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[poeticpascal]

White Lies (Joel Miller x Reader)

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Summary: Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: violence, Joel kills 3 dudes (what murdaaah?), descriptions of blood and wounds, stitches, Joel feels guilt and shame but is also very soppy and very in love, fuff and angst all tangled up, descriptions of chronic pain

A/n: I have had a bloody nightmare the last few weeks with suspected endometriosis, which is what inspired me to write this. In my head, reader has endo and the medicine is some sort of contraception or strong painkillers to help her manage it. But it isn't explicitly mentioned so you can imagine whatever you most relate to. Please do let me know what you think, and as always, requests are open!

It’s a harsh winter, even by Boston’s standards.

The QZ is coated in a veil of thick snow, the blizzard that took hold weeks ago now bruising the streets with an icy fist.

Joel pulls his coat tighter around himself, grateful at least for the cover the snowstorm offered, the skies foggy and grey. He can slip through the alleyways much quicker, much quieter beneath the frost. His footsteps are erased almost as soon as he leaves them, and when things get messy, he can soothe his wounds in the freeze.

Which is good, because things get messy a lot.

Not that he’d tell you that. You were too pure, too gentle; not unlike the snow that paints your doorframe now.

No, Joel keeps those things from you. The world has been unkind enough, and if he has one purpose now, it’s to protect that sweetness of yours. To collect it, each golden ray of sunshine that so easily radiates from you, to give it back and let you bask in the warmth of your own soul. 

No one deserves it more than you do. Least not him, and yet you’d given him more love, more sweetness, than he could ever dream of.

That’s why he told you he was working a late shift today - sewage, he thinks he said - rather than where he actually is at 3am, catching his death in an old littered alleyway.

He occasionally shifts to avoid the silver moonlight dripping from the gaps in the fire-escape stairs above him. Tonight’s meeting should be a simple one, free from FEDRA’s strict patrols; he’d done this long enough now to know when, and where, was safest for these things.

He stays on high alert, though. Just in case.

Marco’s late. He isn’t known for being the most competent of dealers, but Joel was getting desperate now, and he was the only crook in the QZ who could get what he needed. He was a small man, a bit pathetic looking, really. But he was smart, and he had connections that even Joel couldn’t make for all his smuggling and dealing.

So when Joel’s supplier told him he couldn’t help him anymore, he didn’t have a choice. That’s what he tells himself, anyway.

“Miller, there ya’ are.” Joel’s snapped out of his thoughts, his looming regret of this whole situation, as Marco strolls down the alley. He grins, in the same cocky way he always did, the sort of grin a man who couldn’t win a fight but has enough men who could wrapped around his finger, doing the dirty work for him.

Joel insisted he come alone. Not because he couldn’t handle his goons; he knew he could. Maybe. But it would cause a scene, and draw attention, to something he very much wanted to keep under wraps.

He’s semi-surprised to see the two men walking behind Marco. Deep down, he’d had some faith that the dealer would stick to his word.

“Quiet the fuck down,” Joel warns, seething through his teeth as his eyes search the alley behind them, making sure they hadn’t been heard. “Who are your friends?”

Marco follows Joel’s gaze towards his companions. “They’re just here to observe.”

The men are the same height as Joel, maybe a little taller. He recognises both from the sleazy speakeasies that lie beneath the floors of the QZ. Where the bad guys go. 

One is bald, with a jagged scar carved across his cheek and over his eye. He’s scowling, unlike Marco and the other man, who looks somewhat softer with thick hair grown to his shoulders and brown eyes that stayed on Joel like bedrock.

“That’s not what we agreed,’ Joel growls.

There’s tension in the air, thick, and they must feel it too because Marco’s henchmen each have a hand hovering near their sides, where silver blades reflect the white of the snow.

“I recall us also agreeing that you’d get your meds in return for the money. But we’re doing things a little differently today.” Joel remains stoic, though his eyes turn dark and angry, the moon’s light no longer illuminating his features. Marco tiptoes slowly towards him, getting so close that Joel can feel his breath and raising a hand to pick a piece of lint from his flannel shirt. “I want my money. But you might have to wait a little longer for your meds.”

Joel reacts then, squaring up to him, stepping forward and clenching his fists. The other men wrap their hands around their blades, anticipating a fight. Marco just laughs.

“‘Scuse me?” Joel asks, though they all know he understood what was going on.

“You’re gonna give me the amount we agreed. And then, you’re gonna speak to one of your guard friends, and cut me a deal. Then you might get your meds.”

Joel’s anger swells inside him like a beast, his previous care to stay hidden long gone as he imagines driving his fist into Marco’s smug, son of a bitch face again and again and again. 

He has to think this through, though. He needs those meds. Marco can see the cogs turning. “Just give me the money, Miller. Don’t make this difficult. You can’t take three of us.”

“No?” Joel retorts, already decided in what he’d do next. “I don’t think it’s worth findin’ out. Give me the meds.”

Marco sighs, dropping his head and stepping away from Joel, leaving him to face his men. “Shame, Joel. You really coulda helped us.”

He nods to his men, who immediately draw their blades and attack. The first lands a punch on his face, the weight of it surprising him as he falls back into the railing. Before he can recover, the other has already plunged a blade through his stomach, right below his ribcage. He controls himself, swallows the yell that claws its way up his throat, tries to think. The cold steel of the rail stabs into his back, and when another fist collides with his cheek and sends him to the floor, he uses it to haul himself up and tackle one of the men - the softer one - to the ground with him.

Marco only stands and watches as Joel throws his weight onto the man and smashes his head into the stone floor. The other grabs his shoulder, spinning him round but Joel’s prepared this time and he dodges the swat of his knife. Instead he throws a punch into his stomach, making him double over which gives Joel the opportunity to grab the knife strapped to his calf and drive it through the bald man’s throat. He stumbles, collapsing to the floor with a choked cry, and Joel turns back just in time to see the other man trying to stand, though the injury to his head makes him dizzy. Joel stands first, easily pushing the man to the ground, and stomping on his head with as much force as his steel-toed boots would let him. Both men stay down.

Marco has regressed into the darkness of the alley, and he looks somehow smaller than usual. He’s pathetic, and if this was any other job, he’d laugh. But this wasn’t a laughing matter, and there was only one target for him; the medication.

The smaller man reaches into his pocket, searching for his gun, but Joel anticipates the move and has already reached him and thrown him against the wall before he can find it. His movements strain the wound in his abdomen, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t feel it.

Joel’s fist pins Marco to the wall by his throat, making him splutter and flail like a fish out of water.

“Where are the fuckin’ pills, Marco?” He just continues to flail, trying to pull Joel’s hand off of him with both of his own, to no effect. Joel scoffs, throwing him to the floor and dragging his knife out of the now dead henchman’s neck. “If you won’t tell me, I guess I’ve got no use for ya.” He uses his shirt to clean the blade, the flannel already soaked in blood, his own.

“For fuck sake, Marco whines, slightly out of breath. “They’re at my place.”

“There anyone else there?” Joel asks, so nonchalantly that it almost sounds like a passing thought.

“No, no one there. But you’ll need me to get you in.”

Joel looks up again, the now-clean knife held in his fist with a vice-like grip. He stalks towards Marco, ignoring his desperate pleas. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem-” 

With that, he stabs him in the chest, letting him choke and gasp on the floor and searching his pockets for a key. He finds it, and does a quick, final survey of the alleyway. The once perfectly settled snow is disturbed, kicked up in the fight, and deeply stained with blood.

Joel curses, but leaves, only now noticing the burning pain from his torso. He leans against the wall, now stood out in the street, open; but there are no guards. He doesn’t think he’d care. Instead he grabs a fistful of the snow around his feet, packs it into the wound, hissing at the sharp pain of the ice but quickly feeling relief as it numbs him.

This was going to be a long night.

—------------------

It’s another couple of hours or so before he returns. There were, in fact, people at Marco’s place - but Joel knew that would be the case anyway. They weren’t a problem.

He’d showered in Marco’s flat, after taking out the men hanging out in there. Protecting it, he assumed. And he’d found a med pack that let him stitch up the wound to some degree; it was a hack job, but it should do the trick. He’d had worse.

The most important thing was that he found the meds.

The old door of your place creaks as he steps inside, quickly closing it behind him before the cold could enter. It’s futile, really; the wooden pillars are rotten, decaying so badly that the wind sweeps through the cracks with ease, and he can see dustings of snow on the floor around your windows. But he tries anyway.

“Joel?”

There you are.

It’s scary, honestly, what your voice does to him. Even so quiet, so distant from the bedroom upstairs, it lifts the weight from his shoulders that he thought he’d carry forever.

“I’m here, baby. I’m comin’.” He pulls off his shoes, placing them neatly beside the door just how you like, and heads upstairs. His bloodied shirt is long gone, buried in some forgotten corner of the QZ, where he has a collection of discarded items by now.

You don’t reply, he doesn’t expect you to. He reaches your bedroom, gently opening the door and sighing at the sight of you lying there, curled up between mountains of sheets and pillows.

He’d almost think you look peaceful if he didn’t know how much pain you’re in.

“Oh, honey,” he laments, crossing the distance from the door to you and kneeling down beside your head. You open your eyes, though they’re weighed down by exhaustion, and a small smile creeps onto your lips at the sight of the man before you.

“Hi,” you whisper, letting a gentle hand poke out from the duvet and brush his jaw. He can’t help but grin back at you, the total mess that took place just hours ago wiped from his mind completely, and he leans into your touch.

The both of you just stay like that for a moment, your thumb sweeping across his cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. Then you wince, and no matter how much you try to hide it, he can see the wave of pain inflict your body.

“I’ve got your tablets, sweetheart.” He reaches into his pocket, a desperation to his actions now; he hates seeing you like this. You just nod, pushing a meek but honest “thank you” past your lips, so quiet that he almost doesn’t hear it. His heart swells.

Joel presses out one tablet and hands it to you, then picks up the glass of water that stands on your side table, making a mental note to replace it later. You take the pill, grabbing hold of his hand before he can pull it away, and give it a gentle squeeze. He follows your lead and tips the water to your lips once you’ve placed the tablet on your tongue, gently helping you swallow and squeezing your hand right back.

A look of relief washes over your face, and he finally lets himself relax. He stands, letting go of your hand and leaning over to kiss your forehead, before pulling off the clothes he’d taken from Marco’s wardrobe and climbing in beside you.

He only knew heaven in these moments with you, late at night, when your hands reach for him beneath the sheets and your head nuzzles into his neck. It’s no different tonight; he’s quiet, unsure if you’d fallen asleep in those few seconds, and as much as he wishes you’d rest, he can’t deny the way his lips curl when he feels your gentle touch wrap around him.

“How was today? Doing the sewage?”

Joel swallows. “Yeah, yeah. It was fine. Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart.” His arms envelop you, holding you tight against him, one hand drawing gentle circles on your back. He’s lost in the bliss for a moment, letting it wash over him in waves, when your hand brushes his haphazard and you freeze. So does he.

“Joel,” you say; it’s still a whisper, but not the tired kind you’d given him earlier. It’s like you’re too scared to ask. “What’s that?”

He panics, holding you tighter, trying to think. He can’t believe himself for not remembering to cover it, to make sure you didn’t see. 

“There was an accident today. I did some building work before I went to sewage, a pipe fell. Nicked me real bad-” you gasp, forcing yourself to sit up with shaky arms. Joel immediately pulls you back down, his hands grasping your face, staring into your eyes like they held the world inside them. It’s dark, but they glimmer, and he just hopes you can’t see his fear.

“No no. It’s fine, baby. I’m fine. Got seen by the doc, got a couple ‘a stitches. Says i’ll be all good by tomorrow.”

“By tomorrow? Joel that doesn’t sound right-”

He interrupts you. He hates this. “I promise, baby. That’s what she said. I promise.” He wipes a thumb across your cheek, and the way you seem to settle, to believe him, makes him ache. He hates this.

You nuzzle back into his side, placated. You trust him, endlessly, and he hates that he abuses that trust just as much as he needs to protect you. A means to an end, he thinks.

The two of you are silent for a few moments, your hand lay gentle over his wound. Like you’re trying to heal it. He thinks it’s working.

“Thank you for picking up my medicine,” you say.

“It’s okay.” His words are quiet, muffled; he’s got his face buried in your hair now, revelling in your scent, and really, he doesn’t want to talk about this with you. He doesn’t want to lie anymore than he already has.

You’re still oblivious, though. Still sweet.

“I’m so glad you can make my rations cover it. I don’t know what I’d do if they made them more expensive.”

Oh, babygirl, he thinks.

Because your rations don’t cover your medicine. Neither did his. Even combined, they’d hardly cover a drink in the bar these days. He’d seen you work and work and work, in spite of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen and tortured your bones until you could hardly stand up anymore, and he saw the way they laughed in your face and turned you away when you tried to get the help you needed. When you tried to trade your labour for medicine. You were nothing to them.

So he told you he could barter the price down. That it was best if he goes from now on, to make sure you’re not taken advantage of. He takes your rations, stuffs them right back in the savings pot you keep above the shelves in your kitchen, and leaves to make whatever underground deals he needs to in order to get those meds. And you didn’t know a thing.

He must’ve been quiet for a while, because you continue. “And I’m glad you don’t do those scary things anymore.”

That gets his attention. “Scary things?”

“Yeah. Like, the smuggling and stuff.” You take a breath, tighten your arms around his waist. “I mean, I know why you did it. I’m glad you were able to look after yourself.”

Joel curses to himself, unable to wipe the tears that brimmed in his eyes as you spoke, because that would mean letting go of you.

“But I’m also glad you don’t do that anymore. You go out, and you work, even the horrible sewage shifts like tonight.” You giggle, but Joel can’t even force himself to smile. Shame consumes him.

“I’m proud of you, Joel.”

He’s silent. He doesn’t know what to say. He feels like shit.

If you notice his stillness, you don’t mention it. That alone makes his heart ache; you’d always been so understanding, so careful to make sure he’s okay while knowing exactly how to handle his feelings.

It’s odd, really, how fiercely you protect one another. He doesn’t let the darkness of the world so much as touch you, and you extract the horrors from his veins like a vacuum, making him forget the damage was ever even there.

His eyes flitter down, watching you drift asleep, finally at peace and free from pain. He exhales.

He’d never feel good about lying to you. But some things, he thinks, are worth it.

You are worth it.

And so he brushes away the hair that’s fallen over your eyes, trying to fight the droopiness of his own so he can keep them on you for just a second longer. But sleep overtakes him, and the only reason he lets himself fall into dreamland, is because he knows he’ll find you there, too.

[chronurgy]

Gortash Week Day 6 - Dealer's choice/AU (childhood)

She doesn’t know for sure that the boy living in her house is her son. She birthed him, sure, remembers that as well as anything. But if she hadn’t been there for it, she wouldn’t’ve picked this boy out as hers. He’s not like them. Not like her, not like his father. Not like anyone around the place, really.

When he was a baby, he was always screaming. Shrieking and fussing about some thing or another. And he was ravenous. Always grabbing her breast when he was smaller, never content to leave her be. Once he was old enough to eat solids, he would cram any piece of food he could get his greedy little hands onto into his hungry maw without so much as a by your leave. Like a bottomless pit, he was. And never grateful for any of it, either, the little snot. He stole, too, once he was big enough to reach the counters. How many times had she whacked his wandering hands with a spoon while cooking? Too many to count. And sometimes she’d catch him wolfing down some piece of food out in the alley behind the house she knew he couldn’t have stolen from her kitchen. She’d punish him for it, of course, give him a few good licks and lock him in the house, but he always got back out again eventually.

He was eerie, the boy that was supposed to be her son. Something lurked behind those dark eyes that spooked her. He just watched, watched them all unceasingly. At least when he wasn’t absorbed in one of those books of his. She’d certainly never taught him to read something like that, pages upon pages of dense little text and words near longer than her forearm. She’d taught him proper useful stuff, easy sums and enough reading to get by. He’d taken to it like a fish to water. And he just loved to flaunt it. Doing sums in his head, divisions even, without even counting on his fingers. He’d wait just long enough, long enough for it to be clear that she was struggling, counting on her fingers, before he'd announce the answer in that lackadaisical tone of his. He had no respect, that boy. He’d wormed his way into doing the store’s books and as soon as he had squirmed his way in, he’d started making demands, like he had the right. “Get a different leather supplier, Father” this, and “We haven’t got the money for that this month” that. Insolent boy! What right had he to tell his parents – they who fed him and clothed him and kept a roof over his head – what they ought to do? What would a child even know about money? And no matter how often they told him to shut it, the boy insisted on clinging to the purse strings tight as a miser’s fist.

And he lied, she knew he did. She couldn’t prove it, but she knew. A mother always knows. She’d found some complicated little toy stuffed under his bed, something she knew she certainly hadn’t bought him. She didn’t see the point in such fiddly mechanical bits of junk for children. When she’d confronted him about it, told him he couldn’t be stealing things like that, the boy’d had the very nerve to insist that he’d made it himself. Sometimes a bit of punishment would get him squealing, get him to admitting the nasty things he’d done. But just to spite her, the wretch had refused to admit his lies. He’d curled his stringy body around the thing as though to protect it and not spoken a word, barely even let out a whimper. Even when she’d got her hands on the thing, even then he’d refused to give up the lie. She’d had no choice but to smash it. She couldn’t have something like that in the house where the guard might find it and know it was stolen. Then he’d begged. Then he’d screamed. But even then, he had refused to tell her the truth. He’d had the nerve to fake tears for the dammed piece of junk, as though he’d cared about the damn thing. And when she’d told him to stop with the crocodile tears, he’d had the audacity to pretend to be afraid of her, cowering there with his hands over his head like he’d thought she would beat him. She’d seen the gleam in his eye though. She knew it was all some petty child’s manipulation. The lies never stopped with that whelp.

Her husband has debts, she knows this. She doesn’t trust the boy, not at all, and she checks and double checks every bit of work he does on the books. She knows they’re deep, deep in the hole and only getting deeper with every month that passes. She also knows that there isn’t a way out, not for people like them. And then a woman arrives. She arrives at their shop one day, a day when Enver is out of her hair and off on the streets doing things only the gods know about. She’s short, with long, beautiful dark hair, hair like she’d had before her husband and that boy had turned her grey before her time. “I bring the solution to all your problems,” the woman had said without prompting.

And oh, she had. She really, really had.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Roots

Author's notes: Zaarius in Husbandry

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: Zaarius, happy from collecting the items from his Loyalist clients, the intel, and other resources that they paid in response for his Delights. Now, he just needs to trade with Hura so that he gets stuff from him.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Zaarius hums to himself pleased at how much he’d received from his Loyalist clients making sure to carefully put his trade goods in carefully protective crates with his name stamped on them. He knows that will only have some of those within the Base hesitate briefly before rifling through his stuff for their own benefit.

Now- he’s got an Apothecary to trade with, he’s heard the complaints from some of the Apothecaries about how stingy the Loyalists are with sharing supplies in certain kinds of medications and other sorts of supplies that they need. Some of those supplies are growing ever lesser, and thus more valuable to trade for.

Which has him grin sharply, and has those who are smart, avoiding him, while also watching him carefully for his Shenanigans. He pushes the crate on a rolling cart, it’s annoying that they don’t have any anti-gravitation hover carts, which are a much more elegant way to move things.

“Hura, dear cousin!” Zaarius calls out with a churring trill in his voice. “I am glad that we were able to have time to discuss something with each other.”

He’d requested some of Hura’s time, knowing that the other is very busy being a higher ranking Apothecary who’s really good at his job and isn’t an entirely sadistic piece of work, which can be a trend among the Renegade, and more particularly, the Chaos Apothecary Space Marines.

Hura inclines his head as he looks down at his smaller fellow Chaos Marine, Zaarius could be quite the entertaining fellow. So long as he wasn’t in a Spiteful mood, Hura gestures for Zaarius to follow after him.

“My office is just down the way,” Hura says, looking at the crate filled with something. ”What’s that you have there?”

“Supplies I traded some Loyalists for,” Zaarius says with a grin, his six sets of eyes squinting a little as he gives out a bit of a pleased trill. “That is why I wanted to meet with you Hura, is some of the supplies I gathered, I figured you would be interested, what with some of the supply issues that the Medicae of Chaos have been having due to that little squabble that you lot have been having recently.”

“Just what kinds of supplies did you acquire?” Hura asks, “and how did you acquire them?”

“I acquired them through honest, legal trade with some Loyalists who are interested in my particular services that I can personally do,” Zaarius says honestly, “how they acquired the goods is not my care to know.”

Hura looks at him steadily, for a few hearts beat, slowly taking in what the other has said and looks at the crate again before looking at Zaarius, “What kind of medical supplies did you legally acquire?”

 Zaarius grins up at him and with one of his extra arms he carefully lifts up the crate and grabs out some of the medical supplies, a sample of each of the medications that they are starting to sorely lack that the Loyalists have a decent supply of.

“A little of this, a little of that,” Zaarius replies as he hands over the samples, so that Hura can test the quality of the supplies for himself. “Please tell me if the quality is off so I can discuss with my suppliers the foolishness of their actions, please Hura?”

If they aren’t of the quality that he’d requested, then he’s going to ensure that those Loyalist clients of his will be properly punished for their hubris and foolishness for trying to short their Dealer of their rightful due.

Hura takes the samples, and uses part of his assessor array to test the quality of the medicines, which are what they are labeled to be as of the high quality that can be made on ancient terra with the limited supplies and technology that they have available.

He informs Zaarius of such, he seems most pleased with the answer, he knows that this crate of supplies is not going to be given to him, or to the Medicae at the base, but is something he’s going to trade for something he needs or wants instead. 

Such is the way of Chaos, even in these unprecedented times, so long as supplies are hoarded too much and theft is kept at a minimum those in charge are willing to look the other way, because trying to fight over petty stuff will leave them at a serious disadvantage with the Loyalists and Renegades. 

Not to mention the factions within the baseline humans that could also take advantage of such disharmony. So Hura negotiates with Zaarius for the supplies, discussing with him the details of the trade, and doing his best to not have to give the other too much.

Hura manages to get a good deal out of Zaarius, but reminding the other that he lives on this Base as well, and how they do need to maintain a professional relationship with one another.

Also, that he or one of his fellow Death  Guard Apothecaries are going to be the ones to do his next health assessment. And then he gives the other one of his pleasant smiles. Zarius’s main eyes stare at him and narrow slightly, while the other sets of eyes dart around a little as he thinks over his next response.

Zaarius decides to make the smart decision and not try to be too greedy with his request with only some minor Slanneshi Space Marine dramatics. Which mildly amuses and annoys Hura at the same time. 

Zaarius gives half of the supplies, waiting on the recompense for the trade that he just made with Hura. Following after the other and humming one of those stupid Ancient Terran human songs that are so annoyingly catchy.

Hura gets the requested trade supplies and he makes sure to double count them as he watches Hura take the supplies that he’d gotten in trade with the Loyalists. Pleased that Hura hadn’t tried to short him  he takes the supplies and plans where he’s going to keep the supplies and not have them stolen from him by some bastard either a wanderer or a resident of the base.

[bee-bread-draws]

I caved and made another au 😔

The Cybercore AU!! It’s honestly kinda like a knock off Detroit: Become Human but with some differences.

In this au, it’s the future so they have all kinds of technological and medical advancements. There are androids built to serve mankind and many different models for different tasks. These androids are not built with sentience, but it is something that can be gained. But most humans do not like androids becoming sentient and want to keep them under their control. This is where the main conflict of our au happens. Our lovely cast of characters have, over time, formed a vigilante group who fight for android rights and any injustice they see.

Some tidbits about the characters:

Wally is the creator of the group, having originally made it as a rebellious group for him and Barnaby to do when they were teenagers. But over time, it became a fully fledged vigilante group. Wally is also the only fully human of the group. He doesn’t have any limb replacements or enhancements, making him all natural!

Poppy and Frank are the only full androids of the group. Poppy is an inflatable android (think baymax) and was created to care and watch over children while their parents work. Frank was created as a sort of walking library, full of thousands of random and useful facts for his owners use. Though out of the two of them, Poppy is the only sentient one. Frank was rescued from a scrapyard by Julie and now treats her as his owner.

Howdy is a blackmarket dealer, selling and trading his wares and supplies for a more lucrative audience. He is the groups supplier and originally wasn’t part of the group, but he decided to join to offer himself protection. His extra arms and legs are limb enhancements, a show of power and a way to help him carry heavy objects.

Julie had joined the group when running away from an arranged marriage her parents set up. She had only just turned 18 and still wanted to have her own life. She ran into Poppy, who was injured on a mission the group was doing, and helped patch her up. Poppy took her back to their base and she has been a member ever since. She originally did not have any android parts to her, but an accident during a mission paralyzed her, forcing her to either quit the group or undergo a procedure to fix it.

Sally is the only person in the group to purposely seek out the group and join. Finding their connection to Howdy and went up to him, demanding to join. She is willing to fight for android rights in every way possible, no matter how bad they are. Despite this, she always has a pep to her step… literally! Her special boots allow her to jump high and survive long falls (they’re Portal boots)

Eddie is the newest member of the group. He was raised in the countryside, away from any androids or technology. He was forced to move to the city when his grandparents died, losing the rights to the farm. Because of the way he was raised, he had grown to dislike androids and most technology, making his move very troubling. Despite his dislike of androids, he doesn’t believe they should be treated wrong, especially since they never asked to be made. He was discovered by the group when he was defending an android from their owner after they had fallen.

Barnaby has been the in group since it’s beginning as he is a childhood friend of Wally’s. Because they were teens, they were both reckless and inexperienced, which caused an accident that destroyed his hands and left eye. His parents couldn’t afford an expensive operation, so they got a cheaper one, which is why his eye is clunky compared to everyone else’s.

Please feel free to ask any questions you have about this au’s characters, lore, or background details about the world they live in! And as always, have a lovely day, night, or morning!

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The Clockwork Boy Ch. 1: The Sky-Eyes Boy

As I mentioned in my 100 followers celebration/acknowledgment post, I'm posting the first proper chapter of The Clockwork Boy. Call it a bit of a longer sneak peek than the snippets I usually post. The chapter is just about where I want it editing-wise, but I can't promise I won't fiddle with it more. Without further ado, full chapter beneath the cut.

Jake didn’t much like hauling, and yet it was an activity he found himself doing frequently. Admittedly, it could be argued that what he did this particular day was more akin to schlepping, as pulling a hand cart loaded to the brim with tin was pushing his strength just about as far as it would go. Regardless of the exact definition of what he was doing, it was tiresome tedious work. It made Jake the kind of tired that had him making stupid mistakes or really quite clever observations. There wasn’t much of an in-between, and today he was going to do both.

The practical-minded clockmaker’s workshop always bought its materials in bulk, ideally already smelted into ingots for ease of use. While employing the economics of scale was undoubtedly preferable, this required access to a market that his humble, if not entirely disreputable workshop did not have. The biggest providers of raw materials tended to be bought out in a hurry, and the contracts for new clients quickly became restrictive to the point of exclusion. Smaller dealers usually were left to do their limited business in peace, although there was a definite limit to how big they could get before accidents started happening, or anonymous tips into shady business practices led to lengthy investigations with no protection against bankruptcy and destitution. So his employer bought materials wherever they could get them for reasonable prices, which usually meant low quanta and mediocre quality at best, and smelting them was expensive and at times dangerous, but it was better than saddling oneself with the usurious revenue garnishing payment plans that the more convenient suppliers used.

Jake had come to gain an understanding of the workings of the city. It wasn’t a place for mercy, but it was reasonable in its own way. There were rules and laws, of a sort, like any place else, but there were also strongly worded suggestions, things one was better off doing. One of the biggest rules was to keep your head down. Both avoiding eye contact in public and not standing out, in general, were strategies that Jake employed all but subconsciously after a few years in the city, and now no longer questioned. There were, of course, disadvantages to looking at the ground while lost in thought, but at least when pulling the handcart, his profile was looming enough to dissuade all but the most thoughtless jaywalkers. There is, however, no shortage of foolishness and recklessness in the world, and on occasion, a fool of as of yet unmatched magnitude will make their presence known in the worst sort of way. One such hitherto undefeated champion of duncery was driving a passing steam pavise. The horseless cart was pulled by a trio of disembodied steam-powered leg pairs, reminiscent of the brutish beasts that had once provided the propulsion to similar contraptions in days past. The steam pavise itself was about to go the way of the horse and fade from the streets as the more energy- and space-efficient Gear Walkers took over. If this changing of the guard brought any pensive humility to its drivers, said humility had not penetrated to the madman driving this particular vehicle. The wheels of the pavise didn’t as much hit the cart as they briefly snagged the handcart’s wheel, sending the whole contraption and its hapless driver into a spin, before careening further down the street with the rhythmic beat of automated hooves.

Jake felt his body sting and ache. He had managed to stop the handcart from spinning out or hitting anyone, but he was pretty sure he had pulled at least a couple of muscles in doing so. It would sting like the dickens, and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be hammering or lifting anything in the next couple of days. At least he should be able to get the cart back to the workshop, the slight slope would take him the rest of the way all but unaided.

It was only once the brightest flash of adrenaline and other pain-numbing chemicals subsided that Jake found it in himself to be angry at the pavise driver. In days gone, you could talk to the constables about that kind of behavior, but the streets hadn’t seen as much as a badge for decades now. There was always trying to sic The Enforcers on people who mistreated you, but as long as you weren’t rich they were just as likely to rough you up for your trouble. Besides, Jake thought, even if he thought the guy absolutely shouldn’t be driving, he didn’t want him beat up. Lightly chastised? Sure, but that was the extent of it. Jake felt his pulse calm and the fog of anger and pain clearing up. When he found it in himself to look up at the world around him, he realized, with a sudden shock, that he was being watched.

A street stoat was staring at him from the little side path that it and its brethren had carved through the litter that filled the sides of the street. Jake wasn’t sure, but he suspected the animal had frozen in fear from the brief moment where the cart was in danger of spinning out and hitting the little predator. “It’s alright,” Jake said, he had no idea why he was speaking to the stoat, but it felt right like the little thing deserved some attention. “You’re not in danger, go along now, don’t you have finches to hunt?” The stoat kept staring. It wasn’t freezing fear in its eyes, Jake now realized. The stoat was appraising him with some sort of mustelid intelligence.

Jake couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m flattered for the attention Mr. Stoat, but I better get going and so should you, shoo.” Jake waved a hand in the stoat’s direction to shoo it away. The little fur tube finally took the hint and darted down the street. It was probably going to hunt trash finches in some alley, or perhaps it was on its way back to whatever den it had built for itself. “When the fox sleeps the raccoon feasts, huh,” Jake murmured to himself

As he righted the cart and prepared for the last leg of his tedious transport journey, he realized it wasn’t just the stoat that had been watching him.

The boy, for Jake could not think of him as anything else despite being a head taller than him, had the bluest eyes Jake had ever seen. This, he realized with a start, had to be how the sky looked above all the smog during the golden hour. Jake had no idea how he got to this conclusion as he had lived in the city long enough to forget the smogless sky and honestly had no expertise in color or poetry even on a good day.

There was something with the pensive look in the eyes of the strange young man that just drew out the similes. His eyes weren’t blue, they were like a perfect sky; His hair wasn’t blond and tightly cropped, it was like freshly harvested wheat; His cloak was not oversized and ill-fitting, it was like an immaterial fog swathing his delicate form. Perhaps the young man could not be comprehended otherwise, at least not by Jake.

Jake barely had the time to snap out of his sudden and all-encompassing reverie before the moment was over. The sky-eyed, wheat-haired elflike youth disappeared into the nascent bustle of the city as if Jake had dreamed him up whole cloth. Jake had no idea if the boy had moved unnaturally fast, or if his reverie or his exhaustion had merely dulled his senses to the point where it seemed like it. Another strongly worded suggestion for living in the city was letting things go. If something was too unusual to understand without extra effort, or strange in a way that wasn’t explicitly dangerous, you’d be better off just forgetting about it. Little good could come out of sticking your nose where it didn’t belong, and that counted double for things out of the usual.

There were no hidden treasures, no long lost knowledge or forgotten riches just ready for the taking in the city, just disappointments you hadn’t had the option of experiencing yet, losses you hadn’t suffered, dangers that you had unwittingly avoided. It was easier to just not think twice about it, never consider what-ifs, and let bygones be bygones, lest things found a way to get even worse. It wasn’t much of a life, Jake had to admit to himself as he pulled the cart the final bit to the workshop, but it surely had to beat dying.

In the little schooling he had received, Jake had come to learn that an idea in theory and an idea in practice were two wildly different things, and seldom intersected in their entirety. There was, or so his teachers had told him, a push and pull there, where theory informed attempted practice, and experience from practice shaped future theory. It struck Jake as somewhat of a pointless exercise, an admission that you’d never truly know anything resembling the truth, but perhaps that was the point.

As he parked the handcart and signaled for his colleagues to assist him in unloading the materials, however, Jake had to concede he might need to tweak his theory regarding forgetting about the strange young man. It was going about as well as his attempts at attracting the attention of his coworkers, who did a decent job of looking entirely too busy to help. The thought of that strange young man didn’t leave him, but most of him merely haunted the peripheries of Jake’s memory. One part, though, stayed with him, as clear as when he’d first seen it. Put simply, he could not put those eyes out of his mind.

What manner of things they seen, he wondered, to seem so sad, and yet so beautiful? Now that he thought about it, it reminded him of a childhood memory. It had been one of the few excursions he had experienced in his life. The orphanage had hired a rickety old steam pavise to take them to the outskirts, to “the forest” where some natural vegetation still existed. They had played among the trees and by the brooks and river in the forests that still remained on the fringes of the city, it could charitably be called “nature.” It was a lovely memory, but one also tinged with profound sadness, and, Jake was starting to realize, anger.

He hadn’t thought about it at the time, but looking back at it, the trees looked like they were dying. Leaves and even branches curled and twisted with unknown maladies, even the evergreens lost their needles and those needles who remained gained an unnatural orange pallor and a faintly oily smell. The same stink could be felt wherever the water grew stagnant in the rivers, even as a child he had noticed that. Some of his friends had gotten sick after that, he recalled, but most of them survived it.

Jake wasn’t quite sure what to think about what he was thinking, but there really wasn’t anything for it, the thoughts were there whether he liked them or not. He was happy for remembering the fun he had had, running around and being a carefree child for once, he felt sad for his friends that got sick, and he felt angry for the world that had allowed a beautiful place of nature to decay. No, he thought, it was worse than decay, it was rot, putrescence, poisoned with the malice of carelessness or greed rather than conceded to entropy. He assumed it was runoff from the city or one of the factories dumping their waste material, and that some of whatever toxic sludge had resulted made its way to the groundwater. Jake hadn’t been back there since then, but he suspected the trees were entirely gone by now. It could even be that the city had expanded since then, and the entire diseased copse was now brick and cobblestone.

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Importance of Cold Foil Stamping in Sivakasi’s Printing Hub: A Game-Changer for Packaging

Sivakasi has long been known as India’s printing capital, renowned for its expertise in high-quality printing and packaging solutions. With the ever-growing demand for premium, eye-catching packaging, cold foil stamping has emerged as a significant trend, revolutionizing the way brands present their products. Packaging companies in Sivakasi are increasingly embracing cold foil stamping for its cost-efficiency, aesthetic appeal, and versatility, making it a game-changer in the industry.

Cold foil stamping is gaining popularity not just in Sivakasi, but also in other major cities like Surat and Chennai, as packaging dealers and companies seek innovative solutions to stand out in competitive markets. Leading suppliers like Everest Holovisions are at the forefront of this transformation, offering cutting-edge technology and expertise in cold foil stamping across India.

What is Cold Foil Stamping?

Cold foil stamping is a finishing technique that involves applying a thin layer of metallic foil to a printed surface using a UV-curable adhesive. Unlike traditional hot foil stamping, which requires heat and pressure, cold foil stamping is done at room temperature. This makes the process faster and allows for more intricate designs to be stamped onto a wide range of substrates, including paper, plastic, and flexible packaging materials.

Why Cold Foil Stamping is Vital for Sivakasi’s Packaging Industry

1. Cost-Effective and Efficient

In Sivakasi, where speed and efficiency are crucial for large-scale packaging production, cold foil stamping offers a distinct advantage. Since it can be applied directly on printing presses without the need for additional tooling or heat, cold foil stamping significantly reduces production time and costs. This makes it an attractive option for packaging dealers in Sivakasi who are looking to produce high-quality, premium packaging without inflating their budgets.

2. Premium Look and Feel

Cold foil stamping adds a luxurious, metallic finish that instantly elevates the perceived value of the product. For brands in Sivakasi that cater to industries like cosmetics, pharmaceuticals, and consumer goods, cold foil stamping offers a way to differentiate their products on the shelves. The technique can be used to create vibrant, metallic effects in a wide range of colors, making it ideal for brands seeking to create packaging that stands out.

Cold foil stamping dealers in Sivakasi are increasingly relying on this technology to serve clients who demand packaging that not only protects but also attracts attention.

3. Versatility Across Substrates

One of the biggest advantages of cold foil stamping is its ability to be applied to a variety of materials, including paper, film, and plastic. This versatility makes it a preferred choice for packaging companies in Sivakasi, which produce a wide range of packaging solutions for different industries. Whether it's luxury packaging for high-end consumer goods or protective packaging for pharmaceuticals, cold foil stamping offers a versatile and reliable solution.

4. Sustainability and Environmental Benefits

Sustainability is becoming an essential consideration for packaging companies, and cold foil stamping offers an environmentally friendly alternative to traditional methods. Since it doesn't require heat, cold foil stamping consumes less energy and results in fewer emissions. Additionally, the thin layer of foil used in the process is more resource-efficient, reducing waste. For Sivakasi’s printing hub, known for its large-scale production, adopting cold foil stamping contributes to more sustainable packaging solutions.

Cold Foil Stamping in Surat and Chennai

Cold Foil Stamping in Surat

The city of Surat is

a major player in the textile and manufacturing industries, where packaging plays a crucial role in product presentation. Cold foil stamping in Surat is gaining traction due to its ability to provide a premium, metallic finish that enhances the visual appeal of packaging for high-end products like garments, jewelry, and luxury goods. Businesses in Surat are increasingly turning to cold foil stamping to ensure their packaging stands out in the highly competitive marketplace.

Surat’s packaging industry thrives on innovation, and cold foil stamping allows companies to incorporate intricate, reflective designs that capture attention and elevate brand perception. For luxury sectors, the added touch of metallic elegance gives products a superior edge, making cold foil stamping a key asset for packaging dealers in Surat.

Cold Foil Stamping Dealers in Chennai

Cold foil stamping dealers in Chennai have also embraced this advanced technology, especially due to the city's diverse range of industries, including electronics, FMCG, and pharmaceuticals. The versatility of cold foil stamping allows Chennai’s packaging dealers to cater to various sectors, providing both functional and visually appealing solutions. The ease of application, combined with faster production times, ensures that businesses in Chennai can meet the high demands of the packaging market without compromising on quality.

With the growing need for premium packaging, cold foil stamping has become a preferred technique for companies in Chennai that want to create packaging that exudes sophistication and luxury. By offering metallic finishes and unique textures, cold foil stamping helps brands leave a lasting impression on consumers.

The Role of Everest Holovisions in Driving Cold Foil Stamping Adoption

Everest Holovisions, a leading provider of packaging solutions, has played a significant role in popularizing cold foil stamping across India, particularly in Sivakasi, Chennai, and Surat. With cutting-edge technology and extensive expertise, Everest Holovisions has helped packaging companies adopt cold foil stamping to create high-quality, eye-catching designs.

Everest Holovisions specializes in providing advanced cold foil stamping solutions that enable businesses to produce packaging that is not only aesthetically appealing but also durable and cost-effective. By working closely with cold foil stamping dealers in Sivakasi, Chennai, and Surat, Everest Holovisions ensures that brands have access to the latest innovations in packaging design, helping them stay competitive in an increasingly crowded marketplace.

Conclusion: A Game-Changer for Sivakasi and Beyond

Cold foil stamping is revolutionizing the packaging industry in Sivakasi, Surat, and Chennai by providing a cost-effective, efficient, and versatile solution for creating premium packaging. The ability to add luxurious, metallic finishes to a wide range of materials has made cold foil stamping the go-to choice for brands looking to enhance their product presentation and brand identity.

As a leader in the field, Everest Holovisions continues to push the boundaries of what cold foil stamping can achieve, making it a game-changer for packaging dealers and businesses across India. Whether it’s adding a touch of luxury to consumer goods in Chennai, enhancing textile packaging in Surat, or meeting the high-volume demands of Sivakasi’s printing hub, cold foil stamping is the future of innovative packaging solutions.

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The Ultimate Guide To Purchasing Eames Lounge Chairs In The UK

While many dream of owning a classic Eames Lounge Chair, purchasing it is daunting. Fear not, as in this guide, I will go through all you need to know to make this dream come true in the UK. From understanding the variations to be had with the chair to finding authentic sellers, I will help guide you through making an informed purchase of this timeless furniture piece..

Key Takeaways: • Consider Authenticity: Ensure the Eames Lounge Chair you purchase is an authentic Herman Miller or Vitra piece to guarantee quality and value.

• Check for Certification: Look for official stamps or certificates of authenticity to verify the chair's origin and craftsmanship.

• Research Suppliers: Buy from reputable suppliers or retailers with a proven track record of selling genuine Eames Lounge Chairs.

• Test for Comfort: Prioritize comfort by testing the chair before purchase to ensure it meets your expectations for relaxation and support.

• Review Warranty and Return Policies: Familiarize yourself with the warranty and return policies to protect your investment and have recourse in case of any issues.

History and Design

The Origins of Eames Lounge Chairs Indeed, looking at what could make a lounge chair such a beautiful piece to even one's soul, one finds oneself taken across those few years in the 1950s when this design was initially conceived. As it had been designed by the legendary husband-wife team of Charles and Ray Eames, the chairs had been put together to harbor utter comfort coupled with modern styling.

Iconic Design Features and Evolution The Eames Lounge Chairs were released in the middle of the 20th century after Charles and Ray Eames had decided to style one with the "warm, receptive look of a well-used first baseman's mitt." Molded plywood shells, Brazilian rosewood veneers, and luxury leather upholstery all came together to define timeless design. The classic features of the design remain very timeless and worldly even amidst the crafting during the modern technology era that adds in some new materials for durability and comfort. The technology was to include some material and addition that would add to its durability and comfort but with the old model. The distinctive silhouette, luxurious comfort, and timeless appeal make an Eames Lounge Chair one of the most desirable furniture pieces to a discriminating homeowner.

Choosing the Right Eames Lounge Chair Any Eames Lounge Chair enthusiast knows that these iconic pieces come with a hefty price tag. If you're wondering why, check out Why Eames Lounge Chairs have a hefty price tag for a deeper insight. Identifying Authentic vs. Replica Chairs. The secret to selecting an Eames Lounge Chair is knowing an original from a copy: eye the clues in material quality, artistry, and branding to ensure what you buy is authentic.

Considerations for Space and Comfort Think of an Eames Lounge Chair as a real showpiece, so you'll need to think of the space where you'll put one in. Make sure it is proportionate and does not take the attention away from everything in the room. It should also be comfortable. You can check out the chair in terms of support, cushioning, and general ergonomics, making sure you get a comfortable sitting experience.

Where to Buy Eames Lounge Chairs in the UK Your quest for the perfect Eames Lounge Chair in the UK begins here. For a comprehensive guide on purchasing this iconic piece of furniture, check out the Lounge Chair Buying Guide.

Authorized Dealers and Retailers One of the safest ways to purchase an Eames Lounge Chair is through authorized dealers and retailers. These reputable establishments ensure authenticity and often provide warranty and after-sales support for your peace of mind.

Online Marketplaces and Auction Sites Another good place to source Eames Lounge Chairs would be via auction houses and, of course, online marketplaces. Just be so careful there's no way you'd like to waste time and money on a kitchen with nulled design iterations. Be cautious with photos; read through the reviews about the sellers and verify manufacturers' authenticity if you are in doubt.

FAQ Q: What should I consider before purchasing an Eames Lounge Chair in the UK? A: In buying an Eames Lounge Chair in the UK, you would need to verify the accuracy of the chair, material used, comfort, and reputation of the seller. Be sure to get your actual Eames Lounge chair for quality and durability.

Q: Where can I purchase authentic Eames Lounge Chairs in the UK? A: You can buy a genuine Eames Lounge Chair from an international network of licensed dealers, a reputable upscale furniture retail shop, or the UK's official Herman Miller dealer. Beware of unfamiliar and dubious sources because they might be distributing counterfeits.

Q: What is the average price range for Eames Lounge Chairs in the UK? A: The price range for Eames Lounge Chairs in the UK can vary depending on the materials, condition, and authenticity of the chair. On average, a new Eames Lounge Chair can range from £5,000 to £8,000, while vintage or used chairs may range from £2,000 to £5,000.

Summing up After all, summed up are points: purchasing an Eames Lounge Chair in the UK focuses on authenticity, materials, comfort, and warranty. Now, if you strictly follow this ultimate guide to the dot, you can be assured of a quality purchase that will make your space look more stylish and sophisticated.

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it was easy: when you spent your early years being invisible. little footsteps paced wooden floors, and you peered into rooms you weren't invited into. ( everyone had more fun when a pesky child wasn't seen, or heard... ) it was easy to be unseen when he wanted to; he'd perfected it long ago, using the skill to get in-and-out undetected, sometimes with extras in hand: carrying something out with him that he hadn't brought in. (or: 'STEALING', as police would bluntly codify it in their records...) but today, his aim was nothing more than to watch, and observe. an act that also had a legal name ( 'stalking' ) , but oh he would beg to defer on the semantics of it all: to 'stalk' was to liken the object to prey. this, he would contend, was nothing like that. no, he followed to protect, from the real predators in these streets... and a PREDATOR he had found, with greasy slick-backed hair, looking her up and down and talking in a hushed tone. he couldn't hear the conversation from here, but he just knows this man was flirting. he was practically drooling at the mouth, a unruly ugly dog eyeing a piece of steak that wasn't his, conspiring how to steal it from the plate of it's diner... that's what he looked like. Taiyang creeped closer, taking the calculated risk of being spied by the man, for the illumination of the streetlights and lit-up streetsigns were his enemy in this game of hide-and-seek... but he NEEDED to hear them, going CRAZY wondering what their back-and-forth was about. . . . and what he hears is unsettling. the man seemed a supplier of fire, or firearms, or both: guns, or bombs, Taiyang can't quite catch enough of their words to tell what he offers her ... but they discuss a plan bold and ambitious, to disrupt the flow of information between the police in the city ... a bunch of communication towers falling down. ... Tai was jealous not to be there, for such an exciting event. why hadn't they thought of this before? well, because it would effect more than just the local police in the area: ambulances, and ordinary citizens would be effected, too. it was the kind of thing that Black Fang would avoid... but Quinn wasn't in the gang anymore, and he only had himself to blame for that, didn't he... ? but in the execution of this plan, Ara had to take on the majority of the risk. he— this dealer— proposed to hang back and work from the background, leaving Ara the one most likely to get caught. and most likely to get shot, too. and why would she agree to something like that? in the old days— when they were partners— Tai would have told the man to shove his plan up his coward's ass; he and Quinn would come up with something less STUPID. and together, they'd have a getaway that would — worse come to worst— pin it on the OTHER guy... stealth had stayed Taiyang's hand until now, but resentment rose it. a knife comes flying from out of the darkness— violently pinning the fabric of the unknown man's pants to his shin. the dealer yelped out in pain, and he looked around to find the source. as he scrambled and screamed out threats to the unknown assailant, a five-pointed blade hits him square in the chest. he stumbled back— tripped over his own injured feet, and hit his head so hard on the concrete roof that it knocked him unconscious. ( ... probably. he was probably just unconscious, Tai thinks, although it was really no loss to the world if he was dead, instead. )

steeped in the shadows of corners and kept at a far-enough distance to remain a ghost on the horizon... he was good at this game. but if there was anyone in the world who knew him, it was Ara. if there was anyone who could see through the pitch black darkness and find his eyes staring back at her, it was Quinn. there was no point hiding from her any longer: he thinks she will know, exactly and precisely, who was responsible for the hit. so he hops down from his hiding place— on a higher roof— like a cat from it's perching tree. ANNOYED. frustrated. heartsick and feverish from being closer to her than he had in months... those words an close approximation, but there weren't words to describe how he felt. what he says is an ineloquent expression of his concern for her, given what he's seen on this rooftop: " Ara ... what the hell are you thinking ? " he nudges a black boot into the side of the fallen man, to see if he reacts ... dead? alive? who knows. " you trust him with this plan? do you even know him ? " a gurgle-y sound is made as the man's head lolls to the side, still unconscious. a small pool of blood forming from the chest wound. " your date is leaking.... " he joylessly declares, looking down at the man in pure disdain. " he looks like he'd sell you out for a pack of Bohem and a candy bar . . . he sounds like the type of guy that would snitch on you from prison in exchange for one conjugal visit ... are you TRYING to get life behind bars ? " — concerned worry for her and sorrowful jealousy came out in a flurry of words.

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A Guide to Smart Purchase of Refurbished Ophthalmic Equipment

Refurbished ophthalmic equipment presents an enticing opportunity for healthcare facilities, eye clinics, and practitioners to acquire high-quality devices at a fraction of the cost of new ones. However, making informed decisions in this arena requires careful consideration of various factors. This article aims to guide prospective buyers through the process of purchasing refurbished ophthalmic equipment, highlighting the best practices and identifying the ideal candidates for such acquisitions.

Understanding Refurbished Ophthalmic Equipment:

Refurbished Ophthalmic Equipment refers to devices that have been previously used but have undergone thorough inspection, repair, and testing to ensure they meet manufacturer specifications and function like new. These devices can include slit lamps, fundus cameras, phoropters, and more.

Best Practices for Purchasing Refurbished Equipment:

Research Reliable Suppliers: Identify reputable suppliers or dealers with a proven track record in refurbishing ophthalmic equipment. Look for certifications and customer reviews to gauge reliability and quality assurance.

Inspect and Test: Prioritize suppliers who offer transparency regarding the refurbishment process and provide detailed inspection reports. Request demonstrations or trials to assess the equipment's performance firsthand.

Warranty and Support: Choose suppliers that offer warranties and after-sales support. A comprehensive warranty offers protection against probable malfunctions or faults as well as peace of mind.

Evaluate Total Cost of Ownership: Consider not only the upfront cost of the equipment but also factors such as ongoing maintenance, calibration, and future upgrades. Calculating the total cost of ownership helps in determining the long-term value of the investment.

Compliance and Certification: Ensure that refurbished equipment adheres to industry standards and regulations, such as FDA approvals and ISO certifications. Compliance with these standards indicates the equipment's safety and reliability.

Who Should Consider Purchasing Refurbished Ophthalmic Equipment?

Refurbished Ophthalmic Equipment can be helpful for many, some examples are below:

Small Clinics and Practices: For small clinics or practices with budget constraints, refurbished equipment offers a cost-effective solution without compromising on quality. It allows them to access advanced technology that may have been otherwise financially prohibitive.

Medical Schools and Training Facilities: Educational institutions can benefit from refurbished equipment to provide hands-on training to students without overspending on new devices. It facilitates practical learning experiences while minimizing financial strain.

Emerging Markets and Developing Countries: In regions where healthcare infrastructure is still developing, refurbished ophthalmic equipment can bridge the gap by providing essential diagnostic and treatment tools at affordable prices. It enables healthcare providers to deliver quality eye care services to underserved populations.

Refurbished Ophthalmic Equipment presents a viable option for healthcare facilities and practitioners seeking to upgrade their diagnostic and treatment capabilities while managing costs effectively. By following best practices such as researching reliable suppliers, inspecting equipment thoroughly, and considering total cost of ownership, buyers can make informed decisions and acquire high-quality devices with confidence. Whether for small clinics, educational institutions, or healthcare initiatives in developing regions, refurbished equipment offers a pathway to enhanced eye care accessibility and affordability.

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Where Can You Find Quality Laminated Safety Glass? In Lucknow

Safety glass is an essential component in modern construction, offering protection and peace of mind in various applications. Among the different types of safety glass, laminated safety glass stands out for its durability, security, and versatility. If you're in Lucknow and in need of high-quality laminated safety glass, you're in luck! Here's in Olumpus Glasses where you can find top-notch options in the city:

Glass Dealers and Suppliers Olumpus: Lucknow boasts several glass dealers and suppliers specializing in a wide range of glass products, including laminated safety glass. These dealers often carry products from reputable manufacturers and can provide expert advice on selecting the right type of glass for your specific needs.

Specialty Glass Stores: Look for specialty glass stores in Lucknow that focus specifically on providing safety glass solutions. These stores may offer a diverse selection of laminated safety glass options tailored to various applications, such as windows, doors, facades, and automotive use.

Building Material Markets: Lucknow is home to bustling building material markets where you can find a plethora of construction-related products, including safety glass. Explore these markets to discover a variety of laminated safety glass options from different brands and manufacturers.

Online Retailers: In today's digital age, online retailers have become a convenient and accessible option for purchasing laminated safety glass. Several e-commerce platforms offer a wide selection of glass products, allowing you to browse and compare options from the comfort of your home before making a purchase.

Glass Manufacturers: Consider reaching out directly to glass manufacturers operating in or near Lucknow. Many manufacturers produce laminated safety glass to meet industry standards and specifications. Contacting manufacturers directly can provide you with insights into their product offerings, pricing, and distribution channels.

Custom Glass Fabricators: If you have specific requirements or custom design needs, collaborating with a glass fabricator in Lucknow might be the ideal solution. These professionals can create bespoke laminated safety glass panels tailored to your exact specifications, ensuring a perfect fit for your project.

Architectural Firms and Contractors: Architectural firms and construction contractors often have partnerships with glass suppliers and manufacturers. Consider consulting with these professionals to access high-quality laminated safety glass products and benefit from their industry expertise.

Referrals and Recommendations: Don't underestimate the power of word-of-mouth referrals and recommendations. Reach out to colleagues, friends, or acquaintances who have recently purchased laminated safety glass in Lucknow and inquire about their experiences and recommendations.

Trade Shows and Exhibitions: Keep an eye out for trade shows, exhibitions, and industry events related to construction, architecture, and building materials in Lucknow. These events often feature exhibitors showcasing the latest innovations in safety glass technology and products.

Local Glass Associations: Consider contacting local glass associations or industry organizations in Lucknow for guidance and recommendations on where to find quality laminated safety glass. These associations may provide valuable resources and networking opportunities within the glass industry.

In conclusion, Olumpus Glasses Lucknow offers a variety of options for finding quality laminated safety glass to meet your needs. Whether you prefer traditional brick-and-mortar stores, online retailers, or specialized manufacturers, conducting thorough research and exploring multiple avenues will ensure that you find the perfect laminated safety glass solution for your project.

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Who is SAIL TMT Dealer in Delhi?

U.K & Sons: Your Premier Sail TMT Dealer in Delhi ★★★★★

Introduction:

In the bustling city of Delhi, where construction projects soar to new heights and infrastructure development is a constant endeavor, the demand for high-quality construction materials is ever-present. Among the critical components that play a pivotal role in building robust structures is TMT (Thermo-Mechanically Treated) steel. Catering to the construction industry's needs, U.K & Sons has emerged as the go-to Sail TMT dealer in Delhi, offering a comprehensive range of products with unparalleled quality and service. SAIL TMT Price in Delhi

Background of U.K & Sons:Dealer of SAILl TMT Bars

Established with a commitment to delivering excellence, U.K & Sons has earned a reputation as a reliable and customer-centric supplier of construction materials. Specializing in Sail TMT, the company has become a preferred choice for builders, contractors, and construction professionals in Delhi. With a focus on quality, affordability, and timely delivery, U.K & Sons has successfully carved a niche for itself in the competitive market.

Product Range:

U.K & Sons proudly presents an extensive range of Sail TMT products, catering to diverse construction needs. From standard TMT bars to custom lengths and thicknesses, the company ensures that clients have access to a variety of options suitable for different projects. The Sail TMT products at U.K & Sons are known for their superior strength, durability, and adherence to industry standards. 500D SAIL TMT Bars in Delhi We offer 500D Grade SAIL TMT Bars for Heavy Construction projects like Highways, Group Housing, Bridge, Flyovers, F.O.B, Factories, Industrial Buildings. 550D SAIL TMT Bars in Delhi Steel Authority of India Limited, offers 550D Grade TMT for the construction of your Dream Home. As we know that Delhi falls in Earthquake Prone seisimic Zone IV, therefore the durability, strength, flexibility is the key to protect you and your family. 550D is the best solution for your Home Protection. HRC or CRS SAIL TMT Bars in Delhi SAIL offer CRS or HRC TMT for extreme condition of moisture hit area, river side construction for long life of structure. CRS or HRC is a special TMT which enchance the life of tmt by protecting it from rust. call us for better option for your strcuture as per your area and need.

Quality Assurance:

One of the key factors that sets U.K & Sons apart from other TMT dealers in Delhi is its unwavering commitment to quality assurance. The company sources its Sail TMT products directly from authorized manufacturers, ensuring that each product meets stringent quality standards. U.K & Sons understands the critical role that TMT plays in the structural integrity of buildings, and therefore, places utmost importance on delivering only the highest quality materials to its customers.

Competitive Pricing:

In the construction industry, cost efficiency is a paramount consideration. U.K & Sons recognizes the importance of providing competitive pricing without compromising on quality. The company regularly reviews its pricing strategy to ensure that customers benefit from cost-effective solutions. By maintaining strong relationships with Sail TMT manufacturers, thus, U.K & Sons secures favorable pricing, allowing them to pass on the savings to their valued clients.

Discounts and Promotions:

To further enhance the value proposition for its customers, U.K & Sons introduces periodic discounts and promotions on Sail TMT products. These promotions can range from bulk purchase discounts to special offers on specific product lines. By keeping an eye on these promotions, customers can capitalize on cost savings, making U.K & Sons an even more attractive choice for their construction material needs.

Quantitative Advantage:

Quantity is often a critical consideration in construction projects, and U.K & Sons understands the importance of providing materials in the required quantities. Whether it's a small-scale residential project or a large-scale commercial development, U.K & Sons has the capability to fulfill orders of varying sizes. The company's efficient inventory management ensures that customers receive their required quantity of Sail TMT promptly, preventing any delays in project timelines.

Flexible Delivery Options:

Recognizing that timely delivery is a crucial aspect of construction projects, U.K & Sons offers flexible delivery options to its customers. The company has a well-organized logistics system that ensures timely dispatch and delivery of Sail TMT products to construction sites across Delhi. therefore, U.K & Sons strives to accommodate the scheduling needs of its customers, facilitating a seamless and hassle-free procurement process.

Quality Aspect:

Quality is the cornerstone of U.K & Sons' business philosophy. Sail TMT products supplied by the company undergo rigorous quality checks to ensure they meet or exceed industry standards. Furthermore, the company maintains a transparent and open communication channel with customers, providing detailed information about the quality specifications of each product. Consequently, builders and contractors can confidently rely on U.K & Sons for sourcing high-quality Sail TMT that contributes to the structural robustness of their projects.

Discounts and Pricing Transparency:

U.K & Sons believes in fostering long-term relationships with its customers, and transparent pricing is a crucial element in achieving this goal. The company provides a clear breakdown of pricing for each Sail TMT product, eliminating any ambiguity. Additionally, periodic discounts and promotions further enhance the cost-effectiveness of U.K & Sons' offerings. Consequently, customers benefit from not only competitive pricing but also from the potential savings afforded by these discounts. Moreover, U.K & Sons takes pride in its commitment to fair and transparent pricing. The company believes that honesty in pricing is essential for building trust with customers. By providing detailed information about pricing structures and offering discounts when possible, U.K & Sons aims to create a positive and transparent purchasing experience for its clients.

Customer-Centric Approach:

The success of U.K & Sons as a Sail TMT dealer in Delhi can be attributed to its customer-centric approach. The company places a high premium on understanding the unique needs and requirements of its customers. Consequently, U.K & Sons is able to tailor its offerings to meet the specific demands of various construction projects. This customer-focused strategy not only enhances customer satisfaction but also establishes U.K & Sons as a reliable partner in the construction supply chain. Additionally, the company actively seeks customer feedback to continuously improve its services. By staying attentive to customer preferences and addressing any concerns promptly, U.K & Sons ensures that its clients feel valued and heard. Consequently, the company has built a loyal customer base that repeatedly turns to U.K & Sons for their Sail TMT requirements.

Delivery Efficiency:Dealer of SAIL TMT in Delhi

Timely delivery is paramount in the construction industry, where project schedules are often tight. Recognizing the significance of punctual delivery, U.K & Sons has invested in a robust logistics infrastructure. This infrastructure enables the company to efficiently manage inventory and streamline the delivery process. Consequently, builders and contractors partnering with U.K & Sons can have confidence in the timely arrival of Sail TMT materials at their construction sites. Furthermore, the company offers flexible delivery options to accommodate the diverse needs of its customers. Whether it's a large-scale project requiring bulk deliveries or a smaller project with specific scheduling requirements, U.K & Sons tailors its delivery services accordingly. This flexibility adds an extra layer of convenience for customers, enhancing the overall experience of procuring Sail TMT from U.K & Sons.

Conclusion: Best SAIL TMT Dealer in Delhi

In conclusion, U.K & Sons stands as a beacon of reliability in the realm of Sail TMT dealers in Delhi. The company's unwavering commitment to quality, competitive pricing, and customer satisfaction sets it apart in a competitive market. Whether customers are seeking high-quality Sail TMT products, competitive pricing structures, transparent dealings, or efficient delivery services, U.K & Sons consistently delivers on these fronts. Therefore, for builders, contractors, and construction professionals looking for a trusted partner in their construction material supply chain, U.K & Sons emerges as the natural choice. Finally, The company's dedication to excellence, coupled with its customer-centric approach, positions it as a leading Sail TMT dealer that contributes significantly to the success of construction projects in Delhi. Call U.K & Sons at 9873186252, 9555086252, the SAIL TMT Dealer in Delhi for best rates and offers. Read the full article

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Bart Kitner Kitco

Kitco's president and founder, Bart Kitner, has been purchasing and selling genuine precious metals for over 30 years, earning a reputation as one of the most reputable names in the bullion industry. In the late 1970s, a motivated young guy with an eye for chances made his initial forays into the corporate world.

Bart Kitner was a college student with a modest $700 loan at the time, but his vision was anything from little. His story is the driving force behind Kitco, one of the most trusted names in the precious metals market today. For detailed information, check out: Kitco Reviews

Bart Kitner: Early Days

Kitner’s journey began with a simple but overlooked business niche. He began by buying scrap gold from various jewellers across Eastern Canada. After refining the gold, he sold the pure gold grain to larger industry players. This business model, though modest, was the foundation upon which Kitner built his empire. Upon graduating from McGill University, Kitner decided to venture full-time into his business. He soon expanded his operations into other industrial areas. By the late 1990s, Kitner had successfully ventured into the precious metals products market.

Bart Kitner: Launch of Kitco.com

1995 marked a significant turn in Kitner's business journey. He launched Kitco.com, taking his business online during the early years of the Internet.

This move democratized market information such as prices, trends, and news, which were previously guarded by a few big players. Kitco.com soon became the go-to source for precious metals market information. Today, Kitco has grown from a small apartment-based business into a global enterprise. The company now boasts offices in Montreal, New York, and Hong Kong. The entrepreneurial spirit that marked Kitner's early years continues to drive the company forward.

Kitco News: A Trusted Source for Market Insights

Kitco News, the journalistic division of Kitco, provides in-depth articles and videos on market trends and news. It was one of the first organizations to cover the Gold Anti-Trust Action Committee's (GATA) lawsuit against the Federal Reserve. It also focuses on issues such as conflict minerals in the Congo. Bart Kitner: Business Model One of Kitco’s main business lines is the purchase of scrap precious metals. The company pays its supplier's sales taxes on these purchases and receives tax credits for the corresponding amounts. However, the company has faced challenges with some suppliers failing to repay the taxes owed, leading to legal disputes. Kitco’s Creditor Protection Journey In 2011, following a raid by Revenue Quebec, Kitco was granted CCAA creditor protection by the courts, similar to U.S. Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection. The company has since paid most of its creditors in full, with others receiving partial payments. The company continues to contest allegations by ARQ.

Kitco Pool: An Innovative Approach to Precious Metals Investment

Kitco offers unallocated precious metals accounts, known as "Kitco Pool." These accounts, backed by the "general stock" of the dealer, function like IOUs. In the event of bankruptcy, a pool holder would become an unsecured creditor of the company. However, Kitco has addressed these concerns by stating that the Kitco Pool is 100% backed by physical precious metals, segregated from Kitco's own assets and entirely belonging to Kitco Pool customers.

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Total household debt rose to an all-time high of $13.67 trillion at year-end 2019. "Any type of secured lending backed by an asset that is overvalued should be a concern… that is what happened with housing." Get in touch with an expert using the button down below: The Future of Kitco: Continuing the Legacy Kitco's journey from a small college startup to a global precious metals enterprise is a testament to Bart Kitner's entrepreneurial spirit and vision. Despite challenges and market changes, Kitco continues to stand as a reliable name in the industry. With its commitment to transparency, innovation, and customer service, Kitco continues to shape the future of the precious metals market.

Conclusion

In conclusion, Bart Kitner's Kitco is a shining example of how a simple idea, backed by hard work and a keen eye for opportunities, can revolutionize an industry. Today, Kitco stands tall as a trusted source of precious metals market information and a reliable platform for precious metals trading. Despite the challenges it has faced, Kitco's commitment to its customers and its innovative approach has ensured its continued success in the ever-evolving financial market. Opening a precious metals IRA is a major decision. That's why I suggest checking out our top gold IRA providers list. There, you can find the best precious metals dealer in your state and choose accordingly. Also, the list will help you understand what the industry's best has to offer. Furthermore, it helps with what you might miss out on. Find the best Gold IRA company in your state Read the full article

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Are you looking for best SS Handrails with Tempered Glass & Doors?

UPVC (Unplasticized Polyvinyl Chloride) home windows and doorways are a famous preference for house owners and groups due to their durability, power efficiency, and low protection requirements. Thanjavur, positioned in the Indian nation of Tamil Nadu, has a developing market for UPVC home windows and doors. Double Glazing Company in Thanjavur, Several suppliers in Thanjavur provide a broad vary of UPVC merchandise to cater to the growing demand for contemporary and energy-efficient constructing solutions.

XYZ UPVC Windows and Doors: XYZ is a well-established dealer of UPVC home windows and doorways in Thanjavur. They provide a numerous vary of customizable designs to swimsuit more than a few architectural styles. Their merchandise is acknowledged for their brilliant substances and precision engineering. ACP Elevation & Facade Work in Thanjavur, ABC UPVC Solutions: ABC is an authentic agency in Thanjavur that specializes in presenting UPVC home windows and doorways for each residential and business project. They provide a variety of styles, such as casement windows, sliding windows, and French doors, amongst others.

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When deciding on a provider for UPVC home windows and doorways in Thanjavur, it is imperative to reflect on consideration on elements such as product quality, customization options, assurance offerings, installation services, and client reviews. SS Handrails with Bathroom Cubicle, Additionally, verifying the certifications and requirements adhered to via the provider can make certain that the merchandise meet enterprise benchmarks for overall performance and durability.

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Unearthing Excellence: Mini Tractor Dealers and Their Crucial Role in Agriculture.

In the world of agriculture, where every square inch of land matters, mini tractors have emerged as the unsung heroes for small-scale farmers and hobbyists alike. These compact yet robust machines have transformed the way we cultivate our lands, making it easier and more efficient for individuals to grow crops and maintain their properties. Behind the scenes of this agricultural revolution are the unsung heroes themselves - mini tractor dealers. In this blog post, we will explore the vital role they play and why they are indispensable in today's farming landscape.

1. A Niche Expertise

Mini tractors are not your run-of-the-mill vehicles; they are specialized machines designed for various agricultural tasks. Mini tractor dealers are experts in this niche field. They possess a deep understanding of the different models available, their capabilities, and the specific needs of their customers. Whether it's a subcompact tractor for a small garden or a compact utility tractor for a small farm, these dealers know exactly what fits the bill.

2. Personalized Guidance

One of the standout features of mini tractor dealers is their commitment to providing personalized guidance. They take the time to understand the unique requirements of each customer, including the size of their land, the type of tasks they need the tractor for, and their budget constraints. Armed with this knowledge, they can recommend the perfect mini tractor model and any necessary attachments or accessories.

3. Product Knowledge

Mini tractor dealers are not just salespeople; they are walking encyclopedias of tractor knowledge. They can educate customers about engine types, horsepower, transmission options, and the benefits of various attachments such as loaders, mowers, and tillers. This wealth of information empowers customers to make informed decisions and get the most out of their mini tractors.

4. Warranty and Service

Investing in a mini tractor is a significant decision, and buyers want assurance that their purchase is protected. Mini tractor dealers typically offer warranties and after-sales service, providing peace of mind to their customers. They also maintain a stock of genuine replacement parts and have skilled technicians on hand for any maintenance or repair needs.

5. Local Roots, Global Reach

Mini tractor dealers often have deep roots in their local communities. They understand the unique challenges and opportunities that farmers in their region face. This local connection allows them to tailor their recommendations to suit the specific demands of the area. While their roots are local, their reach can be global. Many dealers have access to an extensive network of manufacturers and suppliers, ensuring that customers have access to the latest technology and innovations in mini tractor design.

6. Building Trust and Relationships

Successful mini tractor dealers understand the importance of building trust and long-term relationships with their customers. They know that their reputation is on the line with every sale. By providing excellent service, honest advice, and ongoing support, they ensure that customers keep coming back for all their agricultural needs.

7. Promoting Sustainability

In today's world, sustainability is a key concern for many farmers. Mini tractor dealers play a role in promoting sustainability by offering eco-friendly tractor options, such as electric or hybrid models. They can also advise customers on sustainable farming practices and equipment choices that reduce environmental impact.

8. Staying Ahead of Trends

The world of agriculture is constantly evolving, with new technologies and trends emerging regularly. Mini tractor dealers stay ahead of these trends by attending industry events, participating in training programs, and keeping a close eye on the market. This ensures that they can offer the latest and greatest mini tractor options to their customers.