
Haha thank you, it was even scarier in low light where it looked even less like make-up and more like death!
I wish I could say I did, but no, most of my friends are of the female persuasion actually and two of them ended up arguing over who was going to get to do it :P
I wish I could say I did, but no, most of my friends are of the female persuasion actually and two of them ended up arguing over who was going to get to do it :P
Hmmmm… Lemme see, some of my bathroom selfies before the party lol
You'd squeal at my vampire costume this past Halloween then :p
“God fucking damnit…” Jack growled, standing over one of the three dead bodies strewn about his cozy little apartment. There were bullet holes all over, nine-millimeter slugs buried in the walls and the couch he had ducked behind. There wasn’t much time to do what needed to be done, he had just killed three men in the fight, and sooner or later the cops were going to show up. But he couldn’t run just yet, his fingerprints were all over the apartment after all, and he had been in the United States Military. If they ran his prints it wouldn’t be long before they put together who he was, and that would be some serious bad news. With no time to lose, The Ferryman tore up the floorboards for his go-bag, containing thousands of dollars cash in six different currencies. In addition, there was a change of clothes, and a brand new 45 caliber
Throwing the vaccum-sealed bag into a black leather briefcase along with a box of bullets from his drawer, Jack set off for the closet. Tearing off his bloodstained clothes, The Ferryman donned a tacky black suit before running out into the hall to pull the fire alarm.
He could already hear police sirens approaching, pushing him to work faster. Inside a hidden panel in back of his closet were two jerry cans of gasoline, which he promptly poured over the entire apartment. Pulling out a cheap zippo from the suit pocket, he flicked the flint and tossed it in a pool of gas, fire spread quickly through the room and quickly engulfed the entire apartment. By that time, Jack had already grabbed his briefcase and fled down the stairs. As he rushed outside with the rest of the panicked tenants, turning back to the building he found the police waiting outside. They stared up at the flames escaping from his window, which had begun to spread to neighboring apartments. The men were too afraid to enter the building before the fire department showed up, so they just urged everyone to step away from the building. “Hey you, sir. Did you hear any gunfire before the fire started?“ One of the officers asked, directing his question at Jack.
“Oh, of course officer, it was terribly frightening! I was just getting ready to go to work this morning when I heard a big fight upstairs, I hope no one was hurt, but I fear the worst! It all started with what sounded like an automatic weapon, I think they must have hosed the place down! But then there was silence for a moment, followed by… Umm… I think it must have been four more shots? It’s just so terrible, I was much too afraid to check it out further, I’m sorry officer.” The Ferryman replied.
“Don’t be, that was extremely helpful, sir. Can I have your name and a number where we might be able to reach you for further questioning?”
“Of course, of course. It’s Daniel Merriwether, and you can reach me at my office, the number is 318-452-9067, my secretary will put you through. Please officer, don’t hesitate to call if there’s anything I can do, I very much would like to see the men responsible put behind bars!” Afterwards the officer thanked Jack and moved on to the next witness while The Ferryman slipped away quietly around the corner.
Throwing the vaccum-sealed bag into a black leather briefcase along with a box of bullets from his drawer, Jack set off for the closet. Tearing off his bloodstained clothes, The Ferryman donned a tacky black suit before running out into the hall to pull the fire alarm.
He could already hear police sirens approaching, pushing him to work faster. Inside a hidden panel in back of his closet were two jerry cans of gasoline, which he promptly poured over the entire apartment. Pulling out a cheap zippo from the suit pocket, he flicked the flint and tossed it in a pool of gas, fire spread quickly through the room and quickly engulfed the entire apartment. By that time, Jack had already grabbed his briefcase and fled down the stairs. As he rushed outside with the rest of the panicked tenants, turning back to the building he found the police waiting outside. They stared up at the flames escaping from his window, which had begun to spread to neighboring apartments. The men were too afraid to enter the building before the fire department showed up, so they just urged everyone to step away from the building. “Hey you, sir. Did you hear any gunfire before the fire started?“ One of the officers asked, directing his question at Jack.
“Oh, of course officer, it was terribly frightening! I was just getting ready to go to work this morning when I heard a big fight upstairs, I hope no one was hurt, but I fear the worst! It all started with what sounded like an automatic weapon, I think they must have hosed the place down! But then there was silence for a moment, followed by… Umm… I think it must have been four more shots? It’s just so terrible, I was much too afraid to check it out further, I’m sorry officer.” The Ferryman replied.
“Don’t be, that was extremely helpful, sir. Can I have your name and a number where we might be able to reach you for further questioning?”
“Of course, of course. It’s Daniel Merriwether, and you can reach me at my office, the number is 318-452-9067, my secretary will put you through. Please officer, don’t hesitate to call if there’s anything I can do, I very much would like to see the men responsible put behind bars!” Afterwards the officer thanked Jack and moved on to the next witness while The Ferryman slipped away quietly around the corner.
Callthecops said
X- I just want to say, I love the McKenna reference!
I just realized you're referring to the McKennas in this RP, not Terence McKenna, the ethnobotanist and philosopher who championed the use of psychedelic drugs, especially DMT. Cool coincidence though, considering Robert Holmes' profession.
JurassicHole said
That was a great film, probably one of the best war movies ever made. I'd be lying if I said I didn't tear up at the end as well. However, for a movie that rips your tears out from you, I'd recommend "12 Years A Slave". The only movie to actually make me cry, not just well up or have single tear go down my face, but straight up waterfalls. Such an emotional film. Gonna have to go watch something funny now just thinking about it., haha.Reminds me of my senior year in high school in Economics class. My teacher picked the two she felt were the best for each side, asked us to stand up in front of the class, and then debate/state our cases. I was against it, she was for it. They were all silent when I finished. Don't want to start an argument on here, so I'll leave it at that.
Yeah man, I'm all for that, I'm not particularly for it either, that was just what I argued. I'm pretty neutral on the subject so theres no ideological argument here
In high school I wrote the best persuasive paper of my whole life. We had to pick a side on the death penalty, so I chose Pro. Everyone else wrote about the costs, whether it was a deterrent or not ect. and both sides just found arguments that supported their own points (we all had to read our papers out loud in that class). All I did was find the 5 most horrific serial killers of all time and wrote about all of the terrible things they did and then in my conclusion I asked if anyone in the class would stand up to defend their right to live.
Nobody said a word.
The lesson I learned there is that when you want to really make a good point, citing statistics means nothing, go for the emotional response.
Nobody said a word.
The lesson I learned there is that when you want to really make a good point, citing statistics means nothing, go for the emotional response.
Oh hush, you :)
The weekend was both great, and horrifying. A winning combination for sure.
The weekend was both great, and horrifying. A winning combination for sure.
Katelyn said
Athos - it's a date, love. Your post is beautiful. I don't watch sports either, but I love playing most of them. I'm more of a writer, reader and singer! *sings for the computer* You guys like? :PGoing for a nap!
You sing too? :D *gasp* I knew there was a reason I liked you!
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