AD-S-1640
19290825 19:33:59
Torrence held the long black case in his left hand and flipped the top open away from himself with his right. A slight smile cracked upon the edges of Kedzie's lips. It was beautiful to finally see in front of him.
"It is done. Try it out."
Kezdie nodded and took the chained watch into his hands, holding the body in his right. He brushed his thumb against the button on its top to test its sensitivity, and he found it to have a minimal amount of give before the light force he applied was resisted. The gold chain which he laced between two fingertips was a fine mesh of tiny links with a width of an eighth of an inch.
He pressed the button. The force of the chain's motion sent the watch body to the base of his palm, while the hilt melted into composition in his hand. The chain fled from his fingertips and snapped into a blade which grew to thirty inches. Two edges formed at the sides of the sword while the hollow middle was held in place by an interweaving of chain that curved and overlapped each other like vines. He lazily motioned the blade with his wrist and found it to be no heavier than a few pounds; then he wrapped his left hand around his right, pulled the blade over his head, and swung down upon the concrete floor with all of his strength. A few sparks and splinters of concrete flew from the point of impact, and the blade resonated with an echoing tone. The tone went away when he pressed the button again and the blade disintegrated from its structure to become the thin gold chain once more.
"Looks good." Torrence's praise was genuine.
"I agree. But, as stated, I cannot use this until it is blessed." Kedzie kept his eyes upon Torrence after saying this and replacing the watch into the box.
"Yeah, I figured you was serious about that, heh."
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
BP-S-0040
BP-S-0040
This location was first home to Wesley's Saloon and was built along with several other nearby businesses after the land was filled in 1846. Its prime location along the central road and lack of competing venues in its immediate vicinity helped to strengthen its business. The saloon was a low class establishment, which offered nothing in the way of entertainment or gaming, and drew regular patrons for having some of the cheapest beer and whiskey to be found in the city. Elmer Wesley figured that the local patrons would be among the poorer and working class citizens who were in that area in order to build and live in the newest houses and duplexes as they were being constructed nearby. After a generation, the neighborhood saw the lower class people leave for other developments and the commercial areas which shared the street began to serve more upscale clients. Elmer's son Nicholas wanted to reinvent the saloon to accommodate this new kind of business, and do so by completely upgrading and changing everything that the saloon had, including its name. Carbondale took this opportunity to have a direct hand in how the reinvented saloon would be furnished and presented. Nicholas originally proposed the new name of the bar to be "Mallard Green", but Carbondale compelled the name be changed to "Duck Green"; Carbondale stated that he felt the shorter name of "Duck" would make it more memorable to the public, but his private intent was to not have the location bear a name similar to that of Millard Fillmore. With the name settled, Nicholas permitted Duck Green to be a bar where "companion girls" would be part of the employed staff, and on hand with the intent to mingle with patrons as a means to compel them to stay and spend more money on food and drink. Duck Green became one of the many regular locations where The Runners would conduct business until 1953. At that point, the address block of BP-S-0000 through BP-S-0200 was purchased and razed to make way for the construction of the Bluepoint Tower, which opened in early 1955. A bar within the Bluepoint Tower was named Duck Green to commemorate the former bar which once stood there, but it was not owned by the Wesley family and only remained open under that name for two years. Since 1957, the business which remained in operation for the longest period of time in the location was a Bennigan's that operated from 1981 until 2008.
Testimonial:
"I worked at the Duck sometime around when the Depression hit the States. I was there before that October, actually, but I was getting tired of school and wanted to earn some money to help my father stay where we lived. I lied about my age when I went up for the job, and I got away with it - well, I want to say it's because of the pure charm I had at the time, sure, but I made sure I went in fighting by wearing a loose bra that I was able to stuff and push up when I went in for the interview. When Mr. Wesley sat and asked me questions I kept doing this thing where I'd sorta turn my torso to the side a bit when I would first speak, I'd sorta do this to give some dramaticism and weight to my figure, so I thought. Considering how I had to act there, I'm surprised he took me on after I was doing all of that. The place was nice, though, the place was very classy and moody with all hard, dark woods for the benches and tables, and lots of stained green glass and dark green fabrics for decorations on the walls and such. I remember that the plates and cups were all green glass too. The food was OK, but I remember most being served burgers and light lunch food as opposed to steaks. They were good though. Anyway, we were encouraged to wear all of a similar green when we worked, but the better gals who stuck around longer were able to get away with something as simple as a green blouse of even some green shoes. I know I was able to find some bright green heels that Nicholas liked a lot, and once he saw those he gave me the clear to work for the day. The best days was when I was assigned to men who were doing business meetings there. That happened a few times. And by best I just mean the pay, really, because some of those boys were just a hair trigger temper or were just so thick in the head that I had to just sit there with a fake smile for a few hours. Those times weren't hardly fun and all, but they were far better than the other usual work I did which was being a literal shoulder to cry on for those broke saps who came in during the 30s. I'm glad I worked there when I did, because it helped to save up enough money for me and my fiance to marry and move to a nice house in 1934. I never had a reason to go back there once I stopped working it, but I was still sad to hear it go in 54."
- Cecilia Torres, 19120816 - 19681203
This location was first home to Wesley's Saloon and was built along with several other nearby businesses after the land was filled in 1846. Its prime location along the central road and lack of competing venues in its immediate vicinity helped to strengthen its business. The saloon was a low class establishment, which offered nothing in the way of entertainment or gaming, and drew regular patrons for having some of the cheapest beer and whiskey to be found in the city. Elmer Wesley figured that the local patrons would be among the poorer and working class citizens who were in that area in order to build and live in the newest houses and duplexes as they were being constructed nearby. After a generation, the neighborhood saw the lower class people leave for other developments and the commercial areas which shared the street began to serve more upscale clients. Elmer's son Nicholas wanted to reinvent the saloon to accommodate this new kind of business, and do so by completely upgrading and changing everything that the saloon had, including its name. Carbondale took this opportunity to have a direct hand in how the reinvented saloon would be furnished and presented. Nicholas originally proposed the new name of the bar to be "Mallard Green", but Carbondale compelled the name be changed to "Duck Green"; Carbondale stated that he felt the shorter name of "Duck" would make it more memorable to the public, but his private intent was to not have the location bear a name similar to that of Millard Fillmore. With the name settled, Nicholas permitted Duck Green to be a bar where "companion girls" would be part of the employed staff, and on hand with the intent to mingle with patrons as a means to compel them to stay and spend more money on food and drink. Duck Green became one of the many regular locations where The Runners would conduct business until 1953. At that point, the address block of BP-S-0000 through BP-S-0200 was purchased and razed to make way for the construction of the Bluepoint Tower, which opened in early 1955. A bar within the Bluepoint Tower was named Duck Green to commemorate the former bar which once stood there, but it was not owned by the Wesley family and only remained open under that name for two years. Since 1957, the business which remained in operation for the longest period of time in the location was a Bennigan's that operated from 1981 until 2008.
Testimonial:
"I worked at the Duck sometime around when the Depression hit the States. I was there before that October, actually, but I was getting tired of school and wanted to earn some money to help my father stay where we lived. I lied about my age when I went up for the job, and I got away with it - well, I want to say it's because of the pure charm I had at the time, sure, but I made sure I went in fighting by wearing a loose bra that I was able to stuff and push up when I went in for the interview. When Mr. Wesley sat and asked me questions I kept doing this thing where I'd sorta turn my torso to the side a bit when I would first speak, I'd sorta do this to give some dramaticism and weight to my figure, so I thought. Considering how I had to act there, I'm surprised he took me on after I was doing all of that. The place was nice, though, the place was very classy and moody with all hard, dark woods for the benches and tables, and lots of stained green glass and dark green fabrics for decorations on the walls and such. I remember that the plates and cups were all green glass too. The food was OK, but I remember most being served burgers and light lunch food as opposed to steaks. They were good though. Anyway, we were encouraged to wear all of a similar green when we worked, but the better gals who stuck around longer were able to get away with something as simple as a green blouse of even some green shoes. I know I was able to find some bright green heels that Nicholas liked a lot, and once he saw those he gave me the clear to work for the day. The best days was when I was assigned to men who were doing business meetings there. That happened a few times. And by best I just mean the pay, really, because some of those boys were just a hair trigger temper or were just so thick in the head that I had to just sit there with a fake smile for a few hours. Those times weren't hardly fun and all, but they were far better than the other usual work I did which was being a literal shoulder to cry on for those broke saps who came in during the 30s. I'm glad I worked there when I did, because it helped to save up enough money for me and my fiance to marry and move to a nice house in 1934. I never had a reason to go back there once I stopped working it, but I was still sad to hear it go in 54."
- Cecilia Torres, 19120816 - 19681203
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
19290111 23:38:54
19290111 23:38:54
BP-S-0040
By the time the fourth contact left from the table, Kedzie had become exceedingly bored of the procession. The lady who was set up to be seated with him began to irritate him as much as anything else; no, she wasn't offensive or disrespectful, and she was truthfully rather attractive, but he couldn't continue to find new topics of conversation which weren't too provocative and which she could actually engage in with him. With knowing that she had little in the way of long term plans beyond getting married and raising some children, and possibly move to one of the nicer homes being built towards the south of the city, she had nothing else to say. He resisted from asking too much about her spiritual feelings when the discussion came to a stand still after he merely asked what she intended to do in order to consider herself to be "content". As the periods of silence grew longer, he found more opportunity to drink water. Finally, biology did its part to compel him to leave for a moment.
"If you'll excuse me, Cecilia. I'll return shortly."
She stared back for a moment before responding with a simple "Uh, OK", which came before a smile. He nodded and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
"Is he always like this?" There was a tinge of venom in her voice as Cecilia asked that to the other couple at the table.
"Hah, as far as I can tell, yeah. I mean I ain't seen him be any different. That's what being a good boy Christian all your life will do to you. Well, sometimes."
"Maybe the ones who got uh, touched by the faith. Heh. I mean, I know plenty of Christian boys who are normal like you. This guy just acts like he's got a stick up his ass." Rebecca took a long drag from her cigarette after saying this, then pivoted her mouth to the side to let the smoke exit upwards.
"Oh, come on now, don't read that into him. As far as I can tell, he just has that kind of attitude. Nothing more." Pulaski said this while pushing the edge of the beer bottle cap into the surface of the table, with the intent of compressing the edges towards the center, but only managing to leave a visible dent in the wooden surface.
"With the way he's acting, I don't know why you even wanted to bring him over here. He could have stayed home if he didn't want to be friendlier. Well, I mean, nicer. ... OK, I mean, just, so serious. So drab. I feel like he's gonna snap in a moment. Why'd you even bring him along?" Cecilia asked this while reaching over the table to take one of the cigarettes from Rebecca's holder.
"Doctor's orders." Pulaski gave this answer with a gentle laugh before he took the whisky shot in a quick flick of the wrist.
"For you or for him?" Rebecca continued to speak after Cecilia laughed loudly at this response. "And if he's here to try to learn things from you, he's got a long way to go yet. I don't see how anyone will want to deal with a man like that."
"Actually, that's pretty much exactly why he is here."
BP-S-0040
By the time the fourth contact left from the table, Kedzie had become exceedingly bored of the procession. The lady who was set up to be seated with him began to irritate him as much as anything else; no, she wasn't offensive or disrespectful, and she was truthfully rather attractive, but he couldn't continue to find new topics of conversation which weren't too provocative and which she could actually engage in with him. With knowing that she had little in the way of long term plans beyond getting married and raising some children, and possibly move to one of the nicer homes being built towards the south of the city, she had nothing else to say. He resisted from asking too much about her spiritual feelings when the discussion came to a stand still after he merely asked what she intended to do in order to consider herself to be "content". As the periods of silence grew longer, he found more opportunity to drink water. Finally, biology did its part to compel him to leave for a moment.
"If you'll excuse me, Cecilia. I'll return shortly."
She stared back for a moment before responding with a simple "Uh, OK", which came before a smile. He nodded and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
"Is he always like this?" There was a tinge of venom in her voice as Cecilia asked that to the other couple at the table.
"Hah, as far as I can tell, yeah. I mean I ain't seen him be any different. That's what being a good boy Christian all your life will do to you. Well, sometimes."
"Maybe the ones who got uh, touched by the faith. Heh. I mean, I know plenty of Christian boys who are normal like you. This guy just acts like he's got a stick up his ass." Rebecca took a long drag from her cigarette after saying this, then pivoted her mouth to the side to let the smoke exit upwards.
"Oh, come on now, don't read that into him. As far as I can tell, he just has that kind of attitude. Nothing more." Pulaski said this while pushing the edge of the beer bottle cap into the surface of the table, with the intent of compressing the edges towards the center, but only managing to leave a visible dent in the wooden surface.
"With the way he's acting, I don't know why you even wanted to bring him over here. He could have stayed home if he didn't want to be friendlier. Well, I mean, nicer. ... OK, I mean, just, so serious. So drab. I feel like he's gonna snap in a moment. Why'd you even bring him along?" Cecilia asked this while reaching over the table to take one of the cigarettes from Rebecca's holder.
"Doctor's orders." Pulaski gave this answer with a gentle laugh before he took the whisky shot in a quick flick of the wrist.
"For you or for him?" Rebecca continued to speak after Cecilia laughed loudly at this response. "And if he's here to try to learn things from you, he's got a long way to go yet. I don't see how anyone will want to deal with a man like that."
"Actually, that's pretty much exactly why he is here."
Sunday, August 4, 2013
RZ-S-6800
RZ-S-6800
Rosalina Bakery began operation here on April 11 1904. Construction for the original warehouse facility was initiated and ratified by the Judges in late 1903, and their desire to do so was to have an internal source to supply the increased demand for the new breakfast cereal products. Carbondale sent Niles to visit the Postum Cereals plant in Battle Creek, Michigan in October of 1903 and record any information which he could obtain about the manufacturing process. The internal machinery structure was built to mimic the specifications which Niles obtained. The original wheat flake cereal packaging featured a story of the company's namesake, Rosalina Garza, which read as follows:
"A Loving Mother's cereal made for your health and happiness - The key to an invigorating breakfast and a healthy living is to ensure that you receive the finest of grains and the fortification of nutrients. Breakfast cereals are the optimal supplement to your daily dietary needs. Rosalina Garza was inspired to make her own recipe to create these cereal flakes, and its taste was so flavorful that her sons and daughters spread the word and shared the cereal with their neighbors. Her reputable breakfast flakes were soon desired by scores of people, and Rosalina's family now operates an entire processing facility so that her beloved cereal can be made for all who wish to enjoy her breakfast specialty and a healthier living. Mrs. Garza is proud to be a part of your family's morning tradition."
Underneath this text was a picture of a middle aged Hispanic woman. The woman's actual name was Christina Reyes, and she was selected by Carbondale after he came across her as she was leaving from attending Sunday service at Saint Boniface Holy Church. She was brought to a staged kitchen set, where she was paid $20 for a four hour photography session and given strict orders to never disclose her involvement.
Through the years, the bakery diversified into the production of various cereals and grain products; one particularly strong product which it started to make in 1951 was a granola bar which had a top layer of caramel and was fully covered in chocolate. DHSF helped to develop and supply several ingredient supplements which were used to reduce production costs and put less strain on the demand for raw ingredients. Since the early 1920s, many of the bakery's commercial goods had some amount of paper pulp and other wood byproducts used for their production. As of 2010, its "Dulce de la Sol" line of granola bars, which are marketed as an analog to a candy bar, contain 11% wood pulp and carries a 37% profit margin for the company.
The original structure was of a simple rectangular construction and measured fourteen feet in a single story and was accented by windows which were eight feet tall. The original full staff numbered fifteen workers and one bay door for truck access. Corner decorations on the building consisted of simple orthogonal colored brick arrangement. This facility stands today as the bakery's reception center and HR office. The current bakery plant which stands behind the original facility covers sixteen thousand square feet over two stories and was built in 1949.
Rosalina Bakery began operation here on April 11 1904. Construction for the original warehouse facility was initiated and ratified by the Judges in late 1903, and their desire to do so was to have an internal source to supply the increased demand for the new breakfast cereal products. Carbondale sent Niles to visit the Postum Cereals plant in Battle Creek, Michigan in October of 1903 and record any information which he could obtain about the manufacturing process. The internal machinery structure was built to mimic the specifications which Niles obtained. The original wheat flake cereal packaging featured a story of the company's namesake, Rosalina Garza, which read as follows:
"A Loving Mother's cereal made for your health and happiness - The key to an invigorating breakfast and a healthy living is to ensure that you receive the finest of grains and the fortification of nutrients. Breakfast cereals are the optimal supplement to your daily dietary needs. Rosalina Garza was inspired to make her own recipe to create these cereal flakes, and its taste was so flavorful that her sons and daughters spread the word and shared the cereal with their neighbors. Her reputable breakfast flakes were soon desired by scores of people, and Rosalina's family now operates an entire processing facility so that her beloved cereal can be made for all who wish to enjoy her breakfast specialty and a healthier living. Mrs. Garza is proud to be a part of your family's morning tradition."
Underneath this text was a picture of a middle aged Hispanic woman. The woman's actual name was Christina Reyes, and she was selected by Carbondale after he came across her as she was leaving from attending Sunday service at Saint Boniface Holy Church. She was brought to a staged kitchen set, where she was paid $20 for a four hour photography session and given strict orders to never disclose her involvement.
Through the years, the bakery diversified into the production of various cereals and grain products; one particularly strong product which it started to make in 1951 was a granola bar which had a top layer of caramel and was fully covered in chocolate. DHSF helped to develop and supply several ingredient supplements which were used to reduce production costs and put less strain on the demand for raw ingredients. Since the early 1920s, many of the bakery's commercial goods had some amount of paper pulp and other wood byproducts used for their production. As of 2010, its "Dulce de la Sol" line of granola bars, which are marketed as an analog to a candy bar, contain 11% wood pulp and carries a 37% profit margin for the company.
The original structure was of a simple rectangular construction and measured fourteen feet in a single story and was accented by windows which were eight feet tall. The original full staff numbered fifteen workers and one bay door for truck access. Corner decorations on the building consisted of simple orthogonal colored brick arrangement. This facility stands today as the bakery's reception center and HR office. The current bakery plant which stands behind the original facility covers sixteen thousand square feet over two stories and was built in 1949.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
19281117 20:52:27
19281117 20:52:27
BF-S-2588
(earlier - confrontations due to articles which showcase notorious business owners)
"And now the phone line is cut."
"All right. That should be his last move. Wait for it, guys."
---
William kept his back to the fence as he stepped away from the freshly cut wire which clung to the side of the house. After completing a walk around one side, to the back, to the other where he now stood, he didn't see or hear anything move from inside. He didn't see a car parked in front, so it was possible that the family was out for the moment; but it was a bit late on a Saturday evening, and the report said that he was married and had a child of only a few years, so it seemed slightly strange for them to be absent. He quickly came to figure that it didn't matter, as doing quick in-and-out punches were just as effective without getting into the messy human entanglements. With that, he nodded to himself while wrapping the brown scarf around his face and walking back to the rear door. He drew the thin knife from his pocket and slid the tip of it into the narrow gap between the door and its frame, and ran down the length until he came to the latch. He turned his head wide to both sides to ensure that nobody watched him as he manged to push the latch back and wiggle the door loose. He then took hold of the sledgehammer that he had laid on the side of the door and leaned against it to slowly open it. With great deliberation, he pushed the door open just enough for his body to slide in, and he tucked himself into the corner of the entrance and looked around inside as he gingerly closed the door to his side. A flight of stairs upwards was to his left, and another flight down to a dark basement was to his right. The layout was typical. Here, he took another moment to lay in wait to ready his nerves and ensure that his suspicions of the house being empty were correct. Everything remained silent and still. After a few long seconds, he grasped the sledgehammer tightly, drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and then charged up the stairs. William only made it a few steps into the kitchen when he saw that the house was empty of interior decoration and furnishings, and immediately feared that he was trapped. The hairs stood upright on the back of his neck as he heard footsteps come towards him from the basement stairwell. He ran in the opposite direction towards the front of the house when two tall men in long brown coats appeared before him. They each had their hands on a long piece of rope.
"Drop the hammer or you're dead." The command came from the man on William's right.
He did not charge at them, and let the hammer slide between his fingers to the ground as he leaned his body forward and pressed his weight against the tool. As he did this, he put his eyes to the ground and waited for them to come closer. The man was about to speak again, and simply ask for him to go with them, when William suddenly grabbed the hammer and thrust it at the man's legs. He hit under the kneecap, which caused him to buckle. The other man holding the rope managed to only take a step back before William had dropped the hammer and took both of their heads into his hands; from there, he clapped his hands inward and smashed their faces into each other. They stood stunned long enough for William to smash their faces twice more in quick strikes before they began to stagger and fall away. Just as William was ready to turn around, he saw another rope fly over his head and fall in front of him before it twisted around his legs. The rope pulled backwards and William landed face first upon the tile floor. He felt a man kneel upon him and proceed to tie his hands behind his body as another set of hands worked to secure his feet.
"Get your pansy asses up and let's get this guy seated."
The knee remained pressed against William's back until the two men regained their wits and stood up. William twisted and contorted his body from side to side without any effect. Only once the two men stood at William's side and each held one his arms did the man remove himself off of William's back. They remained unseen as they picked up his legs, and it was in this formation that the four men lifted him up and carried him over to the front living room. The chair had more rope on the floor beside it, and once William was seated upon it and tied down to it did he see that the chair faced an indoor folding screen. A voice then came from behind it.
"William Humeski. You've made a name for yourself in short order. We've noticed you."
"Good for you. You gonna come from back there and kill me now? Or are you going to have these cowards do it for you?"
"Kill? Well, that depends. See, I'm curious for your answer. And only the truth, mind you. You're in no place to bullshit me, understand?"
William snarled and licked at the blood which dripped down from his nose onto his lips. The voice continued.
"This is at least the sixth target you intended to hit. Your pattern is clear. And, see, the only thing I don't know is why. Why are you doing this. I had someone pay a visit to your place while you put your time in over at Sulley's plant. You're not doing this for gain. So what in the world is your motive here, William?"
"I do this for righteousness. These people are wicked and I will destroy that which they have obtained through wickedness."
"Really? No bullshit?" The man asked this after an extended laugh.
"Kill me if you doubt me."
"No," the man responded after an extended silence "I won't be doing that. Instead, let me ask something more - suppose I told you we are the rules of this city. Instead of this activity, would you care to extend your willingness to fight for righteousness with us instead?"
"Perhaps I would."
"Good," said Torrence with a laugh. "Good."
BF-S-2588
(earlier - confrontations due to articles which showcase notorious business owners)
"And now the phone line is cut."
"All right. That should be his last move. Wait for it, guys."
---
William kept his back to the fence as he stepped away from the freshly cut wire which clung to the side of the house. After completing a walk around one side, to the back, to the other where he now stood, he didn't see or hear anything move from inside. He didn't see a car parked in front, so it was possible that the family was out for the moment; but it was a bit late on a Saturday evening, and the report said that he was married and had a child of only a few years, so it seemed slightly strange for them to be absent. He quickly came to figure that it didn't matter, as doing quick in-and-out punches were just as effective without getting into the messy human entanglements. With that, he nodded to himself while wrapping the brown scarf around his face and walking back to the rear door. He drew the thin knife from his pocket and slid the tip of it into the narrow gap between the door and its frame, and ran down the length until he came to the latch. He turned his head wide to both sides to ensure that nobody watched him as he manged to push the latch back and wiggle the door loose. He then took hold of the sledgehammer that he had laid on the side of the door and leaned against it to slowly open it. With great deliberation, he pushed the door open just enough for his body to slide in, and he tucked himself into the corner of the entrance and looked around inside as he gingerly closed the door to his side. A flight of stairs upwards was to his left, and another flight down to a dark basement was to his right. The layout was typical. Here, he took another moment to lay in wait to ready his nerves and ensure that his suspicions of the house being empty were correct. Everything remained silent and still. After a few long seconds, he grasped the sledgehammer tightly, drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and then charged up the stairs. William only made it a few steps into the kitchen when he saw that the house was empty of interior decoration and furnishings, and immediately feared that he was trapped. The hairs stood upright on the back of his neck as he heard footsteps come towards him from the basement stairwell. He ran in the opposite direction towards the front of the house when two tall men in long brown coats appeared before him. They each had their hands on a long piece of rope.
"Drop the hammer or you're dead." The command came from the man on William's right.
He did not charge at them, and let the hammer slide between his fingers to the ground as he leaned his body forward and pressed his weight against the tool. As he did this, he put his eyes to the ground and waited for them to come closer. The man was about to speak again, and simply ask for him to go with them, when William suddenly grabbed the hammer and thrust it at the man's legs. He hit under the kneecap, which caused him to buckle. The other man holding the rope managed to only take a step back before William had dropped the hammer and took both of their heads into his hands; from there, he clapped his hands inward and smashed their faces into each other. They stood stunned long enough for William to smash their faces twice more in quick strikes before they began to stagger and fall away. Just as William was ready to turn around, he saw another rope fly over his head and fall in front of him before it twisted around his legs. The rope pulled backwards and William landed face first upon the tile floor. He felt a man kneel upon him and proceed to tie his hands behind his body as another set of hands worked to secure his feet.
"Get your pansy asses up and let's get this guy seated."
The knee remained pressed against William's back until the two men regained their wits and stood up. William twisted and contorted his body from side to side without any effect. Only once the two men stood at William's side and each held one his arms did the man remove himself off of William's back. They remained unseen as they picked up his legs, and it was in this formation that the four men lifted him up and carried him over to the front living room. The chair had more rope on the floor beside it, and once William was seated upon it and tied down to it did he see that the chair faced an indoor folding screen. A voice then came from behind it.
"William Humeski. You've made a name for yourself in short order. We've noticed you."
"Good for you. You gonna come from back there and kill me now? Or are you going to have these cowards do it for you?"
"Kill? Well, that depends. See, I'm curious for your answer. And only the truth, mind you. You're in no place to bullshit me, understand?"
William snarled and licked at the blood which dripped down from his nose onto his lips. The voice continued.
"This is at least the sixth target you intended to hit. Your pattern is clear. And, see, the only thing I don't know is why. Why are you doing this. I had someone pay a visit to your place while you put your time in over at Sulley's plant. You're not doing this for gain. So what in the world is your motive here, William?"
"I do this for righteousness. These people are wicked and I will destroy that which they have obtained through wickedness."
"Really? No bullshit?" The man asked this after an extended laugh.
"Kill me if you doubt me."
"No," the man responded after an extended silence "I won't be doing that. Instead, let me ask something more - suppose I told you we are the rules of this city. Instead of this activity, would you care to extend your willingness to fight for righteousness with us instead?"
"Perhaps I would."
"Good," said Torrence with a laugh. "Good."
Friday, August 2, 2013
19150319 18:41:08
CQ-N-8257
19150319 18:41:08
"OK Dad, I think I'm ready."
Gregory Humeski looked his soon over and gave a nod to reassure his son, but he still didn't understand what exactly he was trying to do. He reconsidered and realized that perhaps the question of what he was trying to accomplish would be more accurate. There he stood with the handle of the red wagon tied with a length of rope to his waist, and a stack of twelve cinder blocks in the payload. His son wanted to do some kind of exercising sprints here, sure - but why? It wasn't for any kind of school assignment or something that he wanted to do in reaction to another friend doing the same. Greg stood there with a beer in one hand and a pocketwatch in the other while wondering where his son even got this idea from. When William spoke to him, he quickly snapped back to attention.
"So OK, you said about seven houses away should be good, right? So first I'm going to go empty, and you'll time me. Uh. How will, uh. Oh uh what I'll do is yell 'go' when I'm ready to go so that you know when to start timing me."
"No, no Will, that's backwards. We'll do this like the they do in the Olympics. Sort of. You go down there and be ready, and when I yell 'go' to you is when you start. And the stop line is right where you're standing, yes?"
"Yep!"
"All right, well, get ready I guess." Greg couldn't help but shake his head and softly laugh as he watched his son drag the loaded cart to the intended starting point. Once he reached the spot, William started to remove the cinder blocks one at a time; Greg yelled at him to put the blocks on the sidewalk after he placed the first one in the yard nearby. Once the wagon was cleared, Greg heard him should "OK" in the distance. He looked to the watch and waited for the second hand to complete the lap to the 12 marker.
"Go!"
William took off in a mad dash and the rope snapped the wagon in tow behind him. It wasn't long until the wheels lost track and the cart flipped over to its side, but William continued to run as fast as he can. The street echoed with the sound of metal scraping against concrete as he careened towards his father. He finally crossed the line.
Gregory looked to his son with his brow furrowed in perplexity after he marked the count on the watch when he crossed.
"Sixteen seconds. Not too bad."
"OK. OK." William stated this acknowledgement after getting the wagon back on its wheels and walking back towards the cinder blocks with bated breath. Once there, he placed two inside the wagon, then stood still and stared back at his father to show his being ready.
(continued with doubling of time, &c.)
19150319 18:41:08
"OK Dad, I think I'm ready."
Gregory Humeski looked his soon over and gave a nod to reassure his son, but he still didn't understand what exactly he was trying to do. He reconsidered and realized that perhaps the question of what he was trying to accomplish would be more accurate. There he stood with the handle of the red wagon tied with a length of rope to his waist, and a stack of twelve cinder blocks in the payload. His son wanted to do some kind of exercising sprints here, sure - but why? It wasn't for any kind of school assignment or something that he wanted to do in reaction to another friend doing the same. Greg stood there with a beer in one hand and a pocketwatch in the other while wondering where his son even got this idea from. When William spoke to him, he quickly snapped back to attention.
"So OK, you said about seven houses away should be good, right? So first I'm going to go empty, and you'll time me. Uh. How will, uh. Oh uh what I'll do is yell 'go' when I'm ready to go so that you know when to start timing me."
"No, no Will, that's backwards. We'll do this like the they do in the Olympics. Sort of. You go down there and be ready, and when I yell 'go' to you is when you start. And the stop line is right where you're standing, yes?"
"Yep!"
"All right, well, get ready I guess." Greg couldn't help but shake his head and softly laugh as he watched his son drag the loaded cart to the intended starting point. Once he reached the spot, William started to remove the cinder blocks one at a time; Greg yelled at him to put the blocks on the sidewalk after he placed the first one in the yard nearby. Once the wagon was cleared, Greg heard him should "OK" in the distance. He looked to the watch and waited for the second hand to complete the lap to the 12 marker.
"Go!"
William took off in a mad dash and the rope snapped the wagon in tow behind him. It wasn't long until the wheels lost track and the cart flipped over to its side, but William continued to run as fast as he can. The street echoed with the sound of metal scraping against concrete as he careened towards his father. He finally crossed the line.
Gregory looked to his son with his brow furrowed in perplexity after he marked the count on the watch when he crossed.
"Sixteen seconds. Not too bad."
"OK. OK." William stated this acknowledgement after getting the wagon back on its wheels and walking back towards the cinder blocks with bated breath. Once there, he placed two inside the wagon, then stood still and stared back at his father to show his being ready.
(continued with doubling of time, &c.)
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
19150214 08:26:47
19150214 08:26:47
CF-N-7600
William Humeski sat attentively in the church pew and listened to the reading of Isaiah, chapter 59. He was glad that he didn't have to attend the Ukranian language service and could actually comprehend the words being spoken. What resonated the strongest in him was the language used towards the end of the reading, where the Lord himself was depicted as becoming a figure of righteousness who would physically bear armor and claim justice. The imagery of the all mighty spirit becoming something of an ancient warrior ignited his imagination. Father Kalovsky then used this reading to tie into his homily, to address the new movie which had been released in the States - The Birth of a Nation.
"And so we see how an article of entertainment aims to surpass and surmount what power which we have just seen the almighty Father alone may claim and invoke. We in this city know the truth about what pains our brothers have endured and from what kind of bondage we have fled, but these blasphemous cowards will now resort to using the novel motion picture as a means to attempt to retroactively change the past as well as substantiate their basis for battles today and tomorrow. They will show these men who don white sheets and commit criminal acts of terror and assault and justify it in the name of righteousness - that it is their right to commit these heinous deeds and continue to subjugate what they deem to be an inferior race. We see the power of this speech reach the highest positions of their government now - we know that Wilson has received the picture. What does this tell you? If I may answer on your behalf, it should tell you that those people all still accept and yearn for an entire society where that history is accepted as the truth and that kind of action is justified. The battlefield may have been laid to rest fifty years ago, but with this kind of action, we see that the war still rages on. You all shall know that none but the Lord may wield power in the name of righteousness. The more this vile picture spreads across that nation and you see criminal acts occur in reaction to its reception, you will know those actions to be that of sinful cowardice."
The speech went on, but William retreated inside his own mind from this point. He contemplated what it truly meant to "wield power in the name of righteousness", and wondered how specific that definition became. From what the Father just read, the Lord made himself a soldier. What then of the actual soldiers who have found against each other in the present day? In thinking of the aforementioned battlefield, didn't both sides of the States' War invoke such power in the name of their cause? Or perhaps to consider something which he has seen and knows of first hand, isn't the duty of a police officer a similar kind of use of power? He felt his eyelids blink as his mind became blank in search of answers to these questions. Rather than come to a determination, he then asked himself - what would it take for him to wield power in the name of righteousness, as those men have done?
The service continued as normal throughout the rest of the hour, and William reflexively followed the customary responses and motions, but still kept that terminal question in his mind the entire time. He couldn't let it go.
CF-N-7600
William Humeski sat attentively in the church pew and listened to the reading of Isaiah, chapter 59. He was glad that he didn't have to attend the Ukranian language service and could actually comprehend the words being spoken. What resonated the strongest in him was the language used towards the end of the reading, where the Lord himself was depicted as becoming a figure of righteousness who would physically bear armor and claim justice. The imagery of the all mighty spirit becoming something of an ancient warrior ignited his imagination. Father Kalovsky then used this reading to tie into his homily, to address the new movie which had been released in the States - The Birth of a Nation.
"And so we see how an article of entertainment aims to surpass and surmount what power which we have just seen the almighty Father alone may claim and invoke. We in this city know the truth about what pains our brothers have endured and from what kind of bondage we have fled, but these blasphemous cowards will now resort to using the novel motion picture as a means to attempt to retroactively change the past as well as substantiate their basis for battles today and tomorrow. They will show these men who don white sheets and commit criminal acts of terror and assault and justify it in the name of righteousness - that it is their right to commit these heinous deeds and continue to subjugate what they deem to be an inferior race. We see the power of this speech reach the highest positions of their government now - we know that Wilson has received the picture. What does this tell you? If I may answer on your behalf, it should tell you that those people all still accept and yearn for an entire society where that history is accepted as the truth and that kind of action is justified. The battlefield may have been laid to rest fifty years ago, but with this kind of action, we see that the war still rages on. You all shall know that none but the Lord may wield power in the name of righteousness. The more this vile picture spreads across that nation and you see criminal acts occur in reaction to its reception, you will know those actions to be that of sinful cowardice."
The speech went on, but William retreated inside his own mind from this point. He contemplated what it truly meant to "wield power in the name of righteousness", and wondered how specific that definition became. From what the Father just read, the Lord made himself a soldier. What then of the actual soldiers who have found against each other in the present day? In thinking of the aforementioned battlefield, didn't both sides of the States' War invoke such power in the name of their cause? Or perhaps to consider something which he has seen and knows of first hand, isn't the duty of a police officer a similar kind of use of power? He felt his eyelids blink as his mind became blank in search of answers to these questions. Rather than come to a determination, he then asked himself - what would it take for him to wield power in the name of righteousness, as those men have done?
The service continued as normal throughout the rest of the hour, and William reflexively followed the customary responses and motions, but still kept that terminal question in his mind the entire time. He couldn't let it go.
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