#Bullet Proof Glass Cost
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ataraxiaspainting ¡ 1 year ago
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Sweet Hibiscus Tea.
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Yan Shalnark x F Reader.
Synopsis: After a day of finally trying to face your social anxiety, you walk home alone. The roads are empty, quiet, and eerie. But you are almost home now, aren’t you? You are not going to cry anymore. Just when you think life is starting to turn around for you, it goes in the exact opposite direction. 
Warnings: Yandere themes, violence, kidnapping, misogyny, not SFW implications, psychological horror elements, manipulation, panic attacks, Shalnark being an asshole, unhealthy relationships, and stalking.
Word Count: 5k.
Can be considered to be within the Hier Encore universe.
Ten Songs Like This Piece:
Look Who’s Inside Again by Bo Burnham
Things She Said by Chris Garneau
Baby Bride Rag by Roar
Butch 4 Butch by Rio Romeo
Appetite of a People-Pleaser by Ghost and Pals
Valentine, Texas by Mitski
I’m Yer Dad by GRLwood
Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez
Freaks by Surf Curse
Neighbour by Mother Mother
“You stay soft, you get beaten; only natural to harden up.” — Mitski, Stay Soft
*~*~*~*
Regardless of how much time has passed, this convenience store always remains the same.
There is always the familiar, tired face of the clerk behind the cash register, her gaze never on you or any other customer who walks in and out of the doors, a simple, muted hello being the only proof that she noticed you.
The lights dim and blink without fail, fading from white to a shade of daffodil to dark flaxen before disappearing and resurfacing yet again as alabaster. No matter how black the night sky is, the less-than-bright illumination never changes.
Neither does the rest of the scenery.
Next to the payment area are two vending machines, with one not functioning. It is dead, with the glass broken by a punch that left a large gaping hole in the dead center. Once when you accidentally touched the front wall while bending down to get your can of lemonade from the working one, it left a sticky residue that had you rubbing your palm on your sweater for what felt like an eternity. It somewhat helped, you guessed, but it also stained your clothes. The vending machine to its right was always out of most sweet drinks, often leaving you with the choice of coffee, lemonade, green tea, or water.
You don’t buy any snacks aside from strawberry Pocky and, if you are lucky, a chocolate bar.
But you do buy meals here because it is cheap. Usually fish with miso or a salad, but there have been times when you can find a premade sandwich.
The total cost comes to between 500 to 1000 Jenny. There is always a poster that claims the cashier is the employee of the month, though you are certain that she is the only one who works there.
The only thing that ever changes is the calendar behind her. The past dates are crossed out in red ink that is in the form of thick, scraggly lines. They remind you of the drawings you used to make as a child when your father was too busy screaming outside your door and your mother was too powerless to do anything but cry and yelp as he hit her. One time you drew them fighting, and when one of your maids saw it, it inevitably found its way to his desk.
Needless to say, he was not happy by any means.
*~*~*~*
The calendar behind the worker reads the 17th of April, 1998. On this day in 1985, your first and only ever friend, the head gardener’s apprentice, went missing. When you eventually gathered up the courage after waiting for hours outside, you went to your father’s room to ask where she was.
“She has been removed from the premises for distracting you instead of doing her job.” The answer you got was to the point, because when has he ever been warm to you? “I made sure that she had learned her lesson before she died. She was in pain the whole time. It was a shame to put a bullet between her pretty eyes. But at least she had a bit more use to me beforehand.”
You cried and cried until you threw up.
That is when your mother, the usual bandage over her left cheek this time, came in and sat on your bed gently, sadly.
She patted the area next to her and slowly you stood up from the floor where you kneeled as you sobbed and went over. She asked you if you wanted a hug and you said no. She responded with a simple nod, respecting your answer. But then what she said next turned your tear-stricken face into a glare.
“She’s alive.” She muttered, along with thanks to God and a hold of the cross on her neck. 
“...What?”
Your mother shushed you when she heard footsteps coming to the door. When the sound eventually leaves further into the hallway, she leans into your ear while pointing to your vanity. Your gaze leads you to the dusty cat statue made of garnet.
It got shattered a little while ago when a maid cleaning your room accidentally made it fall to the floor. You felt bad for her as she was a new hire, so you never told anyone aside from your mother. You knew that if your father, the head of this household, ever found out he would punish her severely, even when he did not care for the statue at all. You got to choose, if you were lucky, which part gets whipped or cut off.
“Yes.”
Her short answer leaves you almost jumping up out of your seat. “...Huh?”
“At last week’s banquet, she caught the attention of your father’s wealthiest business partner.” She turns to the curtains covering the lone window in your room, her back now facing you. “She was tricked into boarding a car when the driver claimed you were inside waiting for her. To the partner in question, she is nothing but another pretty face to add to his collection.”
At the slight turn of the doorknob next door, you two go as still as wax people in a museum. “Why did he lie to me?”
“Why? Well, he certainly did not want you rebelling against his decision.”
“But I have never rebelled against him before.”
“I know.” Your mother lets out a sharp laugh, salty and sour. “I know you are always trying to be good, trying to stay under the radar. I know, I know because you are a lot like me. but now I am going to teach you a lesson about your father and the world at large. Remember that a man’s resentful attitude will always result in a woman’s agony, physical or otherwise, always. However, when things go right for a man, a woman is either praised like a dog or ignored until something goes wrong because it is never enough.”
You can’t breathe. “But why? Why, why, why? What did I do wrong? What could I have done right?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing. There is nothing you can do or could have done. No matter what, your faults will always be found. That is how most men are raised, to find, and how most women are raised, to hide.”
“...”
“Men’s hearts are such cruel, small things. Oftentimes they can only fit themselves in them, but there have been times where even they cannot fit.” She is still holding onto the cross charm on her gold necklace, firmer than she has ever held you. “They are cold, are or are almost dead. There is no room for people like you and me. No room at all. All they see us as is something to own, something with no feelings whatsoever, and whose only purpose is to please no matter the cost. Such pigs, all of them.” She murmurs some prayers that you cannot hear. “I want you to be better. I want what is best for you, what I never have been able to accomplish; run and live.”
She opens the drawer beside your bed, and you don’t do anything to stop her. It is not like you can hide anything, from her or anyone else in this house. Whatever is buried eventually resurfaces. She pulls out your rarely used bible, a thick layer of dust on the leather cover. It smells and makes you cough. She doesn’t though.
“At least your father does not force you to read this day and night.”
“Mmhmm.”
“It is one of the few things I appreciate him not doing, I do not want you to grow up hating the church.”
“I know.”
“He has made you hate a lot of things already.”
She turns the pages, dust flying around the cold air.
“He made me hate a lot of things too. Blankets, steaks, cameras. The color white, the color black, the color red. The sounds of belts unbuckling, the sound of laughter, the sounds of doors opening and closing and locking.”
You don’t say anything, only looking at her hands. Only in the dark can you not see her scars, her blooming wrinkles, and the bruises that are always fresh. 
You don’t say anything, because you have learned from a very young age that you are her only listening ear. You are the only one who keeps her head on her shoulders. You don’t say anything, because she is right. He has made you hate plenty of things. But, but, but. But you can’t hate him, and you can’t hate your mother.
You can’t hate her, because who knows what she would do when she finds out that no one cares about her pain in this hell?
“Mother.” You mutter, putting your head on her shoulder as you scan the text on the page that she selected. She does not stop you. 
“Yes, [First]?”
“Do you hate me?” You ask, trying so very hard to not let her see the tears that threaten to come out of your eyes. “Because… because… if I wasn’t conceived, you wouldn’t be here hurting, would you?”
You could swear that you heard her heart skip a beat.
“...I would not be here, yes.”
She is honest, for once. You know at least some of this situation is all your fault.
“Do you hate me?”
“...”
“Mother, please answer me.”
You hear a sniffle as she starts mumbling the words written. “‘A gracious woman gets honor, and violent men get riches.’”
You choose not to press on the subject. You don’t want her to suffer anymore.
*~*~*~*
You buy an orange-flavored Ramune soda, a pack of pork ginger instant ramen, and strawberry Pocky.
The total would come to about 600 Jenny if your quick calculations are right. You could get something extra, like a topping for your ramen or some chips. But would it be wise? You have never been someone who finishes their plate after you had ran away, so what if you just waste your money?
So, you decide not to get anything else.
You walk to the cash register.
You hear an explosion from the back of the building. Small sparks of white and orange. The lights go off before you can place your chosen items down, and you can hear the employee cursing under her breath. The breaker. What happened?
“Damn it, I don’t get paid enough for this shit.” She grumbles, putting her thumb and pointer finger on the bridge of her nose, rubbing. “No raises whatsoever. Only one here. Without me, this place wouldn’t be working, ungrateful pricks.”
Fighting the way your heart rate shoots up, you decide that talking to her would be best. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone aside from your boss, right? 
Maybe your anxieties would quell, and you can eventually graduate to talking to your co-workers, that would be a dream come true for you.
You haven’t had a friend, a real friend, ever since Rose was taken from you all those years ago. You still cry whenever you think about her. You miss her. Is she dead, is she alive?
You still blame yourself. If only you hadn’t talked to her, maybe she would still be with you. What kind of adult would she have been? A kind one, a responsible one? You would still be friends at least, wouldn’t you? Or would she grow to hate you, if she didn’t already?
You keep telling yourself that she wouldn’t and didn’t, but that is not what your mind tells you.
Is she dead?
You could picture a rotting corpse six feet under. An unmarked grave. Glassy, dead, amber eyes looking upward to anyone who looks down, helpless, pleading. You always liked them, always complimenting them much to Rose’s shy chuckles. She was so pretty, that much was true. You could only imagine how beautiful she would have been as an adult.
Her looks were a personal gift from God, the heavens, and the angels.
But if she didn’t have them, would she not have been treated like she was in the estate?
“Erm, excuse me,” You mutter, taking a few steps forward. “If you want I can go check it out.”
It is what Rose would do. She always liked helping others. You just wish that people would have appreciated it more and seen past her appearance. It was a double-edged sword. It helped her become the head gardener’s apprentice but also caught the attention of both your father and his business partners. You felt bad for her, and still do.
The employee turns around, her confusion prominent despite the dark. 
“Erm,” You mutter, looking down at your hands and entangling your fingers in one another. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment. “Is that okay?”
It takes a few moments to respond. Her surprise was unexpected, as you never spoke to her outside of asking her if she had change or telling her you hoped that she had a good night. Rose would be better at this kind of thing. You once had a dream that at a fast food joint, an adult her would order for you and correct the staff when they put pickles on your burger. It’s what could have been, funny moments like that. She had always been the one to take charge, you following her like a lost puppy.
You miss her so much.
So much.
The worker slowly nods. “...Okay.”
“...It’s in the back, right? The breaker.”
This is so awkward. Rose would be better. You wish she was here. Or your mother. Anyone.
“...Uh. Um… I like your eyeliner.” As soon as you say that, you curse at yourself, not wanting to sound like a creep. The woman’s confusion becomes even more prominent.
“...Thanks, and yeah, it’s in the back.”
“...Okay.” Jesus Christ. You turn away from her, the heat on your cheeks hot enough to be mistaken for a fever. This is not what Rose would have done.
“...You can leave your stuff here.” She says, and you quickly spin your heel and put your items on the counter. “It’s not like they are going to grow legs and run off, so relax.”
“...” You both chuckle, and you feel slightly better. “...Thanks. I’ll go now.”
“...” You start walking. “Wrong way.”
You stop.
It takes you a few seconds for you to move back to first base and go off in the opposite direction. As soon as you open the creaky steel door, strong rain and cold wind greet you, along with a loud clap of thunder and lightning.
Perhaps you could go back and get your umbrella from the stand by the door. But that would be even more awkward.
“Stupid. Stupid.”
“If we are lucky, the wind simply detached it or something. Not the best at this sort of thing, though.”
“I don’t think breakers detach.” You could picture her shrugging and scoffing at your murmur. “Sorry. Sorry. Just… sorry. I’m the best at this sort of thing either.”
You close the door behind you and start looking amongst the pitter-patter of the raindrops and gusts that nearly make you fall over. 
Stupid. Why do you make everything so weird? Rose would have been so much more charismatic. It was one of her strongest traits after all.
Stupid.
It’s hard to see. Trying not to trip over stones and cracked cement, you grip onto the wall and walk forward. Soon, you feel something.
“Ew, ew, ew!” You cry out, quickly moving your hand away from the slimy slug. “Ew!”
“You okay?”
“Uh, nothing. Just a bug. Yeah, just a bug.”
You hear a chuckle. Stupid.
“Sorry!” You exclaim, almost bowing your head. “Sorry! Really!”
Making sure you don’t touch the slug again, you keep moving.
Eventually, you find the breaker. But it wasn’t what you were expecting by any means. The damage almost looks like it was done on purpose, the way it was open and covered in soot. Did something get to it?
The breaker that exploded was a mass of melted metal that had been blown apart from the intense amount of heat and pressure. It was now barely recognizable as a single unit–parts of it scattered across the cement path and others having been fused and becoming something else entirely. The metal had been melted and blown upwards in the sheer force of the explosion, coating parts of the wall, wet grass, and roof with small, solidified droplets of metal. The ground around the remains of the breaker is burnt and scarred with traces of the immense fire that had consumed it.
It seems the rain put it out.
“No hope for this, huh?”
“Hey,” The employee calls out. “How bad is it? If there is nothing you can do, come back inside.”
So, you do.
The way she turns at you is robotic almost. A smile is on her face that was not there before. She nods when she sees you. Something tells you to not approach.
“It exploded into molten metal.”
“Oh well.”
Under the stormy skies, her gaze turns pale. Her eyes, seemingly captivating, lack any hint of vitality, while her lips curve in a disarming and saccharine manner. A shiver runs down your spine as you meet her gaze, every fiber of your being urging you to flee. Deep within your primal instincts, an innate awareness stirs, recognizing the smile as a charade, a mask of humanity that ventures into the realm of unease: akin to an artificial being adorned with synthetic flesh or a wax figure encased in glass. Those lifeless, white eyes, coupled with a forked tongue and an unsettlingly beautiful countenance, leave you with an undeniable sense of mistrust.
“You’re not mad? Really? Um…”
Something is off. What happened? She looks more like an imposter than anything else. But if she is, where did the real cashier go?
“Don’t worry.” She says, her voice oddly chipper and no longer confused by your awkwardness. “It’s fine. I’m quitting anyway, so it’ll be my boss’ problem.”
You turn your head. “Really?”
She nods. Something is off.
“Like really?”
You blink multiple times and you don’t think she does. She just stands there. Slowly, she nods. Something tells you to run yet again.
“Um… um… okay. Okay. I’ll just pay and leave. How much does it come up to?”
She shakes her head.
“Um. I have to pay. It’s thievery if I don’t.” You get closer. “It’s the law.”
“It’s fine.”
“I can’t just not pay.” You say, taking out your wallet from your sweater pocket. “That’s stealing. It’s wrong.”
Every action she takes is measured and precise, and she seems to move like a machine rather than a person. It’s as if she’s been programmed to act and talk in a certain way, and she doesn’t seem to have the ability to break out of that. She simply stares at you, not speaking.
Run.
You undo the metallic button, hearing the shuffling of paper Jenny within your wallet. “Um. Let me pay. Please.”
She simply shakes her head again.
“It’s fine.” The employee says, the smile still plastered on her face. There is quite more than a hint of blankness and detachment in her expression. She speaks in a mechanical and emotionless manner, her words delivered as though repeated from a script of carefully chosen sentences. Her movements are quick and precise, putting your chosen items in a plastic bag. There is no life or energy in her actions, instead, she moves like a mindless machine, performing her tasks before her without showing any personality of her own. Is it better to just accept it?
What should you do? What shouldn’t you do? Is she joking? Should you leave?
What would Rose do?
One of her hands grasps onto the plastic handles and she holds it out before you. There is no authenticity or warmth. Her eyes are blank. What happened? Should you ask? Should you just take the bag without saying anything further?
“Okay,” You murmur, obeying her silent command. “I hope you don’t get into any trouble though.”
*~*~*~*
Boss (9th May 1996 17:45)
Did you find anything?
Boss (9th May 1996 17:45)
Feitan found her heels nearby along with some blood, so she couldn’t have gotten very far.
You (9th May 1996 17:45)
Nothing yet
Boss (9th May 1996 17:47)
Try checking the stores nearby.
Boss (9th May 1996 17:47)
From the blood trail, she is most likely injured from running and trying to fix herself up in some sort of shelter.
Boss (9th May 1996 17:48)
She may have also discarded the rest of her clothes, not just the heels, and is currently wearing something else.
You (9th May 1996 18:15)
I found a dress and jewelry at the bottom of a lake
You (9th May 1996 18:18)
(image sent)
Boss (9th May 1996 18:20)
That’s it.
Boss (9th May 1996 18:20)
Disappointing. I’ll send over Pakunoda to ask people nearby.
You (9th May 1996 18:20)
K
You (9th May 1996 18:21)
Don’t cry, I’m sure we’ll find her soon :) 
Boss (9th May 1996 18:22)
I wasn’t crying.
Boss (9th May 1996 18:22)
I just thought she came around already.
Boss (9th May 1996 18:23)
This will set our heists back weeks.
Boss (9th May 1996 18:24)
She has planned this out for more than a year, it seems.
*~*~*~*
Bum, bum, bum. Dun, dun, dun. Whunnnnnn, wooooooo, ummmmmmm. You can’t hear anything else. The sounds sting your ears like an aggravated hornet. 
The darkness around you is solid, more so than the cracked, aged concrete path beneath your shoes. There is a tiny light in the distance; a streetlamp.
Silence.
“...”
“Have a good day!”
“...Thank you.”
Let there be light.
“Um…” You can’t see anything. The sounds… stopped. “...Time to go home.”
But the pain stays. 
It feels like a drill. 
It hurts.
“...” You feel deaf and blind. No, maybe something even worse. “...”
You turn around, to the dark convenience store, and you see the cashier still staring at you. “Have a good day!”
“...”
“[First]?”
…How does she know your name? Did you say it to her in the past?
When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
“[First], dear.” She starts waving as you look at her. “[First]. [First]. [First]. [First]. [First]!”
There is nothing but emptiness. Is your name all she can say? What happened to her? It is like she has regressed. Like a storm cloud in summer, you do not wish for this pain. Now you feel deaf and blind and mute now. 
You almost wish that you were dead. All there is is pain. Bum, bum, bum. Dun, dun, dun. Whunnnnnn, wooooooo, ummmmmmm. 
Interruption. The sounds returned. Is this good? Is this bad? Does it matter at all? 
You walk. You don’t speak. Only walk. You can’t breathe. You can only move. Bum, bum, bum. Dun, dun, dun. 
Whunnnnnn, wooooooo, ummmmmmm. 
A hand clamps over your mouth.
You drop the plastic bag from shock, and then you finally hear something other than those sounds; glass shattering.
“Sh…” A voice, calm, along with the smell of oranges. “It’s okay.”
“...!”
“Don’t scream.”
The touch of lips, a man’s lips, on your ear, thin and hard. 
“Breathe. Just breathe for me, okay?”
But you can’t. The wind goes down your throat. It is suffocating. You can’t breathe. You smell oranges and something rotting, blood.
It stinks. It fucking stinks.
Christ. Get away. That stink. That fucking stink. Your body rejects it by continuing to not breathe.
“Sh… Breathe. Just breathe, for me, for you, for us.”
“...St… Sto-”
“Sh…” The voice is sweet, not at all sour, like candy. “Calm down. Nothing bad is going to happen. Just breathe. You’re going to pass out.” The lips and the scent of his breath are like salted leather in a butcher’s shop, stinky and rotting. “Calm down. Don’t worry.”
“...Sto… Si-”
“Breathe. Sh… It’s okay. Breathe.”
“...Ge… Sti…”
“Sh… Breathe. Breathe, [First]. Breathe. [First]. Breathe. Breathe. It’s okay. Don’t worry about all this. Breathe.”
When you finally do, you gasp, desperate. “...Huff… Huff… Huff…”
Get off of me, I can smell you. 
“There we go!”
Your vision clears up a bit. “...Huff… Huff… Huff…”
“Just keep breathing.”
“...Huff…”
You can smell him. You can practically taste him, with his mouth so close to you.
“Whew! That was a close one!” The man exclaimed, wrapping his other arm around your waist.
Pain. Get off of me. I can smell you, I can hear you, I can taste you. Get off of me. Please.
The pain still stays, in your chest and your ears, and your head. Oranges. Blood.
Get off of me.
Please–
A pain in the back of your neck and you go limp.
Darkness. Then pain again. You can’t move. You can only breathe. Bum, bum, bum. Dun, dun, dun. Whunnnnnn, wooooooo, ummmmmmm. 
*~*~*~*
SAINTSHORE SPACE THEATRE
UNDER THE DIRECTION OF RANDOLF URASLEF, GRETEL JAMES, AND QUINCEY J. ORATICE
PAUL DONSHEL CELESTE BAKER   ANNE CROAKS
AND
THE GREAT COMET THEATRE COMPANY
SWAN LAKE
ADAPTED BY MUSIC WRITTEN BY PYOTR ILLYICH TCHAIKOVSKY
INSPIRED BY THE CHOREOGRAPHY OF JULIUS REISINGER
WITH THE WONDERFUL CAST OF
(IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE)
Odette, the White Swan………………………………………………………….JEAN YVETTE
Odile, the Black Swan……………………………………………………………...JUNO LILOU
Prince Siegfried……………………………………………………………(the name is illegible.)
The rest of the list’s names cannot be read just like Prince Siegfried.
“She is simply beautiful. Just so beautiful. Simply wonderful, perfect.”
As the spotlights ignite, their scorching beams engulf you, causing you to shield your eyes with futile resistance. The sheer force of the light overwhelms your feeble defense. An ethereal audience erupts with exuberant cheers, applause, and whistles, resonating from vacant seats. Champagne flutes collide, men erupt with hearty laughter from their very core, and women unleash piercing screams akin to banshees.
The temperature rises and the noise intensifies, repeatedly, enveloping you in a symphony of overwhelming sensations.
Onlookers casually share their thoughts.
“Get off the stage, we want to see the play, not some stagehand!”
“Boo!”
“Fuck off!”
You run off crying.
“Where is that Odile girl?”
You run into a dressing room. One used by a woman wearing a black dress. She is so pretty. Her long strawberry blonde hair falls off her bare shoulders, clearly just done with a flat iron. There is a burning smell in the air. Smoke. When her gold eyes meet yours, she marches towards you and slams the door shut.
You can almost hear sobbing coming from the other side. Cries.
“So lonely…” The woman mutters. “When will it ever be enough?”
The voice sounds familiar. Her eyes. Her hair.
Nostalgia. Memories you would much rather forget. The basement. The imaginary ripping of clothes and tears and men’s laughter.
“I can’t do this much longer…”
Someone else knocks on her door. You want to scream.
“Come out, dearest.”
The devil. Tall with curved horns and a forked tongue. You want to warn her. 
You want to save her. “I’m not going to harm you, I am going to make you happy.”
You are so focused on whether the woman opens the door or not that you do not notice what happens next until it is too late. A clawed hand on your mouth. A tongue licking your ear. Tasting your sweat. Your tears. Laughter. The rest of the world disappears, and the only one there aside from you is the one behind you.
Sh… Sh… Sh… Sh… Bum, bum, bum. Dun, dun, dun. Whunnnnnn, wooooooo, ummmmmmm. 
Get off of me. Please.
“Breathe. It makes things more fun for me.” The voice echoed like you two are in a cave.
You gasp for air, and the smell of blood and oranges fills your nostrils.
“...Huff…”
“That’s better.”
You turn around. There is a body of a man. 
But the scaled, furred, horrifying face of a demon.
“Good.” He says, smiling his sharp teeth. “Deep breaths, in and out, come on.”
You do what he says. He praises you again, you think. But you can’t hear it. Either that or you simply do not pay attention to it. What happened to the woman? 
“...”
“We should go.”
The woman. The devil, this other… thing.
“...Rose…”
The demon laughs.
“Wake up.”
*~*~*~*
The first things you hear come from a happy man’s voice. “My boss’ girlfriend ran away more than a year ago you see, and he’s been heartbroken ever since. I want to prevent that kind of loss from happening to me. Real pretty one, too! He didn’t expect it, but I don’t blame her. After all, she’s been held captive for more than a year, she had to try to escape eventually.”
…The first thing you feel is lace on your neck. A collar.
It does not tickle or hurt. It itches. 
A cold hand plays with it, and it almost chokes you. At your discomfort, the man laughs.
“You are so cute.”
Something metal is on the collar, and it blinks a small red light.
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watusay ¡ 4 months ago
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TW: Mention of shootings
My school has a back entrance, I think most schools do. All the doors are locked from the outside all day except at the beggining of the day when kids are coming into the building. anyone can be let inside from anyone already in the building. At my old school I mentioned to my mother(who works at the school) how students could easily leave or let someone in. She had explained how it won't and can't happen, I don't remember her reasons but they made since. Today at my school I saw kids letting people in through the back entrance. My school has kids wear lanyerds, I think most school do. After 3 school shootings in a week my school has been making it top priority for students to wear them to make sure people who arnt supposed to arnt in the school. The person who was let in wasnt wearing a lanyerd. They were obviously a student, and I've seen them before, but this brings up the topic of security issues and breeches.
A common question I ask myself is "when it isn't students, how are the shooters getting in?" I feel what I saw could answer the question(in some cases) .
Shootings have been on my mind for several days and I have a few Ideas on how we could prevent shootings and intruders.
Prevention 1: Bullet proof glass
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If you look at the chart above you can see, shooters arnt just kids. This leads to the question of how. Schools have protections so people can't get in, but if we think back to 2023 with the Nashville school shooting, Aiden Hale (the shooter) had gotten into the school by shooting at the doors which were mostly glass. The bullets shatterd the glass giving him access to the inside of the building.
A way this could have been prevented is bullet proof glass on the doors, even windows. Only about an estimated 2% of school nationwide have the technology to make this change.
The cost isn't very flexible or feasibility though, with an estimated $50,000-$75,000 per elementary school alone to make this change. With there being 130,930 k-12 school in the US, around 70,000 of that including elementary, It would cost around 3,500,000,000-5,250,000,000 for just elementary schools alone. (I think. I'm bad at math.) This isnt cheep at all but neither at funerals.
Prevention 2: requirements to buy a gun
In a personal opinion I feel we as citizens, should have the right to bear arms, but with a background check, a psyche evaluation, with a permit and proper training, and for anyone over the age of 25.
I know some of this feels unnecessary but it's not. 2 of the things I think would be most controversial are a psyche evaluation and anyone over 25.
A psyche evaluation would be a good way to protect a person and others. If someone's not in the right state of mind and struggling mentally they might buy the gun with an intent to kill themselves and something even others who they might blame for why there struggling as revenge.
And the reason I say a person should be over the age of 25 is for a few reasons.
1: you turn 18 while in high school. This is giving high schoolers across to guns
2: your not even old enough for alcohol, why should you be given access to weapons, especially when you can find them at any Walmart in the South Midwest(idk about other regions)
3: study's show your brain isn't fully developed till around the age of 25. Your still likely to do illogical and dangerous things after your 18 and even after 25, but pushing the time back and giving an extra 7 years to mature should help
In my state, anyone can get a gun as long as there 18. I'm sure this is the case I'm lots of states, but the fact you don't need a permanent in insain to me, cause as I said earlier, 18 is still a high schooler.
There are many other ways to prevent this cough like gun laws cough, and I just don't have the time or patience to go through all the logical stuff right now. I will definitely write more on this topic. This was kinda just a rant but if you read all of this props to you:}
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armouredmobility ¡ 12 days ago
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dusknoir-whump ¡ 1 month ago
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Gluttonous Mania
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Content Warnings: Gore (a lot of detailed gore), death, a monster eating people, experimentation, kidnapping, being held captive, manic psychotic episodes (referring to bipolar), psychotic and erratic speech, whumpee who ends up whumping whumpers, forced labour
Synopsis: Muriel is in captivity as usual, being studied and experimented on in ways she has started to grow accustomed to. Her monstrous form allows for her to be quite imposing on the workers who are sent in to handle her. Of course they're all expendable to IASEC, the organization that keeps her locked away. This is one of the episodes that stands as a stark reminder of why she isn't to be messed with. Muriel goes on a rampage and devours numerous of the workers, save for one who convinces her that they are on her side.
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There was only so much one woman could take before her psyche shattered into shards of what was once a beautiful picture, with any attempts to hold it together merely resulting in a sickening display of slicing her hands open and smearing the crimson over the image to distort it further. The thick ichor that flowed from the needles and tubes into various vials for IASEC’s greed was a normative procedure she underwent weekly, never willingly. The horror of experimentation that no human could endure forced upon her shoulders due to her natural state of being as an “other” had become all she had known in her adult age, the memories of freedom, friends, and family were all a distant and hazy dream. It was inevitable that there was no way to prevent the stress building up in her mind, flowing into every single modicum of her body until something broke. A popping of a proverbial cyst that persisted for weeks untreated and ignored, her mind would swell once again and no longer would anything matter but herself and her desires, her needs, her will, her reality. Of course to her this world wasn't real, it couldn't be, her mind needed a different explanation.
IASEC’s higher ups would write down on their documents once again that her outburst came with no signs, it was impossible to track when her manic episodes would hit and even harder to be prepared for their impact. They would carefully ignore and redact any bit of information that had the slightest inkling of the truth, the evil that they were committing on an innocent woman due to having use for their own synthetic drugs and frivolous research. The scientists who sat pretty in their cushy chairs before the observation window of bullet proof glass would never do much as risk a scratch on their bodies but the workers below them would be lucky to come home with all body parts intact. Those scientists knew how to prevent it, medication could be made in dosages that worked for her if they tried hard enough. Perhaps if they wanted to be extra generous they could have put a stop to this far before medication would even be a necessity. They could have simply never enslaved and tortured a creature for their self proclaimed science. Yet the poor souls who were forced to work in the eel hybrid's containment knew they and she would never be afforded luxuries such as sanity. 
This was one of the days that Muriel's sanity would snap, her body shake, and her mind fill with delusions. It took just one small comment, the straw that broke the camel's back. A newer worker handling her had made a statement, innocent and innocuous, but it would cost his life. While working on drawing her blood and getting the needle through her thick layer of scales, trying to find the right angle between the miniscule gaps the man sucked in a deep breath, “Why is this shit so fucking hard to do, can't she stay fucking still?” Seconds after the words left his mouth, Muriel snapped her head around, making eye contact with the human near her lower body. He was half has tall as she, discounting the many many feet her long and slender tail slid past him. The other workers froze, a few slowly backing away as close to the wall as possible, hoping beyond hope the doors would be unlocked long enough for them to be saved from the carnage that would ensue. The man realized too late that he had caught the eye of the monster he was tending to, having no chance to free himself when a hand came down and gripped tight around his body and he was lifted into the air, forced to meet her maddened gaze as her pupils frantically started around the room. 
“Oh, it's hard for you is it? It's hard to fucking come here and stab me over and over now? It's hard for you to be part of my fucking torture. It must be so awful to be able to live a fucking life where you're on the other side of it isn't it?” she snapped, her grip tightening, squeezing the life out of the poor man. A cry and wheeze of pain fell from the man's lips as the pressure around him grew tighter and tighter, his body becoming more and more heavy, his mind swimming and eyes watering. He made a few weak pleas for his safety but they all fell on deaf ears, none of those in the enclosure with him would dare to make a move, and Muriel had no grasp on reality, he was her tormentor. The pressure built up as he was pulled closer to the monster's masked face, and something snapped and crunched within his body. Tears streamed down his face as his torment grew to heights that he could have never imagined, fear now mixed with an inconceivable pain. He realized with horror that a few of his ribs must have been crushed, his frantic struggle against the monster's grip ceased as he fought to draw in a breath. Muriel's other hand curled around the bottom of her mask, slowly prying it away from her face. The man’s terrified eyes locked onto one of the scientists behind the observation window, a man with shaggy brown hair who seemed to be watching intently and talking to others. Upon the realization that he was being stared at, the scientist rolled his eyes, pointing to the man and gesturing to another scientist. He's already dead, the message was clear. He had already been marked as a casualty in an accident as he desperately reached out to people who would never care for his fate. 
“You don't understand who I am, you think you feeble little things can keep me down, can break me and destroy the order of life- no you're nothing I am better than you. You are the ones who deserve these things not me, and you know what? I'm fucking hungry,” she pulled off her mask entirely, staring the man in her hand directly in the face as she did so. Her wretched visage served only to further terrify the man.
“Wait! Please it doesn't have to be lik-” he was never granted the mercy to have the time to finish his sentence. Muriel had brought him up to her mouth, her elongated jaw opening as hunger and blood lust screamed at every corner of her mind. The monstrosity clamped her rows of sharp teeth down on the man, resulting in a sickening crunch filling the room as the others locked inside with her retreated further into themselves. A sea of red spilled from her prey, dripping down her chin and onto the floor, mixing with the shallow waters. The man was dead, no mere mortal could hope to survive without their head and upper torso. Soon enough the lower part of his body would be consumed by the beast, and there was nothing left but the pool of blood that had slowly formed beneath her. She opened the palm of her hand and lapped up the remnants of gore from her meal before wiping her mouth clean. With a renewed burst of energy she turned her attention to two of the humans huddled in front of the door below the observation window. Locked onto her prey she slithered her way over, lowering herself closer to the floor and crawling with her upper body as she slid across the tainted water of her enclosure, her long burgundy hair falling around her in a way that blocked the view of anything behind her to her prey. 
“What are you two smiling about? I know I've seen you talking to each other before. You're laughing at me aren't you? Mocking my suffering and capture. You like seeing me suffer right? You love this, you want to keep me here forever, I won't let you do that you can't do that you can't I'll get out I'll get the fuck out of here and you can't stop me. You can NEVER stop me again, never ever ever again, you want to see me be vivisected again you know it'll happen. You plotted this, you planned this, you… You made this happen you're trying to destroy me,” her eyes started around further her mania becoming worse and worse as her mind reeled and focused on past events. She knew they knew, they had caused this, it was all so clear. In her mind she would die and all she loved would be destroyed if she didn't act. She had to , she would be evil if she let even worse evil fester in her presence. She had to do it, she had to. Everything in her mind was telling her her only safety and escape would be to destroy those who were the source of her suffering and in the grips of delusions she saw the workers as the fount of the pain she endured. She only wanted an end to the hell that had been created for her.
“No- we weren't! I promise we weren't saying anything about you we just, we’re trying- we were trying- trying to leave,” one of the two spoke, frantically waving her hands about as she cowered deeper into the wall behind her. It almost seemed the woman was desperately trying to phase through it, hoping beyond hope that by some miracle she would find a gap somewhere. An accessible enough crevice that she could slip through and the beast would have no luck in following. Of course reality was far less kind and when her hands searched the space behind herself all hopes were shattered as she felt nothing but a smooth wall. Muriel’s breath was hot on the pair's faces and her crazed eyes served only to cement the fact she had no way to be reasoned with. 
“Oh now you're lying about it! You're trying to trick me, convince me to turn my back so you can tear me apart and watch my body slowly reform again isn't that right? It’s been too long since the last time hasn’t it? You love seeing me suffer, you want to destroy me. Why don't you keep trying? I love it anyways, it means you care so much about me don't you?” she spat words dripping with venomous sarcasm. The two stood no chance when she opened her maw once again, the woman who had tried her best to reason with Muriel was soon encased in darkness. A muffled cry of terror that was shortly cut off by the sound of crushing and tearing as Muriel pulled her head back, strings of gore pulling with her teeth as the lower half of the human slumped to the floor in an unnerving squelch. To the surprise of none of the horrified or disinterested audience, Muriel quickly finished the rest of the woman before consuming the man who had been beside her whole. She gave him no time to even process his demise as she crushed his body in her mouth. She finished up her rampage, her large body shuddering as she twitched her head and seemed to mumble something inaudible under her breath. 
There was one human left standing in the enclosure as Muriel struggled to calm herself, their dark hair over their eyes a mess of fluff that barely shielded them from the grizzly sight. They had one shot to get this right, they already worked a pretty shit job and didn’t particularly want to die in an even shittier manner. They took in a deep breath before speaking, “Hey… you’re Muriel right? You want outta here so do I,” with his words the monster slowly turned to face him, rising up to her impressive full height. The human refused to waver, “I can help… I don’t want to see you suffer, they may have been plotting your demise but I haven’t. We can work together,” a mix of lies and truth were all they could rely on for their own salvation. They had been keen enough to listen to the content of the deranged ranting that Muriel had been spewing. Obviously she was in no place to be spoken to as if she were sane, but they could try to keep on her good side using a mix of the truth of their reality and allowing her delusions to find hold in more healthy ways. Albeit any amount of a massive monster being delusionally paranoid and convinced of her grandiosity was anything but ideal.
“You… you think I would fall for your tricks like this?” she questioned, moving closer to the human and towering over them. The human sighed and shook their head, slowly approaching her and looking up, every bit of their being screaming and begging for them to run far far away from her. She was a predator, clearly, a creature higher up on the food chain than they could ever hope to be. Yet even with that, they stood firm, they were determined to survive. 
“I'm not. I mean like, I can fully understand why you would think that but ummm… that's not really my sort of thing. Look just… you know they're watching us. Pick me up and put me close enough to your ear and I'll let you know everything I know about this place,” they offered, shuddering as they felt Muriel look them over. 
“So be it,” with that the human was easily lifted free from the shallow waters and floor. It wasn't long until Muriel found the best way to hold them in order to listen to what they had to say. “This better be good.”
In a final moment of desperation the human cried out in their mind in desperation, praying to every god they never believed in that their plan would work. With all of their mental fortitude and might, they spoke in a whisper of the intricacies of the facility that held Muriel and many others, the construction and make up of her enclosure and what they knew about details of the guards and the scientists. They spoke to her of the things they had seen and endured, the way they had been forced into this labor and wanted nothing more than to see it all burn. They directed her hatred and ire to those who truly caused her suffering. Her eyes drifted up to the observation window where the scientists sat as she heard all that the human in her grasp had to say. She pointed to the scientists who quickly took notice.
“This one is mine. You try to take him back? I eat everyone you send,” she said. In no matter of time she darted into one of the dark recesses of her enclosure with the human in her hand, a mix of a grimace and a smirk on their face as they disappeared with her into the darkness. It was clear from what could be gathered by the audience of men and women in lab coats that the sole survivor would not be completing the task they were assigned. The scientists quickly took notes recording the whole of the event, a buzz and liveliness that had not occurred in years filled the observation deck. One man seemed to be yelling out of frustration before pressing a button in the front of a control panel near the window. Muriel knew what that button did as she peered out from the dark, watching the scientists run about through the window. The simple press of a button would let the rest of the humans know she was in one of her more dangerous states. 
Not that it mattered of course, for Muriel now had her own captive as well. Resting safely in the middle of her curled tail sat the fluffy dark haired human, adrenaline starting to slowly dissipate. Yet instead of the all consuming fear they should have felt, they were filled with relief and intrigue at the beast who now held them in her clutches. “It'll all be a matter of time…”
“I know… Okay okay so- you knew my name, which is of no shock of course considering they ummm the guys they tend to uhhh they give info or what have you… anyways, why not let me hear name, human?” her words still fell in a jumbled and frenzied mess, of course her mania would not dissipate on such short notice, but her episode of aggression had finally run it's course. She tenderly ran a finger through the human’s hair, almost as if to pet them. 
“It's Lotus,” they said softly. They found themselves yawning as their energy faded, slowly and surely they lay down on top of Muriel's curled tail, and drifted off into a land of slumber. 
“Sleep well… my little Lotus.”
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thewul ¡ 2 months ago
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the reason why the nuclear chemical bacteriological version is very expensive has to do I guess with the fact that it's special non corrosive materials even special plastics rubbers so forth, the filtering modules above the alleys alone should cost a bunch, like really a lot
but there's a market for that stuff, it's going to be the guy that owns a bunker, how do you get there, safe, if not screw that million Dollars bunker you know a waste of money if you can't, it's too bad if you spent time and money making it cozy too, so there's a market
the filtering modules, they do everything quite simply, and they come with replaceable filters, they're above the above the alleys so you need to climb there to change the filters, still they're heavy duty and can last for quite some time, bottom line it's only clean air that makes it into the vehicle, while your job is to get as far as possible from the area or areas of concern
or I guess that should be, you could spend time on the spot behind armored glass if you want
what we are selling is rocket proof, anything proof, the insulation layer can be impacted by bullets but its insulating foam, leaving you with bullet holes to fix on the outer layer, nothing gets in however
not tank shell proof no why you planning on taking on tanks
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dh5ryxhgbctgr ¡ 3 months ago
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Global Bullet Proof Door Market Research and Future Opportunities Overview 2024 - 2031
The global bulletproof door market is gaining traction as security concerns escalate across various sectors, including residential, commercial, and governmental installations. With advancements in materials and technology, bulletproof doors offer enhanced protection against threats while maintaining aesthetic appeal. This article provides a comprehensive overview of the market, including its growth drivers, challenges, segmentation, and future trends.\
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Introduction to Bulletproof Doors
The global bulletproof door market is poised for significant growth, driven by rising security threats, technological advancements, and increasing regulatory requirements. While challenges such as high costs and limited awareness persist
Bulletproof doors are designed to resist penetration by bullets and other projectiles, providing a critical layer of security in high-risk environments. Made from specialized materials such as reinforced steel, ballistic glass, and composite materials, these doors are essential for protecting lives and assets in various settings, from banks to private residences.
Market Overview
Market Size and Growth Rate
As of 2023, the global bulletproof door market is valued at approximately USD 500 million and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 6.5% from 2024 to 2030. This growth is fueled by rising security concerns and increasing investments in infrastructure safety.
Key Drivers of Market Growth
Rising Security Threats: The increase in criminal activities and terrorist threats has heightened the demand for security solutions, including bulletproof doors.
Government Regulations: Many governments are implementing stricter safety regulations for public buildings, which often include the installation of bullet-resistant products.
Technological Advancements: Innovations in materials and design are enhancing the performance of bulletproof doors, making them more appealing to consumers.
Challenges Facing the Market
Despite its growth potential, the bulletproof door market faces several challenges:
High Initial Costs: The cost of bulletproof doors can be significantly higher than standard doors, which may deter some consumers and businesses.
Limited Awareness: Lack of awareness about the benefits of bulletproof doors can hinder market growth, particularly in regions with lower crime rates.
Market Segmentation
The bulletproof door market can be segmented based on several factors:
By Material
Steel: Reinforced steel doors are widely used for their durability and resistance to penetration.
Aluminum: Lightweight and corrosion-resistant, aluminum doors are gaining popularity in commercial applications.
Composite Materials: Doors made from a combination of materials offer a balance of strength and weight, appealing to both residential and commercial markets.
By Application
Residential: Increasing demand for home security is driving the adoption of bulletproof doors in residential settings.
Commercial: Businesses, especially in sectors like banking and retail, are investing in bulletproof solutions for enhanced security.
Government: High-security facilities, including embassies and military installations, require robust protective measures.
By Region
North America: The largest market due to high security awareness and significant investments in safety infrastructure.
Europe: Driven by stringent regulations and a growing focus on public safety.
Asia-Pacific: Rapid urbanization and rising crime rates are boosting demand for security solutions in this region.
Key Players in the Market
The bulletproof door market includes several prominent players, such as:
Meyer Safety Products
Adoor
Fortress
Garrison Doors
Armored One
These companies focus on product innovation, customer service, and strategic partnerships to enhance their market presence.
Future Trends
Customization and Aesthetics
As consumers become more design-conscious, manufacturers are increasingly offering customizable bulletproof doors that blend security with aesthetic appeal.
Smart Technology Integration
The integration of smart technology, such as remote locking systems and surveillance capabilities, is expected to become a key feature in future bulletproof door designs.
Focus on Sustainability
With growing environmental concerns, manufacturers are likely to explore sustainable materials and production processes, catering to eco-conscious consumers.
Conclusion
The global bulletproof door market is poised for significant growth, driven by rising security threats, technological advancements, and increasing regulatory requirements. While challenges such as high costs and limited awareness persist, the market offers ample opportunities for innovation and differentiation. Stakeholders who can adapt to evolving consumer needs and leverage technological advancements will be well-positioned to thrive in this dynamic industry.
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anjanitechnoplastlimited ¡ 5 months ago
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Anjani Technoplast: Pioneering Innovation and Excellence in the Industry
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In the ever-evolving landscape of industrial manufacturing, Anjani Technoplast stands out as a beacon of innovation, quality, and reliability. The company has come a long way since its inception and has significantly impacted the industry with technologically advanced products and services. Established by first-generation IITians and IIM graduates, Anjani Technoplast Ltd. (ATL), headquartered in Greater Noida, India, delivers projects globally. It operates in various sectors including Defence, Oil & Gas, Composites, Material Handling & Packaging, and Industrial Solutions. ATL is an industry pioneer in ballistic armoring for the army and paramilitary forces worldwide, exporting to over 42 countries.
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Conclusion
Anjani Technoplast's "concept-to-delivery" expertise allows them to design and build specialized solutions to meet the nation's exact specifications. Their unwavering commitment to innovation and customer satisfaction ensures they remain at the forefront of industrial manufacturing, delivering breakthrough technologies and solutions.
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roofingserviceuk ¡ 6 months ago
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Bullet-Resistant Glass for Sliding Doors: A High-Level Protection Option
When it comes to safety, all and sundry desires to make certain that their property and loved ones are safe from damage. In latest years, there was an growth within the use of bullet-resistant glass for sliding doorways as a security measure. This form of glass affords an introduced layer of protection which could assist prevent intruders from having access to your own home or commercial enterprise. In this text, we will take a better look at bullet-resistant glass for sliding doors, its benefits, and how it is able to provide excessive-stage safety.
What is bullet-resistant glass for sliding doors?
Bullet-resistant glass is a sort of glass this is designed to resist the effect of bullets or different ballistic projectiles. It is made by using layering multiple portions of glass with a unique fabric, which includes polycarbonate, in among. This method creates a laminate this is particularly proof against penetration by bullets or different projectiles.
Benefits of bullet-resistant glass for sliding doorways
Bullet-resistant glass gives several advantages, inclusive of:
High-stage safety
Bullet-resistant glass is designed to provide a high degree of protection towards ballistic projectiles. This makes it a really perfect preference for organizations and homes which might be positioned in areas with high crime charges or where security is a pinnacle precedence.
Durable and lengthy-lasting
Bullet-resistant glass is exceptionally durable and lengthy-lasting. It is designed to face up to harsh weather situations, consisting of severe temperatures and high winds, and might ultimate for many years without needing to get replaced.
Increased belongings price
Installing bullet-resistant glass can increase the value of your home. Potential customers or tenants may be inclined to pay more for a belongings that has an delivered layer of security.
Aesthetically desirable
Bullet-resistant glass may be designed to appear to be normal glass, which means that it gained’t detract from the overall look of your home. This is in particular vital for businesses, as it can assist to keep a expert image. Get all the details at Durwinglazing.
How does bullet-resistant glass paintings?
Bullet-resistant glass works by means of soaking up the energy of a bullet or different projectile. When a bullet hits the glass, the layers of laminate absorb the energy and distribute it over a bigger place. This facilitates to prevent the glass from shattering or breaking, which could offer an additional barrier to access for intruders.
Types of bullet-resistant glass
There are several forms of bullet-resistant glass, each with specific degrees of protection. The maximum common types consist of:
Level 1 – 3
These stages are designed to offer safety against small hands fire, consisting of handguns.
Level four – 6
These degrees are designed to offer protection against high-powered rifles, consisting of attack rifles.
Level 7 – 8
These tiers are designed to offer protection against armor-piercing rounds.
Installing bullet-resistant glass for sliding doors
Installing bullet-resistant glass for sliding doorways requires a professional installation team. The glass is heavy and tough to handle, so it is crucial to have a crew with enjoy in this kind of set up. Additionally, the frame of the sliding door should be robust sufficient to assist the weight of the glass.
Conclusion
Bullet-resistant glass for sliding doorways is a excessive-level safety option that gives an brought layer of safety for your own home or commercial enterprise. It is designed to face up to the impact of bullets and other projectiles, making it a great desire for regions with high crime costs or in which protection is a top precedence. While it is more high-priced than traditional glass options, it's miles a profitable investment for those who require most safety. If you are interested by installing bullet-resistant glass for your sliding doorways, make certain to hire a professional installation group to make sure the glass is set up efficaciously and securely.
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versatilestructur ¡ 7 months ago
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Advantages and Disadvantages of Using Polycarbonate Sheet
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New technologies lead to better materials that deliver more flexible and cost-effective roofing solutions. One of these developments is polycarbonate, a highly impact-resistant and durable thermoplastic substrate used in cutting-edge roofing systems like Suntuf and Laserlite 2000. Here at Versatile Structures, we pride ourselves on our ability to adapt and overcome unique design challenges related to using a polycarbonate sheet in Brisbane.
We owe our extensive experience with this material to products like Palsun, Danpalon, EGR Thermoplastics, Palram, and Makrolon. One of our key projects is at the West End Urban Common, where we designed, customised, manufactured, and installed insulated polycarbonate roof panels for the Brisbane City Council.
Should you use a polycarbonate sheet? In this blog, we will share its pros and cons to help you make an informed decision.
Advantages of using polycarbonate sheet roofing
Polycarbonate sheet is ideal for Brisbane structures because it offers 99.9% protection from the sun’s harmful UV rays. Moreover, it offers outstanding thermal insulation while withstanding extreme temperatures. Despite these properties, it remains lightweight and is available in many forms, including roofing panels and standing seams. Moreover, it delivers reliable light transmission and thermal control.
Here are more benefits of polycarbonate roofing:
Virtually unbreakable: Its impact strength is 30 times greater than acrylic and 50 times more than float glass. It’s also bullet-proofed, so it’s often used as police shields.
Lightweight: Easy to manage and transport, more effective, and quicker to install.
Versatile: Polycarbonate sheet is ideal for various shading solutions, including skylights, roofing, cladding, patios, and facades.
Durable: Its typical lifespan is up to 15 years with special treatments.
Are there disadvantages?
The disadvantages of using a polycarbonate sheet in Brisbane have to do with its potentially high cost, maintenance, and susceptibility to dents and surface damage. The material needs a special cleaning solution that doesn’t have solvents, alkaline, or abrasives. Plus, it can expand.
Don’t worry — by letting our team design, manufacture, and install your Brisbane polycarbonate sheet to our team, you can maximise the advantages and minimise any drawbacks. We use only the products of trusted brands like EGR Thermoplastics, Palsun, Danpalon, Makrolon, and Palram and customise their design and installation to suit your requirements.
Enquire about polycarbonate sheet roofing here at Versatile Structures by calling 0405 401 500 or 07 3271 4519.
About the author:
Versatile Structures is a provider of high-quality shade structures in Queensland for commercial, government, council, and domestic clients. They provide an extensive selection of shade solutions, encompassing shade structures, shade sails, commercial shade options, membrane sails, aluminium screens, gates, billboard structures, and specific residential applications. Their main service region encompasses Brisbane, Greater Brisbane, Gold Coast, Sunshine Coast, Toowoomba, Ipswich, and all of South East Queensland, with the potential to extend to a broader area based on the project's requirements.
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Choosing the Right Bullet Proof Glass Manufacturer for Your Security Needs
Bulletproof glass, also known as ballistic glass, offers a powerful solution for creating a safe and secure environment. It is a versatile material used in various applications, from bank teller stations to jewellery stores and even residences. But with so many bullet proof glass manufacturer on the market, choosing the right one can be overwhelming.
This blog post will guide you through the world of bulletproof glass manufacturers, helping you understand the key factors to consider when making your selection.
Understanding Bulletproof Glass:
First, it is important to understand what bulletproof glass is and how it works. Contrary to its name, bulletproof glass does not actually stop bullets completely. Instead, it is designed to absorb the impact of a projectile, preventing it from passing through. This is typically achieved by layering strong plastics like polycarbonate with glass. The number of layers and the thickness of the materials determine the level of protection offered.
Choosing a Bulletproof Glass Manufacturer:
Now that you have a basic understanding of bulletproof glass, let us delve into the key factors to consider when choosing a manufacturer:
Level of Protection: Bulletproof glass is rated based on its ability to withstand different types of ammunition. The National Institute of Justice (NIJ) in the US sets these standards. Research the level of protection you need for your specific situation.
Customization: Not all security needs are created equal. A custom glass manufacturer can tailor the bulletproof glass to your exact requirements. This includes factors like size, shape, thickness, and even additional features like blast resistance or fire protection.
Experience and Reputation: Research their experience in your industry and their reputation for quality and customer service.
Certifications: Ensure the manufacturer adheres to relevant industry standards and certifications. This ensures the bulletproof glass meets the specified protection level.
Installation: Installing bulletproof glass is a specialized skill. Choose a manufacturer who offers professional installation services to ensure proper integration and optimal performance.
Beyond Protection: Additional Considerations:
While protection is paramount, there are other factors to consider when selecting bulletproof glass:
Clarity: Bulletproof glass can range from crystal clear to slightly opaque. The level of clarity will depend on the materials used and the thickness.
Weight: Bulletproof glass is significantly heavier than traditional glass. The manufacturer should be able to advise on suitable support structures for your chosen level of protection.
Maintenance: Bulletproof glass requires proper cleaning and maintenance to ensure optimal performance.
Cost: Bulletproof glass is an investment. The cost will vary depending on the level of protection, size, customization, and installation.
Finding the Perfect Fit:
By considering these factors, you can narrow down your search and find the perfect bulletproof glass manufacturer for your needs. Do not hesitate to contact several manufacturers to discuss your project requirements and obtain quotes. Remember, the ideal manufacturer will be a partner in your security journey, providing expert advice and ensuring a seamless installation process.
Conclusion:
Bulletproof glass offers a powerful solution for enhancing security. By following this guide and considering the key factors mentioned above, you can confidently choose the right custom glass manufacturer to meet your specific needs and create a safer environment for yourself, your employees, or your valuables.
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That is why the op mentioned having them be sculptures. You could use bullet proof glass to make it harder to break. It looks like the Liquid 3 tank is also a bench in the picture.
The microalgae is flexible though so having multiple ways it can be used, like sculptures for the public, light flat tanks for the top of sky scrapers, tanks with benches added, green pillars on parking ramps, modifying parking meters to the microalgae, and that’s just what I came up with off the top of my head.
Not to mention what this could mean for space travel.
The question I’m interested in is how much does it cost, what is the operation cost? It would be amazing if it was really affordable. It would mean that even the less affluent countries. Though, even if it isn’t the more affluent countries need to jump on it and help drive down the price to get it as many places as possible.
To be clear I don’t think this should replace trees, but be something extra to help with cleaning up our air. Trees and plants are shown to helpful for keeping people happy and healthy, both physically and mentally.
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A Liquid Tree? Scientists in Serbia Make Incredible Innovation
Dr. Ivan Spasojevic, Ph.D. in Biophysical sciences, and one of the authors on the project from the Institute for Multidisciplinary Research at the University of Belgrade, developed an innovative tool for reducing greenhouse gas emissions and improving air quality: the liquid tree. Also dubbed LIQUID 3, the novel creation is Serbia’s first urban photo-bioreactor, a solution in the fight for clean air. It contains six hundred litres of water and works by using microalgae to bind carbon dioxide and produce pure oxygen through photosynthesis.
The microalgae replace two 10-year-old trees or 200 square meters of lawn. . The advantage of microalgae is that it is 10 to 50 times more efficient than trees. 
Very interesting, especially in urban contexts that can’t support / be reconfigured to support more trees.
I imagine a Solarpunk world where each one of these is sculptural - a work of public art.
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armouredmobility ¡ 12 days ago
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The Growing Demand for Bulletproof Cars in South Africa
South Africa has seen a surge in demand for bulletproof cars and armoured vehicles in recent years. With security concerns becoming a top priority for individuals and businesses alike, the need for reliable protection on the road has never been greater. Whether you are a high-profile executive, a government official, or simply someone who values safety, investing in an armoured vehicle can provide unparalleled peace of mind. If you’re searching for bulletproof cars for sale or used armoured vehicles for sale, South Africa offers numerous options tailored to meet diverse needs.
Why Choose Bulletproof Cars?
Bulletproof cars are not just luxury items; they are essential for personal and professional security. These vehicles are equipped with advanced safety features, such as bullet-resistant glass, reinforced frames, and explosion-proof components, ensuring maximum protection against potential threats. In South Africa, where safety is a major concern for many, bulletproof cars have become a necessity for those seeking a secure mode of transportation.
Here are some key reasons to invest in a bulletproof car:
Enhanced Safety: Protection against armed attacks, carjackings, and other threats.
Customizable Options: Many dealers offer customization options to meet specific security requirements.
Peace of Mind: Knowing that you and your loved ones are safe, no matter where you travel.
Top Options for Bulletproof Cars for Sale in South Africa
Whether you’re in the market for a brand-new bulletproof car or a pre-owned armoured vehicle, South Africa has a range of dealers to choose from. Some specialize in luxury armoured cars for sale, while others focus on providing affordable used armoured vehicles for sale.
Luxury Armoured Cars for Sale
For those who prioritize both security and style, luxury armoured cars are the perfect choice. These vehicles combine world-class protection with premium features, such as leather interiors, state-of-the-art entertainment systems, and advanced driving technology. Popular models include:
Mercedes-Benz S-Class Guard: A blend of luxury and top-tier security.
Range Rover Sentinel: Known for its robust protection and off-road capabilities.
BMW 7 Series Security: A sophisticated option with cutting-edge safety features.
Used Armoured Vehicles for Sale
If you’re looking for cost-effective options, used armoured vehicles can provide excellent value without compromising on safety. Many reputable dealers in South Africa offer certified pre-owned armoured cars that meet international safety standards. These vehicles undergo rigorous testing and refurbishment to ensure they remain reliable and secure.
Custom Armoured Car Dealers in South Africa
Custom armoured car dealers cater to clients with unique security requirements. Whether you need a bulletproof SUV for family travel or a specialized vehicle for transporting valuables, these dealers can design and build a car tailored to your needs. Features often include:
Reinforced doors and windows
Run-flat tires
Advanced surveillance systems
Explosion-resistant undercarriages
The Process of Bulletproofing a Car
Bulletproofing a car involves extensive modifications to enhance its safety and durability. Here are the key steps:
Assessment: Determining the level of protection required based on the client’s needs.
Reinforcement: Strengthening the car’s body and installing bullet-resistant glass.
Testing: Ensuring the vehicle meets international safety standards.
Choosing the Right Dealer
When searching for bulletproof cars for sale or custom armoured car dealers in South Africa, it’s essential to choose a trusted and experienced provider. Look for dealers who:
Offer a wide range of vehicles, including both new and used options.
Provide transparent pricing and detailed information about each car’s safety features.
Have a proven track record of delivering high-quality armoured vehicles.
One such reliable dealer is Armoured Mobility, a leading name in the industry. Their extensive inventory includes top-notch bulletproof cars and customized solutions tailored to individual security needs.
Conclusion
The demand for bulletproof cars in South Africa reflects the growing emphasis on safety and security in today’s world. Whether you’re considering luxury armoured cars for sale or exploring used armoured vehicles for sale, the options available cater to a wide range of preferences and budgets. By choosing a trusted dealer like Armoured Mobility, you can ensure that your investment delivers the protection and peace of mind you deserve.
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dynamic-defense-solutions ¡ 2 years ago
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You're made me a Mochi simp <3
How would he treat his pregnant wife while in Bonten? Would he be very secretive about his family?
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WELL, Mochi
IF HE HAS A WIFE WHO’S ALREADY INVOLVE IN SHADY BUSINESS
He’ll be
SUPER OPEN
Since his wife is already involved it would be absolutely impossible to hide so, he proudly parades and says to everyone’s face that he’s going to be a father.
It will get annoying because everybody’s be like
“Hey, Mochi what do you want to eat?” And he’ll answer like.
“Oh yeah? Me? Yes, I’m going to be a father. My wife is pregnant thank you for asking.”
“Whaaat the fuuuuuck?!”
Though he’ll be open he takes his wife’s pregnancy super duper serious and installs bullet proof glasses in their house. Guards will definitely boost in numbers. And so on.
After the baby is born. He’ll bring his kids in Bonten and teach the baby early how their life works because as dangerous as it is it’s an inescapable thing. So the earlier his kids learn the better.
IF HE HAS A CIVILIAN WIFE
NINJA MODE
You will only know he’s married because you’ll suddenly see a ring on his fingers.
Ran and Rin would be asking “Who you married?”
“The girl of my dreams.”
Kokonoi would be asking “Where did you get married and how much did it cost?”
And he’ll answer very vaguely and say
“A church and a lot.”
His wife will be send to the countryside where she would be guarded and they will have to live long distance while she’s pregnant but he tries his best to come home alot.
He surely will drop everything to come to her when she’s about to give birth.
His kids will be educated in best schools so they could go out and do clean business.
He doesn’t like his colleagues asking about his family. He’s very secretive and does everything for them to remain hidden.
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it's interesting, how still it all gets when he looks at her. the fear is there. it hasn't gone away. the images are burned into his mind with an intensity he's unlikely to forget; the utter hatred and disgust in her eyes when she'd looked at him, the rage, the shattered fragments of glass embedded in his skin. how every single atom in his body went cold when he had watched her walk away.
it all haunted him every day they were apart, and lingered in his fingers as they ached to and feared touching her with equal measure. it had ached in the knee unsure of when the warmth felt at the slightest touch of her skin would go cold, too. but the world is still as birkhoff watches her find her way through her thoughts, nothing more urgent than allowing her whatever time she needs to do that, even if they spend the rest of the night in exactly this spot, fumbling through. the anxiety has faded, any reservations he'd had dimmed.
this, surprisingly, has always been easy for birkhoff. patience, however finite a resource for him, is unlimited where harper is concerned, so seamless he doesn't even realize anything is happening. setting aside what had transpired between them and focusing on the present nature of harper's suffering is nearly as easy as breathing. and it had seemed very, incredibly easy for harper, who was always effortlessly caring for him, until it hadn't.
until nothing had seemed easy for harper at all.
how did he not notice that? how did he not know?
"this was different." he won't discount what all of them have been through - none of them have had an easy road, and every individual and collective beating each of them had taken had come for them all that day, he thinks. nikki more desperate than ever to stop division and percy at any cost, harper right along with her - and himself, so worn down and defeated by battle after battle that the possibility of winning seemed so small next to what felt like the inevitability of losing, so impossible he hadn't even wanted to try.
for all his personal growth, all of that increased willingness to pour and pour his energy and resources into putting an end to division without a moment's hesitation, he had reached a breaking point. when it came down to it, birkhoff was not nikita, nor harper. through and through, he was a coward - unwilling to risk their only means of securing any semblance of safety to take down the big bad monster, even knowing all too well that each day that monster survived was another day bodies upon bodies piled up in its wake. ultimately, he was exactly the coward that harper had despised, prioritizing the safety of his own skin over the lives of other people.
(but harper, bellamy, nikita, michael, alex, and ryan were his people. whatever narrative his self-loathing has written up in her absence, make no mistake whose safety he was not willing to compromise on, because it wasn't just his.)
perhaps even prioritizing the fear of losing his only invaluable, bullet proof (ouch, birkhoff) way of providing for them over the possibility of stopping division. yeah, he's at no loss for why she'd been disgusted with him. had anyone else's selfishness and insecurity ever racked up such a body count? "you weren't okay. all this.. it was..."
"one thing after another." agreeing with her. exactly. "endless." he doesn't blame her for being tired. there's no part of him that doesn't have complete empathy and compassion for that, because, fuck. if this life of theirs knows how to do anything, it's take and take until there's nothing left. he's been there. he's been there a few times. he lost parts of himself. parts he never thought he'd get back.
until a little miracle named harper mcyintire walked into his life and made him feel whole again. god, she'd hate that. it's still true.
how do you apologize for not realizing the person who made you feel whole was breaking into pieces?
he starts small. small is a good pace for them. a small conversation that makes her forget she despises him, a small joke that makes him remember how to laugh. small little baby steps to heal a fractured and damaged past and a world of righteous mistrust. that was how it had happened in the beginning, right? "what am i getting at?" a gentle humor in his tone, a small, gentle expansion of his knee into hers, no longer curled in so tightly to avoid intruding into her space, "you, my friend, are looking awfully cozy over there with all of that weight on your shoulders."
he touches her hand. harper has never been small to him. "and it wasn't your fault. you weren't okay. i should have noticed. i shoulda' known. you shouldn't have been alone in this."
she's been trying to find the words to explain what birkhoff means to her for what seems like their entire relationship. No one could have been more shocked than her to find that the guy that made her life hell, caused the deaths of some of her friends, was overall just a complete asshole jerkface, also made her laugh more than anyone, and maybe, most importantly, understood her better than anyone. truly, who could have seen that coming? that the one person she wanted to hate more than anything looked at her and within seconds knew exactly who she was.
what is she supposed to do with that? how was she supposed to go on hating him when nothing felt right when he wasn't there. well, she didn't. and then things got simple. he was her best friend. he was her person. he was her soulmate. that was easy. no one understood her better, no one could predict what she would say easier, and no one was able to match her with as much ease as he could. and she could do the same for him. that became their normal, and suddenly she knew everything about him and he knew everything she thought to say.
so what is seymour birkhoff to her? well. he's everything. and what do you do when everything around you stops making sense, starts feeling so heavy you feel the oxygen escape your body? you destroy your everything because it's the only way you can grasp at freedom, the only way she could get out. the only way to get the most stable person in your life to leave you alone is to push every bone you spent the last year trying to heal. what do you do when the most stable person in your life stops feeling stable and starts representing all the instability again? you break and run.
she doesn't know when she'll be able to look herself in the mirror again for carving another scar across his heart, for making him believe he was as worthless as he felt, for taking someone who hated themselves more than anything and throwing all the reasons they do at them for reasons to leave you alone. she knew where to cut, and she knew it would work.
only it didn't. he didn't give up on her even when he should have. he forgave her even when she begged him not to. and he proved once again that she really could not escape being in love with him. and how horrible is it to have been so miserable in this that she needed him to hate her to make everything feel normal again. how could she adequately explain that she couldn't handle her feelings for him because he is the one person who is always steady, always safe, always secure. how can she explain that something so beautiful in him made her feel like she was going to throw up. (and how the hell does she explain any of this to alex. beautiful, wonderful alex who made division feel right even when the hums were too loud. because really. how do you explain that the person you need, the person who makes things make sense, the person who you're still in this fight for...isn't her).
there are no words to fully explain and so she sits cross-legged next to him thinking about the spot his leg just touched and how it made her feel all tingly inside even though she still wants to die, even when maybe that makes it worse. only it doesn't, not really, because he's still the person she can tell anything to. what's worse is she might not be that person for him anymore, and nothing reminds her more than the mention of his hometown. he trusted her with everything, he handed her the knife and trusted her not to use it, but she dug it even deeper than he could have imagined.
"no one was happy." she knows he doesn't just mean the emotion. she wasn't herself. it's true. it's truer than she wants it to be. everyone kept pushing forward, kept moving on as if they weren't being crushed by percy. she couldn't take waiting for the day division came and killed them, or the day birkhoff cut and ran, so she forced herself out instead. she's always been meaner, crueler, more selfish than she liked to acknowledge. she has no right to the anger that welled inside of her, the fear, that birkhoff might leave her. she knows that. but nothing reminded her more than seeing the first place he left. then he almost died again. then he really did leave. then got himself arrested and almost died once more. nikita and michael almsot didn't make it home. her and bellamy almost didn't make it back. and the cycle continues once more.
she can't live in that cycle. "it's one thing after another." it's not acknowledging his point, not really, but how could she ask a question when surrounded by all the weight? she could lie to him. say that she didn't want to bother him, that being home was hard enough, but he would see right through it, and she doesn't lie to him except for that one time she did. which harper would he believe, anyway? the one who said he deserves kindness and a second chance or the one who told him she wishes he was dead and every negative thought he's ever had about himself is true. the one who said he's the bravest person she's ever known or the one who called him the biggest coward alive.
she wants to argue, say he couldn't have seen it if she didn't see it herself. maybe she didn't, maybe she was just fading away until it became too much to bear. she was never supposed to love him. he was never supposed to understand her better than anyone else. but here they are. "what are you getting at, birkhoff?"
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After four years of painstaking restoration following an attack by a drunken man wielding a metal pole, Ilya Repin’s 1885 work “Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan” will soon be returned to public viewing.
On May 23, 2022, the work was briefly rehung in Moscow’s State Tretyakov Gallery for a press conference - but it will not return full-time to public view until a specially designed bullet-proof “protective capsule” is built to protect the work. (The capsule will be made out of the same anti-glare, anti-vandal glass that shields Sandro Botticelli's “The Birth of Venus” and “Primavera” in Florence's Uffizi Gallery.)
The restoration process was an interesting one: the museum set up a “special restoration workshop” on-site, said to include a "unique restoration chair.” The Russian state-owned banking and financial services company Sberbank helped fund the project, which is estimated to have cost $160,000.
“During the restoration process, for the first time in Russia, an innovative approach to thinning the lacquer coating was used,” a Tretyakov spokesperson explained. “Together with the excess lacquer, now thinned down to its original layer, a considerable amount of old restoration inter-lacquer notes and materials was also removed. This allowed the painting to regain its true colouristic sound as conceived by the artist.”
Tatiana Gorodkova, the Tretyakov’s chief curator, concurred, saying this latest attack* was actually a source of valuable insight into the work: “Now the painting is in a very good state of preservation. It is alive, the canvas has regained its plasticity, details that we had not seen before have emerged. The incredible, fantastic richness of this painting has emerged.”
*The work had been attacked in the past: in 1913, it was slashed with a knife by a mentally ill iconographer. (Repin was actually part of the restoration process.) 
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