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by Walabam » Tue Jul 21, 2015 10:22 am
by Nude East Ireland » Tue Jul 21, 2015 1:11 pm
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by Reverend Norv » Fri Jul 24, 2015 2:41 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Walabam » Sat Jul 25, 2015 11:48 am
by Nude East Ireland » Sun Jul 26, 2015 2:17 pm
by Rupudska » Mon Jul 27, 2015 1:11 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:*l'snip*
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Cylarn » Tue Jul 28, 2015 1:04 pm
by Rudaslavia » Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:31 pm
by Aurinsula » Wed Jul 29, 2015 4:45 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:[...]
"Felipe, Alan, check over the bodies and the scene. Find me ID, any evidence of robbery, any prints or footprints or clothing fibers or shell casings."
[...]
Nude East Ireland wrote: [...]
He glanced at Felipe. "What do you think?"
by Astrolinium » Wed Jul 29, 2015 6:34 pm
by Reverend Norv » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:26 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Reverend Norv » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:26 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Reverend Norv » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:27 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Reverend Norv » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:28 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Reverend Norv » Thu Jul 30, 2015 8:28 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Astrolinium » Thu Jul 30, 2015 10:08 am
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by TriStates » Mon Aug 03, 2015 8:23 pm
Reverend Norv wrote:Friday, April 3, 2015
Raamgracht Expressway
New Leiden, Portocielo
18:45
The Green Cobras always fled east.
You couldn’t wait around in Truman Square after committing a crime. Police response times were far too fast. But if you fled west, you ended up in Orange Park, and that was a dead end – there was only one gate in the wall that ran through the middle of the park, and that gate was under PTPD control. Besides – even if you did make it through, you’d be in Little Rio, and you’d wish you’d let the cops get you.
So the Green Cobras always fled east, toward the chaos of Monteflores. If they could get across the Raamgracht Expressway into the projects, they could find a place to lie low for a while.
Unfortunately, the Raamgracht was a four-lane highway with bumper-to-bumper traffic moving at a minimum of forty miles per hour at pretty much every hour of the day or night. And that made it easy for Yin and Raijen to set up under a streetlamp and stake out the roads that dead-ended onto the Raamgracht from the west.
Not many cars came down those roads, and few of those that did looked like vehicles belonging to Green Cobras running for their lives. There was a limousine, doubtless carrying some big-shot from Truman Square to the airport further up the Raamgracht. There were a couple of Cadillacs. There was a big black Chevy Suburban, presumably carrying some politician’s security detail. There was a pickup, its bed filled with black women still wearing custodial uniforms, headed home across the expressway to Monteflores.
And then, of course, there was the young Carib-looking male, age about twenty, who came careening onto the Raamgracht on a moped and almost got run over by a Ford Focus. The young man who kept looking over his shoulder. The young man who had a dark green bandanna still wrapped around his upper arm, and whose hands were stained dark.
He was maybe a hundred yards away.
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by Rupudska » Tue Aug 04, 2015 3:39 pm
TriStates wrote:Raijen Skorzeny looked bored to death, leaning up lazily on the rear of the motorcycle. The detective was not a man for whom patience came easy. Which made him hard to deal with on stake out. Had he been a little less deaf, he would probably bemoan his discomfort to any who would here. Or an "accidental" grope on one Sergeant Yin. Glancing at the noticeably curvaceous outline of his partners back, a wolfish leer appeared on the mans face. It wasn't lust per say. More like an involved appreciation of the feminine form. At least, thats what he would have called it.
He'd been partnered- no, that wasn't right. He'd been chained up with the young woman since his first days as a Goon. He never figured out whose bright idea it had been to stick both of them together, though Mac must have been the to have the final say. As much as Mac respected Skorzeny unlike the rest of the department, he probably though it best keep Raijen out of trouble by tying him with Yin. Much to each detectives mutual disapproval. Only recently had there been any partnering in their relationship. They were now more of a team, than a feral cat and dog chained together. Strictly work related, of course. And for all his coarse joking around, Raijen didn't think of her as his type anyhow. And if there was any warmth from the other end, Yin held it behind the worlds greatest poker face.
As it was, Raijen amused himself by taking out his bailsong and putting it through the paces. A graduation gift from the Old Man, back when he was in that prison of a high school in Chechnya. American's called it a butterfly knife. It certainty had the grace of one. With a practiced flick of his hand, the sturdy steel seemed to fly apart and then back together, a stainless steel blade poised where there once was nothing. Another flick, and the knife was gone. The little contraption was one of Raijens most prized, and used, possessions.
Any distraction the balisong proved was nothing compared to the commotion a speeding two-wheeler caused as it raged up the on-ramp, and onto the sparsely populated freeway. The moped's high-pitched whine and the surprised honking of the other cars was lost on the detective, but he had a perfect view of the commotion from his seat. With a final flick, the balisong folded and was returned to his pocket. Tapping Yin on her shoulder, Raijen gave a exclamatory grunt, his thumb pointing at the obvious target.
His ears were handicapped, but not his eyes. And at a measly 300 feet, they told him that the driver was either a Cobra, or had a fetish for green. Either way, the little road hog was burning rubber like it was going out of style. More than enough cause to clamp down on the son of bitch, who was disturbing his peace. An eager grin stretched out across Raijen's tan faced, waiting for his partner to kick the bike into gear.
Time to go to work.
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Reverend Norv » Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:09 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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