#Hairdresser Botany

[collectivehairsalon]

First of all, the most important requirement in the selection process is to define a trustworthy professional. And for that, you must evaluate your qualification and specialty. Indications and references can also contribute to your decision.

[embbu]

Does Pierre have a backstory?

Pierre doesn't have a very detailed backstory right now, but that might change in the future! So, for now, I'm also gonna tell a little bit about him in general;

Pierre is a red-tailed black shark (which is... not a shark at all lmao).

He's an autistic trans-man with synesthesia, who loves metal music, philosophy, botany and algae.

He's quiet, but can often be heard humming to himself to stim.

Despite of liking loud music, he's sensitive to certain sounds and dislikes loud conversations.

He's tall (around 190cm/6'2") and has a bad posture.

He's working as a hairdresser, despite of his own hair looking like... that... :'D

When he was younger, Pierre used to feel very out of place and different around other merfolk due to his autism and synesthesia (and also for not yet realizing he's trans). Neither he nor anyone else understood why the world seemed so different to him and he was constantly bullied. Fortunately, Pierre has since found friends around him who understand, accept, love and respect him. His coworkers are especially important to him and they're almost like family.

This ask also inspired me to doodle him a bit! ♥ Hope you like these drawings in this post!

[pignipplez]

The instrument, college and major of most of the AU characters 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (SP Julliard AU)

Characters:

Craig- flute, Juilliard, major-astronomy

Tweek- violin/piano, Juilliard, major-botany/geology

Clyde- tenor saxophone, Juilliard, major-nursing

Tolkien- cello/bass, Juilliard, major-finance/business

Jimmy- harp/drums, Juilliard, major-Special education

Stan- singer/guitar, Juilliard, major-music

Kenny- bass, doesn’t go to school

Kyle- electric guitar, Marymount/Standford,major- lawyer (he takes online classes from Stanford but is working at Marymount and staying in their dorms to be guitarist for Crimson Dawn)

Butters (Marjorine)- electric guitar/viola, Juilliard/Marymount, major-design/music minor-art (he works at Marymount with Kyle and takes classes their for her minor) (the class she in works the teacher gives him classes cuz she usually finishes her work fast)

Scott- piccolo, Juilliard, major-nursing minor-physiology

Heidi- tuba, Juilliard, major-nutrition/food science

Jason- n/o, Carnegie, major-computer science (works at Juilliard to help with their tech half year)

Kevin- clarinet/piano, Juilliard, major-music minor-photography

Wendy- trumpet, Juilliard, major-veterinarian

Nichole- Oboe, Julliard, Artitecture

Bebe- n/o, n/o, hairdresser in NY

Red- n/o, Denver community college, personal care assistant

(When it says bass I mean the guitar not the kind of stringed instrument)

I’ll work on there minors later I just wrote butters and Scott’s cuz I didn’t wanna forget also Kevin’s

A lot of them are transferring after the school year finishes like Clyde, Scott, and Craig for example I’ll work on it more later aswell

(And a lot of there family members) +thomas

•Some other characters will be talked about but won’t really talk or have a role at all

(It’s not gonna be exactly the same like idk how far these other colleges are from Juilliard but let’s just say they are pretty close 😝💞) (also I got that Juliard might not have all these majors and stuffbut I can do what I want 😁💫‼️)

[mudaship39]

Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 9

Citizenship: 

Kingdom of Hawaii. Kingdom of Tonga. Citizen of mythical Mu and Hawaiki as an Oceanic demigod and alien hybrid. Earth. Europa. Titan. Sol System. Milky Way Galaxy. Intergalactic Federation of Ethanxiia. Planetary Confederacy of Iuyumania. Polaris System. Andromeda Galaxy.

Marital Status: Married.

Education: 

High school grad

Principal's Honor Roll

High school Salutatorian 

College dropout because of work conflict and taking care of their biological and adoptive kids. Later went back to school to complete their degrees.

College graduate.

College Valedictorian  

Science major who graduated from a four year university with an Associate’s Degree of Science in Xeno Zoology with a minor in Magi Paleontology. 

Bachelor’s degree in Magi Marine Biology and Xeno Anthropology

Graduated from the Earth Naval Academy. Master’s Degree of Science in Oceanography with a minor in Ocean Engineering. 

Science major who graduated from Sol System Ivy League University with a Doctorate in Science. Dual Major in Xeno Biology and Magi Archeology. 

High school sports: 

Swimming, Golf, Volleyball, Baseball, Tennis, Water Polo, Track, Wrestling, Basketball, Soccer.

College Sports: 

Cross country, Volleyball, Ice hockey, Skiing, Baseball, Snowboarding, Basketball, Lacrosse, Soccer.

Club: 

Fencing, Kendo, Archery, Kickboxing, Equestrian, Fishing, Judo, Shooting (pistol and rifle), Weightlifting, Rock climbing, Taekwondo, Karate, Sailing, Mixed martial arts

Occupation:  

College: 

A Administrative assistant. App Designer. App Tester. Babysitter. Bank teller. Barber. Bar Bartender. Beach Lifeguard. Blogger. Bookkeeper. Bookstore Owner. Bus driver. Cab Driver. Camp Counselor. Car Wash Attendant. Cashier. Coffee shop barista. College tutor. Commercial actor. Concierge. Content Creator. Customer service representative. Dance Instructor. Delivery Driver. Dental Assistant. Dishwasher. Dog Walker. Electrician. Fan artist. Fanwriter. Fast food line cook. Fast food cashier. Freelancer. Freelance Writer. Firefighter. Fitness Instructor. Former child actor. Former Teen Star. Gardener. Gas Station Attendant. Golf Caddie. Grocery Store Clerk. Hairdresser. Host. Hover Car mechanic. Independent Contractor Driver (Hover Car Uber). Influencer. IT Support. Janitor. Journalist. Librarian. Mall security guard. Manual Laborer. Mover. Movie Theater Projectionist. Movie Theater Usher. Nail Technician. Nanny. Newspaper Delivery. Office receptionist. Pet Sitter (Specializing in birds, cats, spiders, lizards, & dogs). Pest Control. Pharmacy Technician. Photographer. Podcaster. Pool Lifeguard. Post office worker. Referee. Reporter. Research Assistant. Resident Advisor. Retail Sales Associate. Restaurant server. Roadie. Secretary. Social media assistant. Social Media Community Manager. Social media influencer. Sport team brand ambassador. Swim Instructor. Tattoo Artist. Television actor. Umpire. Valet. Waiter/Waitress. Web Designer. Video game streamer. Video Blogging/Vlogger. Virtual Assistant.

Sciences: He/she/they are a life scientist who studies anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, conservation, ecology, genetics, linguistics, marine biology, paleontology, psychology, physiology, sociology, and zoology 

He/she/they are a physical scientists who studies astronomy, astrophysics, chemistry, cosmology, earth sciences, engineering, geology, geography, oceanography, meteorology, nanotechnology, planetary sciences, and physics

Mom and dad of the Asian Pasifika and native Afro Latine Native superhero are native of color scientists in stem

Mom is a physical scientist who studies astronomy, chemistry, cosmology, engineering, geology, oceanography meteorology, nanotechnology, and physics

Dad is a life scientist so anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, ecology, genetics, marine biology, paleontology, and zoology

Their child, the main character, is a life and physical scientists but on other alien planets of xeno sciences and other magical realms of magi sciences

He/she/they are a life scientist who studies on alien worlds

He/she/they are also a scientist who studies magical worlds 

He/she/they study life across the planets, star systems, & galaxies across the universe, multiverse, & omniverse.

Gym Rat. Street Fighter. Pit Fighter. Underground Fighter. Martial Artist. Mixed Martial Artist. Athlete. Sports Coach. Team manager. Celebrity. 

Supermodel. Fashion Designer. 

Singer. Rapper. Musician. DJ. Spoken word poet. Songwriter. Actor. 

Verified Video Game Streamer. Pro Gamer. Video game Voice Actor/actress. Game Designer. Podcaster. Influencer. Content Creator. 

Stage Actor. Animator. Director. Producer. Set Designer. Costume Designer. Screenwriter. 

Playwright. Author. Illustrator. Literary Agent. Editor. Publisher. 

Business person. Mogul. Grill Chef. Fry Chef. Pastry Chef. Fish Chef. Junior Chef. Station Chef. Deputy Chef. Head Chef. Executive Chef. Master Chef. Gourmet Chef. 5 Star Restaurant Owner. Mixologist. High End Bar Owner. Proprietor. 

Civilian (Colonist). Exterminator (Extradimensional Fauna). 

Agent (Intelligence). Intelligence Officer. Intergalactic Law Enforcement, Intergalactic Intelligence Officer, Intergalactic Secret Agent, 

Assassin. Professional Assassin. Militant Assassin. Contract Assassin.  Master Assassin. Hired Killer. Hitman. Contract Killer. Ninja. Shinobi/Kunoichi Ninja Assassin Recruit (C- rank). Genin (B+ rank). Chunin (A+ rank). Jonin (S+ rank). Spy. Informant. Double Agent. Triple Agent. 

Child soldier. Enlisted Soldier. Dauntless. Soldier. Academic Soldier. Conscript. Military Conscript. Recruit. Grunt. Infantry. Rifleman. Private. Corporal. Lance Corporal. Cook (Mess Hall). Field Cook. Mechanic. Medic. Field Medic. Combat Medic. Nurse. Surgeon. Doctor Scientist. Field Scientist. Sergeant. Drill Sergeant. Commissioned Officer. Second Lieutenant. First Lieutenant. Captain. Support. Machine Gunner. Sharpshooter. Marksman. Sniper. Scout. Recon. Demolitions. Grenadier. Disciplined Soldier. Combat Engineer. Intelligence. Military Asset. Spy. Double Agent. Assassin. Militant Assassin (Spy, Saboteur, Double Agent, & Contract Assassin). Assault. Heavy Weapons. Squad Leader. Officer. Military Officer. Intelligence Officer. Specialist. Commando. Airborne. Paratrooper. Pilot (Captain). Military Pilot (Spy). Exploration. Military. Military Officer. Intergalactic Paramilitary Operative, Intergalactic Supersoldier, Intergalactic Private Soldier. Black Ops. Special Ops. Covert Ops. Spec Ops Officer. Paramilitary. Major. Colonel. Field Marshal. General. Veteran. War Veteran. War Hero. Decorated. Disabled Veteran. War Hero. Honorably Discharged. Retired Soldier. Veteran Who Can’t Let Go. Haunted Veteran. Officer Who Came Out of Retirement. 

Science Officer. Geneticist. Xenologist. Xenobiologist Consultant. Ancient Texts Interpreter. Xeno-anthropologist, Mutation Expert. Planetologist. Xenoecologist. Xenolinguist. Cryogenics Laboratory Assistant. Laser Beam Operator. Hologram Designer. 

Communications Officer. Cultural Facilitator. Cultural Integrationist.  Cultural Interpreter. 

Doctor. Nurse. Medical Officer. Medical Officer. 

Administrative Officer. Diplomat. Political Officer. Ambassador. Customs Official. Station Admin (Space Traffic Controller). Dock Worker (). Station master. Traffic control. Gate control. Supply Officer. 

Asteroid Prospector. Deep space construction. Exo Suit Welder. Orbital Junkyard Worker. Hazardous Materials Handler. 

Broker. Free Trader. Merchant Marine. 

Scout. Helmsman. Navigation Systems Expert. Navigator. Space fighter Pilot. Space craft pilot. 

Technician. Engineer. Droid mechanic. Ship mechanic. Armorer, Cyberneticist. Robotics Officer. Simulations Specialist. Robot Design Repair. Artificial Intelligence Scientist. Biotechnology Specialist. Nanotech Engineer. Robot Supervisor. Terraforming Engineer.

Customs Security. Station Security. Private Security. Tactical Officer. Weapons System Expert. Security Officer. Weapons Specialist. Ordinance Officer. Ground Support Specialist. Starship weapons officer. 

Smuggler. Scrapper/Junker. Scavenger. Space pirate. Space pirate captain.  Space pirate fleet admiral. 

Federation Academy Teacher. Federation Military Academy Teacher. 

Hacker. 

Nanotech Printing Engineer. 

Simulation Designer.

Used Spaceship Salesman. Licensed SpaceShip Rental Agent. Starship Insurance Company Agent.

Space Traffic Controller

Ship Interior Designer/Decorator

Biotechnology Specialist. 

Nanotech Engineer. Nanotech Ethicist

Professional Psion. Combat Psion.

FTL Drive Engineer

High King/High Queen of the Principality of Federation of Kingdoms of Ethanxiia of an alien planet Ethanxiia

Paramount Chieftain and Warchief of the Confederacy of Nations of Iuyumania on the planet of Iuyamania

High King/High Queen of Mu or Hawaiki. Imagine Mount Olympus, Asgard, or Themyscira but for Indigenous Pasifika demigod metahumans and Indigenous Pasifika alien hybrid superhumans. A series of floating, terrestrial, & underwater kingdoms that was a federation or empire. It was created because of strong mystical, esoteric, arcane energies intrinsically tied to the sea, air, & land. It was built with the help of alien technology, divine help from polytheistic pagan pantheons, and arcane human magic. It was a magical focal point and is the strongest in power. It is an utopia dedicated to the free exchange of information and ideas of diverse and inclusive communities.

Through the influence of the government, military, scholars, & monarchs the empire or federation flourished and grew into an advanced realm unlike any other on the planet. Science, technology, & magic were the dominant means of power throughout the aquatic, terrestrial, & air supercontinent. They were already developing highly advanced technological wonders even in antiquity. Since its inception technology and magic were in sync and made the empire or federation both magically, scientifically, and technologically advanced. A terrestrial federation of kingdoms similar to its rival Hyperborea.

An underwater federation of kingdoms similar to its rival the technologically advanced Atlantean empire. A floating empire of kingdoms similar to its rival Asgard. Actually the size of a supercontinent. It is one of the earliest and most highly advanced cultural, technological, scientific, and magical societies on Earth.

It is an empire or federation that is further divided into kingdoms with each its own settlements, villages, towns, cities, counties, states. It is an oasis of civilization in prehistory, modern day, & the future. Although the arial, terrestrial, & aquatic federation or empire grew and prospered.

The civilizations of the outside world remained largely ignorant of Mu or Hawaiki for many decades, centuries, & millennia. In recent years however, it has found itself pushed to the forefront of public awareness. They are now considered the most technologically advanced federation of the planet.

The underwater throne room defended by sea elves riding dolphins, palace defended by merfolk and tritons riding sea unicorn, capital defended by weresharks riding (tiger, mako, & great white) sharks, & kingdoms are defended by Atlanteans riding whales (beluga, narwhals, & orcas). Their throne room is decorated with the skeletons of a megalodon, a mosasaurus, a plesiosaurus, a basilosaurus, & a livyatan. For Hawaiki the federation of kingdoms of Pasifika alien hybrids and demigods there were several kingdoms on land hidden by magic, several kingdoms floating in the air hidden by magic and technology, as well as several kingdoms underwater hidden by technology.

Their scientists develop a means so that their people could survive underwater, in the air, & on land. The experiment was a success and the serum transformed the citizens from normal human beings into a metahuman and superhuman species who could survive anywhere in the empire. The denizens of the empire or federation were changing to evolve new biological, emotional , intellectual, spiritual, and magical functions in order to better thrive. They altered differently from baseline homo sapiens due the high concentration of magic, technology, & science flowing throughout its vast territory. It's people gaining the ability to survive anywhere on land, sea, & air. Due to this habitual alternation all Hawaiki'an citizens of every nation of the empire or federation of demigods and alien hybrids are physically superior to baseline humans. As a result of being stronger, faster, tougher, smarter, and longer lived.

Chairman and CEO of Dynamic Sciences, Research, Development, Engineering, & Technology. It is a research organization, charity/philanthropy organization, and business corporation. It is the world's largest and most diversified multinational corporation. Complemented with a national and international chain of research laboratories. That is unconnected to the government or the military. It specializes in A.I., genetics, disease control, medicine, research and technology, nanotechnology, bionics, bio-engineering, pharmaceuticals, security, paramilitary weaponry, defense, aerospace, computer hardware and software, robotics, and metahuman and superhuman studies.

It was officially created in the 16th century. It is one of the oldest companies in the world. It began as a merchant business, an artisan guild, and trading company. As the company became more successful more branches were opened. Soon other companies were bought and absorbed. This was when expansion of the company turned into a global conglomerate with numerous headquarters, branches, & businesses in different countries. This turned it into a business conglomerate and corporation. It is a high-rise building as its own corporate headquarters.

It soon became a green company under new regulations and reforms and became environmentally conscious. It is known for its accessibility for disabled staff, employees, consumers, & visitors. It has been a forerunner in many fields of science, engineering, inventions, research, development, & technology. Its main headquarters are in California, Kansas, Ohio, South Carolina, & New York in America.

The tower was designed by its founder with the intention to serve as a beacon of modern human architecture. It was completed after a few years of excavation and construction. The tower itself cost several hundred million to build, update, & maintain. It was later redesigned by the current chairman and CEO to be a beacon of futuristic alien and human architecture.

It employs hundreds of thousands of people both human and alien of base human, superhuman, & metahuman origin with hundreds of buildings around the world. It employs hundreds of thousands of people of different diverse backgrounds. There are branch offices and headquarters all over the world. More than simply a superhero lair.

It is officially an advanced research, development, inventing, technology, science, engineering facility, a philanthropic/charity organization, and international business corporation. It is a multibillion research organization and business corporation. It is an advanced sciences, inventing, engineering, research, development, & technologies company with worldwide interests.

There are several lead scientists that work at the organization and corporation. They each have their own individual labs. The labs are equipped with the best and most advanced scientific equipment. Each of them are allowed to create whatever they think will help the company and technology advance. In the future it is a leading company in creating the most advanced technology in the world, star system, galaxy, & universe. He/she/they is their chief scientist. He/she/they are a life scientist who studies anthropology, anatomy, archeology, biology, botany, conservation, ecology, genetics, linguistics, marine biology, paleontology, psychology, physiology, sociology, and zoology. He/she/they are a physical scientist who studies astronomy, astrophysics, chemistry, cosmology, earth sciences, engineering, geology, geography, oceanography, meteorology, nanotechnology, planetary sciences, physics, & robotics.

[mossofthewoodsjewelry]

Here’s a slightly better view of the Nightshade hair pins, taken outside!

I was thinking it would be fun to do sets, like, “healer’s herbs” or “witch’s herbs”, or putting like... the flower of a plant in one larger pin and then the berries or leaves or some other part of the plant in two or three smaller ones.

I also thought some nice big, wispy moss would look stellar inside them.

[harrywilliam6433]

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[trckingtime]

since everything's a little weird right now & most seem to be bored I thought we could play a quarantine game 💘 answer the following! 1. how has your day been? 2. what is the last thing that made you smile? 3. what's keeping you entertained these days? 4. if you are in some kind of quarantine/self isolation: is there anything you'd like to achieve in this time? 5. post a selfie! (if you're comfortable with that) 6. last but not least: send this to some mutuals to keep the game going 🥰

Hihi !! Ay lets see !

1. Good so far, i woke up really late, sketched for a bit and caught up with Botany. I had ice cream and that makes everything better

2. I cut my own hair and since my mom cant go to the hairdresser rn because of this whole situation i suggested cutting her hair. She was scared at first but then she accepted and she was so happy with the result and seeing her happy made me smile a lot

3. Ive been doing uni stuff, working out and having some quality me time heheh

4. I would love to learn how to cook something because I really suck at cooking so yeah lets see if i can do something that's not a salad

5. The only decent selfie ive taken during quarantine is this video ooops anyway dis me being stupid as usual

[bird-was-here]

Langston Oscar Lamar, Jr. - Family Tree 

Edith Lamar; Paternal Grandmother, Retired, Former Hairdresser, 82

Oz’s grandmother lived too far away for her to ever visit and his parents did a poor job (only partly due to their busy schedules) to plan visits to Baltimore where she and the family on Oz’s father’s side resides. A victim of dementia, the last time Oz spoke coherently to her was at his father’s funeral. He is her only grandchid.

The Honorable Judge Langston Oscar Lamar, Sr.; Father (deceased), Former Presiding Judge of Ashmont County Superior Court, 60 (54 when killed)

Oz and his father did not get along. From a young age Oz learned to hate him. The feeling was most probably mutual. We’ll leave that there for now.

Marilyn Barbara Lamar (neé Porter), M.D., F.A.C.S.; Mother, Brain Surgeon, Cheif of Neuro/Surgery at Ashmont General Hospital, 55

Marilyn and Oz have a strained relationship though not nearly as awful as Oz’s relationship with his father. Oz doesn’t think Marilyn was cut out for being a mother but doesn’t place as much blame on her as his father for his... at times very unpleasant childhood. He admires her work ethic.

Nevaeh Rylee Porter (@nevaehporter) ; Maternal Cousin, Botany and Studio Art Double Major, 22

Albeit growing up in close enough proximity, due to Oz and Nevaeh’s mothers not getting along he never had the chance to know Nevaeh until very recently. He could consider himself angry at his mother for a lot of things, but keeping him from Nevaeh is something he has a hard time forgiving her for. He feels robbed of their childhood together, where wouldn’t have had to deal with adult problems. But they were together now. And Oz wants nothing more than to lift Nevaeh up. He adores her and will hurt anyone who hurts her.

Langston Oscar Lamar, Jr.; Medical Student (First Clinical Year), Aspiring Neurosurgeon, 23

Oz is slowling realizing that he probably would have benefitted from seeing a therapist as a teenager but has learned to be great at burying and/or ignoring and/or desensitizing himself towards most of his emotions and feelings. Anyway, he’s far too busy at excelling to focus on his own mental health and self image.

Zola Naomi Carter (@ofzola); Maternal Cousin, International Relations Major, Cultural Relations Minor, 21

Zola is one of the lights of Oz’s life, who, once again, he feels guilty for only just getting to know her now. She is in many way’s his opposite and better half. Like the younger sister he was never allowed to have. He’s still learning to open up to her, but maybe one day he will. And maybe one day she can feel like she can open up to him. He... wants that connection (which is saying something) though he doesn’t understand why or the logistics of how yet. As with Nevaeh, Oz would never forgive himself if any harm comes her way. It’s equality.

Delilah Marie Jordan (@atdelilah); Step-sister, Pre-Law Major, Creative Writing Minor, 21

Delilah is the angry teen sister Oz never really asked for but got anyway and he loves her. They had a lukewarm start. And Delilah probably still couldn’t care less about Oz from time to time but he enjoys her company. He finds her explosiveness endearing. She is the only person who he allows to break his “got a problem with Daisey, got a problem with me” rule. She gave him a black eye once when he had to get in between a fight between her and then girlfriend Daisey. He has since forgiven Delilah for it.

Noah Jordan; Step-father, Ministry, Businessman (Owner of one of the biggest Catholic megachurches in Connecticut), 55

He’s not Oz’s real dad and he never will be!!! But they tolerate eachother. He and Oz’s mother are in love and that’s... fine. Kind of weird but fine. They don’t really know what to do with each other and most of their conversations are uncomfrotable. As far as an older male presence goes, Oz doesn’t mind him. Sometimes they’ll talk about baseball.

Abigail Jordan; Step-sister, Business development manager, Youth Minister, 24

Oz really doesn’t interact with Abigail that much other than at Sunday dinners when his mother insists all of the children come to have a meal together. They just can’t relate on many things. If anything, Oz finds her prayers over the food more than a touch too long, but has no issues with her. He’s happy she makes Delilah happy, making love for his younger step-sister their common denominator.

[zeciex]

Obsidian & Angelite Ch. 16 part I

Oya has spend centuries bound to one single plot of land when one day a stranger with a voice of velvet and presence that can only be described as dark and outmost interesting. He comes with an offer she can’t refuse and suddenly her entire world changes, both for better and worse.

But what does Langdon need of her? And how can she use him to get what she want? Maybe they’re bound by something bigger than fate.

Warning: Dark themes, 

A/N: Since tumblr kills everything with links, I’ll reblog this post with the links to previous chapters and archive link

Apocalypse Now Part I

The first week of the apocalypse she had spend in a concrete bunker with some of Michaels ‘associates’ that was really just a nice word for servants or followers. Michael himself had kissed her goodbye for the next three months and sent her away to that cold little grey prison. If he had been there she might have slapped him for not warning her.

And then she was taken away, wrapped in a strange plastic suit that should stand as a protection against the radioactive outside. They drow for what felt like hours and without the sun upon the ever grey sky it was hard to tell how much time really did pass. Everything was burned to a crisp. Ash and bones and remnants of what was before standing as a solome graveyard. In some areas, there was nothing, just dust, while in others the skillet of buildings tumbling down served as society headstones in a world that tried to forget what was before.

They came to an area where burned bushes and trees begged for the sun to shine through the massive layer of dust that encapsulated the world. By the time the sun was to show its face once more, the plants would be long dead and gone. It saddened her, to see nature well past its breaking point.

They drow through black gates and guided her off the car before leaving her in the middle of nowhere alone. And for a few moments, she was alone, completely, with the destruction weighing in on her.

From within a strange sculpture of sort appeared two black dressed figures with masks that resembled plague doctors. At first, they sized her up with unreadable faces hidden by the mask, the next they mentioned for her to follow. They took an elevator down into the ground.

After she had been disinfected and cleared she was allowed to take off the suffocating space suit she had come to find both all too hot and cold at the same time. She was lead out into the hallway and found the tiles were all the same, lighted up by candles that cast a warm glow along with deep shadows. It was strange to be underground, a place where the dead had been buried for millenniums, now a place protection.

“I am Wilhelmina Venable and welcome to Outpost 3.” Her voice travelled along the stones, cold and distant. Venable looked gothic, to say the least, controlled in every aspect of her, with dark lips and even darker eyes. So this was the woman Michael had chosen to run the outpost. Oya couldn’t exactly say she agreed with his decision but of course, like with everything else Michael had a plan and if that plan had her playing someone smaller than who she really was, then so be it.

As she followed the gothic woman through the bunker she began talking. Telling Oya of the sorting of Purples, the elite as she called them, and the Greys.  Then about the rules, the strict no sex policy that’d end with a bullet between your eyes were you not to follow it and the schedule. The apocalypse had given Venable the chance to remake this tiny little world inside the safety of these walls in her image.

Oya could already tell that it was going to be a long 3 months.

After changing her comfortable clothing into a tight corset and purple victorian dress, she joined the rest of the inhabitants in Outpost 3 in the library. The woman with dark short hair and round figure she had come to know as Mrs. Mead introduced her to everyone else with a cold disinterested voice Venable would have been proud of.

“This is our newest arrival, Oya Jeon.”

“Did you pay your way to get in here too?” A blond ask with a stringy and obnoxious voice. Before Oya could answer Mrs. Mead did it for her. “Not everyone paid their way into the new world.”

“Then what, huh?” All attention was now on Oya, immediately labelled as someone not like them.

“She has a PhD in botany. Someone has to be able to grow the new world,” Mrs. Mead bit back and left her to the wolves. Oya looked over them, one by one. They were a pathetic gathering in her opinion. Why Michael decided to give her a degree in botany of all the things she could have been given were beyond her. He could have made her a doctor or engineer, something more impressive than plants.

“I would have thought they’d have Mexicans with their skills in gardening and not some china-doll,” the oldest woman spoke before throwing back her drink. The causality of her racism seemed to make everyone in the room roll their eyes and even made the obvious gay man with short blond hair visibly uncomfortable.

“I’m Korean and if you want anything to eat whenever the radiation is gone you’ll need a person with knowledge of plants and a greenthumb,” Oya spoke not stumbling the slightest under the narrow glare the old bitch send her. The blond man laughed uncomfortably and approached Oya, reaching out to touch her hair. She couldn’t help but frown and lean back as he took a strand of her hair between her fingers, looking over it with interest.

“My god, you do have beautiful hair! I would love to set it some time,” he spoke, walking behind her to lift up the rest as if he was already starting to piece together what to do with it. A blond woman abruptly stood up, fist in balls at her sides, while her pink lips were cast downwards. She glared intensely at the two of them.

“You’re my hairdresser! Without me and my ticket you’d be dead by now!” She exclaimed childishly. “Her hair is not even that great.”

And so life in the bunker began, wrapped in torturous corsets, outdated dresses and lace while being fed the most boring meal of all time in the form of a tiny little cube. Michael was going to pay for this.

The old hag Evie proved to be the most annoying of all. She was a relic of a time long past even before the apocalypse, cast in old time glamour and venomous intent. Then there was her grandson, Mr. Gallant, whom Oya found one of the better of the survivors. Dinah Steven she found to be one of the quiet ones, yes she took part in the conversation but whatever she truly thought never came through. There was something about her, a shadow that lingered, one none of the others had. Oya couldn’t help but think that she was a woman that’d do anything to survive, to get ahead in life. Quite opposite to his mother, Andre Stevens and his boyfriend, were weak and dramatic, neither of them carried the shadow, the promise of teeth and claws.

And then there was Coco. Never before had Oya met anyone as shallow and superficial as her, which was the reason she sometimes bit her tongue to get along with the woman. No one could possibly be as fake in personality as her, which only made Oya feel a sense of… forgery. And in turn, there was Mallory, the quiet little mouse that followed Coco around and did everything she was told. The grey was so tiny, both physically and in personality, easily overshadowed by Coco’s sense of self. Because of that and her status as a grey, the group that was overlooked and lingered in the shadows, Oya used her as an opportunity to keep her ear to the floor so to speak. If anything were to happen in the outpost a grey would know about it. Mallory was a sweet girl who wanted nothing but acceptance and kindness in return. So Oya gave her that.

The person Michael had told would protect her, was still in the unknown and the treats were many. There were days where it felt like the whole place could collapse into insanity, the human psyche was not meant to be trapped like this day in and day out, with no stimulus and no new impressions. Once she saw Stu cry over the song that played over and over again.

And then there was Mrs. Venable. The cold shadow, the now familiar click of her cane sending shivers down one's back and striking fear into hearts. There was no other word to describe her than cold. And along with her were Mrs. Mead, the loyal guard dog.

If Oya hadn't promised Michael not to kill any of them, they’d all be dead. Even the newest arrivals, Timothy and Emily, bleak as they were. That day two greys had been executed for their indiscretions. The two newcomers were teenagers said to have the perfect DNA and as soon as Oya heard that she wanted to throw a book at Michaels' head. Perfect DNA? Ridiculous. They were normal hormonal teens bound to fall in love when trapped with the most horrid people left on earth.

Of course, marking their arrival the tension had grown within the outpost and during dinner it simmered over with Coco standing up and demanding answers, demanding better treatment for the 100 of millions that had gotten her in here. Like clockwork, Mrs. Venable rained down on it, hard. Stu was the price for disturbance, the price for the growing tension. Killed with the excuse of radiation and by doing so Venable maintained power.

Oya had a hunch it would happen but she never imagined being feed Stu on a silver platter, literally. Even if Mrs. Venable denied that it was an act of cannibalism, the suspicion of it was enough to fast that day and enough to keep the people on their knees, just as she wanted them.

When the three months had passed Oya began to feel a sense of dread and hopelessness set in. She tried to fill her day with books, finding solace in written words rather than unintelligible conversation. By that time she knew more about the others that she cared for.

When 6 months had passed anger began to set in, along with the annoying need for skinship, the ache that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times she masturbated. Her body, mind and soul had grown accustomed to Michaels and when faced with lasting separation, it seemed too long for his company. So instead of focusing on longing, she focused on anger.

Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he to abandon her here with these people?... Was he hurt? Was he dead?

And if he wasn’t fucking dead he was sure to be when she got her hands on him. She’d ring him like a fucking dinner bell, wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze until his eyes popped out. Or maybe stab him, over and over and over. Poison him. Kill him with a dull spoon. When there were all the time in the world you’d think a whole lot of things.

18 months. From what she counted it was 18 months after the end of the world. That was 15 months more than what was expected. After a year she had begun to falter, to think that something had happened and she could do nothing about it. With her powers locked away and Michael in the possession of what could release them she was unable to tap into the energy. Within the prison of her body were her magic, her body within the prison of the outpost and Mrs. Venable, and all of that within the prison of radiation. To be kept from her full potential and to look eternity in the face with these people was painful to say the least.

If he came he better carry a fucking crown for her.

The day had been the same as every other day, but this time there were entertainment at dinner. Mr. Gallant boiling over with anger and hopelessness, throwing a tantrum as soon as they were told of the decision to cut back another meal. Everyone was starving and desperate.

Hiding behind a glass of water, Oya allowed herself a tiny smile at the entertainment. If she were honest she’d pay to see Gallant shove a fork into Dinah for her endless positivity blabber. She’d pay even more if he were to do it to his grandmother. Gallant was in an uprise, ready to rebel against the dictators and create a revolution, all he really needed was the rest of them on his side. It could happen. It was a possibility.

But this revolution they had seen happen all too many times. And the fires were to be extinguished or else it might just actually change things.

“What is the point of all of this? Starving? Killing each other? Getting shot?!” Coco exclaimed over the others. Her nose flared, breath quickened in anger. “-All we’re doing is waiting around finding out how we die.”

“I say we take out chances outside,” Mallory commented with strange confidence, breaking the trusted mouse position she was always in. It happened every once in a while, that something broke through the insecure mask of hers. While Coco was extravagant and dramatic, it felt as though Mallory was created to be overshadowed by her. While Coco was hostile, Mallory was docile. But sometimes she wasn't.

“She’s right!” Gallant agreed loudly, his voice rising into a yell. Oya put down her cup of water and nibbled at the half a square jelly on her plate. The sight of it managed to make her sad. Maybe a revolution was really what was best for them. No one was coming after all and Mrs. Venable grasped the reigns of power all too tightly.

“We have to get out of here,” He continued.

“Nobody is going anywhere,” Mrs. Mead spoke in a cold and controlled tone. This seemed to be Gallants last straw, the passiveness becoming too much. He threw his plate to the floor in anger, shattering it into pieces that scattered across the tiles.

“What are you gonna do?! Shoot me?!” He yelled loudly and restlessly, squaring up for a fight. If anything, the mountain of a woman, the one called ‘Fist’ as if it were any better, began to prepare herself for a fight, waiting for the order to rain down on the smaller man. “Huh! What are you gonna do? Shoot us all? Huh? What’re you gonna do!”

In a flash the room was cast in red light, swallowing up all colours and shadows. It wasn’t long after the alarm began, the deafening noise travelling through the halls, cast over the stones in a never-ending loop. Oya’s eyes went to Mrs. Venable who hadn’t yet masked her surprise, nor the glimpse of panic.

What this it? Did this mean that the outside had finally broken in. Everyone was aware of the death that lurked outside and wishing to enter. Had death finally arrived?

A silent confused panic spread through the room, laced with worry and fear. Oya couldn't help for join in, feeling her heart pick up speed and adrenaline spiking through her veins. She was after all human, just like the rest of them. She had asked Michael what would happen if she die, where she’d go, maybe now she’ll find out. If I die now, Michael, I swear to everything I will make your existence worse than what hell offers. She thought.

“Perimeter alert, there’s been a breach,” Fist spoke over the alarm. Mrs. Mead quickly followed Fist while the other survivors were sent to our rooms for the time being. Oya followed Timothy and Emily up, her room further down the hall to theirs. Everyone knew and if they didn’t know they suspected that they were together. Love at the end of the world.

“What do you think it is? A carrier pigeon?” Emily asked with the sprinkle of hope in her voice.

“Or death has come knocking,” Oya spoke behind her, receiving a worried glance and a sour glare from her boyfriend.

“It’s properly nothing,” Timothy said with faux hope, trying to appease his counterpart. His arm wrapped around her waist as they went up the stairs and pulled her aside as soon as they reached her door. Oya looked away when they kissed, giving them the minimal opportunity of intimacy and privacy, both which seemed long gone.

“Oya could you help me get out of this dress?” The two entered the room, one that was familiar and standard. Instead of a zipper that was usually used on the dresses, there were buttons, small fabric buttons. Oya’s fingers were nimble and quick, they wrapped around them and forced them through the hoop with ease.

“Do you really think it’s death?”

Oya looked up after having pulled the dress down the smaller girls form, letting it pool on the floor for her to step out of. If she spoke the truth or told a lie it wouldn't make a difference. In the past she might have gone with the truth, that death was out there and breathing down their necks, but after spending a year with them she had grown fond of some of them, fond in a way that they stood between her and insanity, between her and utter boredom. She was fond of them the same way she was fond of her bed, she could live without it, it wouldn’t make a huge difference, but it was nice to have. Emily, Timothy, Mallory, Dinah and Gallant were all nice to have, and sometimes Coco.

For a while, she had wondered if the knowledge of their possible deaths and Michael’s return to her, affected the way she thought of them. If the possibility of getting out of here without them stood as a roadblock to develop affections towards them further than acquaintances. Or if it was just her preferring the company of a few with actual intelligence were just how she was.

She did always prefer plants over people.

“No,” She spoke, watching Emily pick up her dress and place it on the bed while she rolled her neck. The corset looked too old on her, like a child playing dress up of a time that should have been forgotten. Oya fucking hate the Victorian gothic theme Mrs. Venable had decided on and from what she knew Emily agreed. “I don’t think it’s death. Mrs. Mead and Fist are here to protect us, they have weapons. Beside, remember last time? It was The Cooperative with its messenger pigeon and before that, it was you and Timothy.”

“You don’t think it’s people, do you?”

She felt herself falter, brows furrowing at the question and the strange pang that tugged in her chest. “No, I don’t think it’s people either.”

Oya left but only reached the end of the hall before a scream tore through the air, repelling against the stone and carrying through the outpost. Before she knew of it, Oya was running back towards Emily’s room intent to know what had caused the disturbance and more so because curiosity was one of her biggest adversaries. Not much happened in the outpost so when anything did happen she wanted front row seats.

Timothy had reached Emily before her, holding her against his firm chest, with arms wrapped around her protectively while they stumbled back onto the bed, feet up. Twisting and turning on the floor were snakes, most of them dark but a few white.They slithered across the floor in a clove. Unafraid, she walked into the room and bend down to grasp the snake that slithered along her skirt. Her grip was firm and unrelenting, no matter how much it hissed and how hard it twisted around her wrist, she would not let go.

Fist burst into the room only to take a few steps back as she discovered the snakes, followed by Mrs. Mead and her bellowing voice. “What the hell is going on in-,” her question was answered by hisses. Her eyes landed on Oya with a snake in her grip, confusion eating at her features.

“I thought everything outside was dead,” Fist said eyes raking over the snakes only for them to land on Mrs. Mead.

“God knows how deep they went after the blast,” Mrs. Mead answered taking the axe from Fist. “Maybe they came through the sewage or ventilation system.”

“If anything were to survive the blast and radiation it would have been cockroaches, not snakes,” Oya mumbled, looking at the black snake hissing at her. Its scales reflected the candlelight.

“H-how did you do that?” Emily stuttered and let out a squeal when Fist picked up a thin grey snake that came all too close for her liking. Mrs. Mead looked up at Oya interested in her answer, as she should be. It’s not every day a botanist picks up a snake as if it were nothing.

“I had a pet snake once,” Oya shrugged, sticking closer to the truth to make the lie more believable. Just like Michael had done her botany. “And every once in awhile you come across snakes when working in nature. Be careful, they’re poisonous.”

The head of the axe cut through the snake, partening its head from its body. This were to be the fate of most of them, hacked to pieces, while a few lucky ones were thrown in a pillowcase and taken somewhere else. It wasn’t until there were no snake alive or in the pillowcase before the greys were sent in to clean up.

“Pet snake?” Mrs. Mead spoke with skepticism.

“Yes.” With that Mrs. Mead and Fist walked away. Oya was left starring after them. Indeed if there were anything to survive it was cockroaches not snakes. This was equally concerning as it was interesting. Snakes had always been a symbol of cycles and rebirth as well as balance and danger, but most of all they were her symbol. Whatever they were doing there it meant something, something she was soon to find out.

They gathered around the dinner table as usual but this time snake was on the menu and even though Oya cared for snakes she wasn’t going to turn down a proper meal for the first time in ages. There were a restlessness lurking over them, hanging in the air. Of course Venable remained tightliped about what happened earlier but ensured their safety.

“I have a rule against eating things with no legs or too many legs,” Coco complained loudly sitting light a pouting child. Andre was quick to rebuke but by that time Oya had already tuned out. It was dull, the conversation, the constant nagging and going in circles. Honestly now that there were snakes here she might just up and poison all of them. She might hear what they say but it was only on the surface, instead she was going over possible ways for the snakes to have gotten in or even survived.

“So who’s in your office?” Emily asked. The air was sucked out of the room, eggshells laid out on the floor waiting to be crushed under someone's heel, this time Emily's. It caught everyone's attention including Oya’s. So it was a person.

Mrs. Venable narrowed her eyes, stare cold as ice and threatening. “I beg your pardon?”

“The alarms went off before and someone came inside,” Emily continued. How she obtained that information eluded Oya but it seemed like she wasn’t the only one hiding in the shadows and obtaining information. Venable glared through the room with her mask of superiority, grasping at the reigns of control and order. A match could light the room ablaze, the fire of change hidden behind an unlit match, one each of them were holding. But with the match came the chance of a bullet hole.  

“Who else is here?” Timothy asked with a voice filled with persistence. The boy had balls, now we just had to wait and see if he got to keep them.

“All questions will be answered in due course,” Venable slickly averted, her cane tapping against the floor as it always did, sending a wave of chills down each of their spines. Tap! “Eat.”

Collectively they all removed the lit from the plates, the expected sight of snake soup turned into a literal living nightmare. The snakes that had once been bits and pieces were somehow now slithering over the dinner table followed by a corus of skittering chairs and squeals, not all coming from the women. The snake that coiled in her soup hissed and made attempt to skitter across the table but Oya caught it by the head as she had done earlier before rising from the table and stepping back. The snake wrapped around her wrist. Dead snakes don't just come back to life.

He was here, he had to be here.

Gathered in the library, everyone waited in quiet anticipation so thick you could cut it straight out of the air.  Oya was placed between the loud and annoyed Coco and the failed revolutionist Gallant. Even the greys that were usually shuffling around in the shadows now stood gathered along the walls of the room, waiting for what came next. Overlooking all of this were Venable herself, of course, eyes ice and stone set in the mask of superiority.  

Her fingers tickled with adrenalin, heart pumping profusely as the seconds drawed out feeling like ages. She knew, even before he ever stepped in the room, that he was there, the one she wanted to strangle for making her wait at the same time wanting to just bury her face in his chest and draw in the familiar scent of allspice. Most of all she looked forward to watching how the others would react to his presence.

The echoes of footsteps rang out, creeping along the floor of the hall and ending in the middle of the room. When his presence caught up with the sounds of his steps her heart stopped within her chest. Her mask of stone and mild indifference hiding her thoughts from the world around them.

All eyes followed him while his eyes remained on Mrs. Venable whose expression remained closed of and cold until he was standing right beside her. It was strange to see her falter, to see her mask crumble under his unwavering gaze.

Michael’s aura was predatory, dominant. It demanded respect and attention. His hair was longer, much longer, and more golden that she remembered. It was as if during the time from where he send her away he had fallen into who he was, he seemed more comfortable.

“My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative,” he spoke calmly with the same drawl she had missed. Hearing his voice made it all reality, she had imagined this for so fucking long and now when it happened it ignited the anger that burned within her for so long. Still she remained perfectly in place, not storming up to push in into the fire or break the glass vase on the table to cut him up with, no for he had given her a task, a role to play and she damn well were going to play it to the fullest.

“I won’t sugarcoat the situation,” he continued, passing his eyes slowly over each person. Andre looked positively starving and Michael would be the one snack in the room. It didn’t go unnoticed that every single person seemed drawn by him, some more than others. His beauty was after all one of the greatest weapons. “Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilised life on earth.”

The air seemed to still, become colder at his words despite the fire burning behind him. It cast an orange aura around him lighting him up in either hellfire or a halo depending on one's point of view.

“The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo, Texas, has been overrun and destroyed.” Oya glanced at Venable who looked troubled at the information and of course she would. It have her a bitter sadisfaction to see the glimpse of panic on her face. Shivers went through the room. “We’ve had no contact from the 6 international outposts but we are assuming that they too have been eliminated.”

“What happened to the people inside?” Timothy asked suspiciously.

Michael rolled his head towards him, drawing out the tension before answering. “Massacred.”

For a moment it was as if every single person within the room had been douched in ice water, frozen at Michael’s disturbing words and the realization that it could every well be them next. Oya couldn’t blame them, his words even made her feel the shiver.

“The same fate that would befall all most all of you.”

“Almost all?” Mallory asked with raspy voice and faltered under the gaze of the others. Once more she proved herself to me more than what she presented.

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur we build a failsafe, The Sanctuary,” Michael answered calmly.

“The Sanctuary?” Coco said not masking her skepticism.

“The Sanctuary is unique,” Michael elaborated. “It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun.”

“Excuse me, Sir, but why weren't we given them?” Mrs. Mead asked worry painting her features while Venable looked positively furious. As well as the mask of superiority fit Venable every once in a while her eyes gave her away.

“That’s classified,” Michael shut her question down with the wave of his hand that elegantly raised through the air. Movements were like a cat or a trained ballerina, it was elegant and polished. “All that matters is that The Sanctuary will survive so that the people populating it will survive so humanity will survive.” He made it seem so normal and that was possibly what disturbed the others so much, how he seemed almost indifferent to annihilation.

“Who are the people who are populating it?” Now it was Andre’s turn to ask a question, his eyes no longer eating Michael up now that the realisation of the severity of the situation had come.

“Also classified,” Michael answered with annoyance. “However, I’ve been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us.”

Hope bloomed like a flower and spread like wildfire. It rippled through the room transformed into small whispers. Like birds they chippered and Oya participated in the role she had created for herself.

“The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning teknike we like to call -cooroperating. I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong.” His eyes traveled through the room drinking in every expression. Every one of them but hers. Not once had he looked at her and it only made the fire within her chest burn more wild. It was irrational of her, she knew his plan, she knew her part, but after being deprived for so long irrationality became rational.

“What is this, the hunger games?” Coco began, her voice sounding like nails on a blackboard. Oya breathed out and leaned back, knowing exactly what was going to happen. Coco was shallow, superficial and downright childish. Somehow her ego was bigger than her dead father's bankbook. “This is bullshit!”

Michael lifted his eyebrows and glared at her with utter indifference while she continued her tantrum. “I paid my way in here and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing.”

“You don’t have to sit for questioning,” Michael simply answered with a nonchalant like none other. He couldn’t care less, she could drop dead right in front of him and he’d simply walk over her body on the way out.

“What happens if we don’t?” Andre braved to question.

“Then you stay here and die.” Nonchalance turned to annoyance once more. It was made obvious that if they wanted to survive they didn’t have a choice. He could walk out of here with all of them or none of them and from what he must think by now, the former were the prefered choice.

With minimal hesitation Gallant almost exclaimed, “I volunteer to go first.” And efficiently beat everyone to the punch. The bleached blond looked wide eyed at Michael.

“And so you shall.” The air in the room had become tense again, if it had ever chanced. The usual tension had been swallowed up by impending doom sprinkled with bits of hope. Oya dried her sweaty palms on the purple fabric and swallowed, annoyed with every single person in the room, most of them for falling into what Coco had once taught her ‘a thirst trap’, what she herself would have called desire for someone who stood as a gatekeeper between life and death. She was annoyed at their simplicity, human stupidity, but most of all for feeling it herself. “Process should only take me a couple of days, so…-you won't be kept in suspense forever.”

It happened then, their eyes met and she felt electricity shoot through her. It was but a moment, a leaf in the wind, but it made her feel all the more solid and less invisible. It was a simple acknowledgement that she was here and not a specter trapped in hell with these people. These people, she was part of them for now she realised and that was the reason why he had glanced her, just like he had done everyone else.

She got one look and no more.

Bastard.

“For those of you who don’t make the cut,” Michael spoke with ease, shaking his head slightly. “All is not lost.” Slowly he pulled a vile from within his sleeve. “If it were to happen that feral cannibals were to come knocking…” Now the vile filled with tiny little white capsules were on full display. She recognizes them as one of her own product, made to kill without pain, they were always good to have, pop it into someones wine or food and they’d drop dead. Did he ransack her medicine box?

A hint of a smirk formed on his face, smug in the face of death. “Down one of these. One minute later you fall asleep and never wake up.” Now that the severity of the situation had fully formed in their minds, the hint became but a memory when the smirk fully bloomed on his lips, eyes gleaming with power and mischief. He knew he had them right in his palm. “I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

With that Michael left the room, leaving them all to down in their own thoughts. Venable looked troubled, unhappy that someone had come into her territory and was now fighting to keep what power she had. She tapped her cane on the floor harshly, the anger apparent, simmering beneath calm exterior.

In silence the world began to spin again. The grey’s were sent away to whatever work they had while the purples remained. Oya rose from her seat feeling smothered by Gallant and Coco. She found her way to the other side of the room, wanting to look over the books once more as if it would magically make a new one appear.

“Pet snake?” Venable spoke with a hard tone. Oya blinked at her confused for a moment.

“Yes.” Venable didn’t spare her a glance and instead walked away, her posse of trusted guarddogs following.

“Well, smooth move asking to go first,” Coco was the first one to break the silence, turning her anger and discomfort towards Gallant who looked almost innocent. Oya picked out a book with black leather and golden trimms, skimming through the old pages. This one was written in latin.

“It’s an old actors attage, either go first or go last,” Evie commented, her voice somehow more cutting that Coco’s.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Coco bit at the much older lady and thereby stepping into the battlegrounds. Oya rolled her eyes, hidden by shadows and leather, and she knew she wasn’t the only one.

“Are you suggesting that he’s going to pass me up?” Evie broke out offended. Oya had been wrong earlier, the biggest ego within these wretched walls was Evie. Apparently there were nothing she hadn’t done, no one famous she didn’t know and everyone was subjected to listening to her endless stories of hollywood grandeur. She was a Diva with a major D and she let everyone know it. Which was what had made it hard for Oya not to concoct something to slip into her many drinks or even that ugly lipstick the hag maganged to abuse. Sometimes she had even planned how to make her death look like divine intervention or fucking suicide.

“You’re ancient!” Coco barked back, body hopping a little on the plush pillows. If Evie was ancient what was she? “He’s looking for people to repopulate the earth not fill a bingohall.”

“You know, for someone with a mental capacity of a 3 year old I suppose 52 might seem ancient.” At this Oya couldn’t help but snort, trying to keep her laugh hidden. From the look of it they all heard, most of them agreeing with her sentiment. 52? 52?!

“You were 52 when Elvis took his last shit,” Coco snickered. Apparently this became too much for Gallant as he breathed out, “That’s enough.”

“No no, dear, let her spout. I remember…” Evie began her tale and Oya immediately shot her out. Coco and Oya made eye contact and there were a brief moment of understanding, acknowledgement of the others pain where both of them rolled their eyes at the hag continuing her story.

She put the book back and left the room, wanting to remove herself from the hassle of other humans. The halls were quiet, lit dimly by the candles that cast an orange glow on everything while managing to make every shadow darker and more sinister. She rolled her neck, trying to work out the tension that had build up there, while trying to calm the fire that burned within her. If she had run into Michael right then and there, she’d have dragged him by the hair to the staircase and pushed him over. Or that was what she would like to think happen, reality would most likely be much different.

It was strange being angry to the very bone, the fire burning through her chest and into her bloodstream, but also relieved. He as here, it was finally happening, but he was here and it was finally happening. The feelings were two very distinct ones, a mix of happiness and hatred, relief and disdain. The thought of being in a room with him brought a thrill tearing through her soul, but it also made it clear how abandoned she really felt.

Anything could happen during their impending interview. Only time would tell which feeling would win the battle.

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Antique Taste Glass Watering Can Mister Flower Lawn Plant Spray Bottle & Pump

Hydrate your crops in taste with our Botanical Taste Plant Mister.

The glass jar and metal pump and spout mechanism has an on-trend botanical allure with an commercial really feel.

Spritzing up your loved one crops and herbs has all the time been a chore, till now!

They’re antique in taste and made out of a pretty high quality fluted glass with a pump taste lid and deal with.

They are able to be used for such a lot of various things.

Fill with water to spray your own home crops, they are able to be used on the hairdressers as water bottles for dry cuts, then again, you must fill with oils or vinegars and use within the kitchen.

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Measurement: Diameter 9cms (at widest level) x H15.5cms

Hydrate your crops in taste with our Botanical Taste Plant Mister. The glass jar and metal pump and spout mechanism has an on-trend botanical allure with an commercial really feel. Spritzing up your loved one crops and herbs has all the time been a chore, till now! They’re antique in taste and made out of a pretty high quality fluted glass with a pump taste lid and deal with. They are able to be used for such a lot of various things. Fill with water to spray your own home crops, they are able to be used on the hairdressers as water bottles for dry cuts, then again, you must fill with oils or vinegars and use within the kitchen. Measurement: Diameter 9cms (at widest level) x H15.5cms

Antique Taste Glass Watering Can Mister Flower Lawn Plant Spray Bottle & Pump was originally published on botany and gardening

[cherylatownsend]

A Deadly Bouquet by Janis Harrison

Small town florist, Bretta Solomon has taken on the job of flowering up a park for a very wealthy set of nuptials. The mother of the bride is a constant ache of persnickety annoyance. Even when a hired landscaper drops dead at her feet of a heart attack and the designated hairdresser is found murdered in the back of her salon, hoity toity Evelyn Montgomery focuses only on perfecting her daughter’s day, brushing off the deaths as no more than setbacks to her plans.

In a carry over from her last book, a man of desire re-enters her life as her new neighbor and they meekly try to start a relationship, until an attempt of her life waylaid their steps. Meanwhile, the father that deserted her and her mother is now living with her and trying to make amends while adding his own sleuthing abilities to keep her safe and find out why there is a need to.

There is a deep dive into philosophy with Aristotle’s works playing a major role and giving this read a more provoking stance than the general mystery. Quite enjoyable. Plus, an added lesson on the not-so-lovely language of flowers and a bit of botany. Nothing beats an entertaining book that has a lesson or two added into the pages.

Harrison’s books just get better and better.

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What will happen after the 12th - Great question for students

Choosing a good career option is the most important decision in someone's life. After 12th class, each student must go through a phase in which he must decide what to choose as a career. In general, they ask themselves questions as if I want to be a doctor, but I do not think there's a lot of room for that, I do not want to become an engineer because I'm weak in math, and so on.

In addition, the choice of career depends on the job prospects of the field and, of course, the interest of the candidate. Some prefer the flow; some think of the interest, while others obey their parents.

Options such as medicine and engineering have always been at the forefront in choosing a career but, at present, societal trends have changed and disciplines such as administration, accounting and others are also in great demand. This lessens our difficulty in choosing one or sometimes adds to chaos.

After the 12th, career counseling is the best way to go for a career-oriented course or a university course, every career prospect is good in its own way. Students can be confused with so many options available today. As a result, they even receive the career assessment test that offers them the best career options.

In addition, speaking of students who have completed their twelfth group of PCM may choose engineering and medicine as a career, while once with non-medical subjects (Science-PCM) may choose BCA, Aviation, Defense Services , IT, Banking, Law, Hospitality, Management, Mass Communication, Journalism and many others.

In addition to all the above options, now a day opting for journalism as a career has become a trend for every student. Its goal is to provide a plethora of opportunities for beginners in the near future.

In addition, there are several training institutes and universities that offer degrees and diplomas in these courses after the 12th all over the world. Students can choose one of the fields based on their area of interest and establish a solid foundation for their career.

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[no7bythesea]

A summer weekend for two

Having been to stay in Margate lots back at the early part of 2017 when we were doing up No. 7 by the Sea, we decided to spend this weekend at the apartment ourselves, to enjoy a DIY-free, sunny couple of days.

We bought the place because we love Margate so much - and so we thought it would be a nice idea to share our favourite tips on what to do there on a summer weekend for two. We have not been asked to promote any of the places we mention - they are simply our personal recommendations for our guests and anyone else who is interested.

Friday

Margate is about a 1 hour 15 min drive from where we live in South East London - if you set off around 8pm like we did on Friday evening.  We took food with us so we could eat in the apartment when we arrived (and this weekend it was still completely warm enough to sit on the patio at that time of night).

Saturday

On Saturday morning, we got up really early and had breakfast outside again. Then we headed to Walpole Bay Tidal Pool at about 10am (turn right along the coast and keep walking until you can find steps down to the beach - then you will come to it after about 10 minutes along the path). Walpole Bay is one of the oldest working tidal pools (it’s 80 years old next week) and is a beautiful spot along the Kent coastline. It’s basic and wild - there are no changing rooms and there’s no lifeguard - but we think this adds to its charm. An early morning swim in the (very fresh) seawater makes you feel like you have Margate all to yourself for a moment.

Note if you like the idea of the healing powers of seaweed, 2 minutes to the left of the apartment is the Haeckels store - a natural skin, hair and fragrance brand, with products made from locally growing sea botanicals. It is quite pricey, but once you smell the inside of the shop it’s hard not to buy something.

After a quick freshen up back at the apartment, we headed 5 minutes in land towards Northdown Road in Cliftonville. This road is where lots of the new independent shops and cafes in the area are opening - and there’s a real sense of community. Plus it’s much quieter than Margate town.

First of all we went to Cliffs for coffee. This place is a cafe, record store, yoga studio and hairdressers! The coffee is from Curve Roasters, and is really good.

Next, we walked up and down Northdown Road, stopping at The Grain Grocer to buy a bottle of honestly the best olive oil you’ll ever buy - and if you bring your own empty bottle you can get a discount.

If you’re into vintage and retro furniture, then the shops along this road are all open on a Saturday, and in general cheaper than those in Margate Old Town.

Right at the far end of the road is Urchin Wines - a relatively new wine store, bar and gallery. We bought a very nice bottle of French rose, and chatted to the owners about how they’d been all the way to the South of France to source it. Next time we’ll definitely go back for drinks in the evening.

Next we headed back towards the seafront and walked towards Margate town - it’s about 10 min to the left of the apartment.

We had a quick walk around the shops in the Old Town, and then along the Harbour to Cheesy Tiger for lunch. If you’re hungry - definitely have the grilled sandwich... It’s a great view from here of Margate Beach, and this strip of bars and cafes is ideal for a summer bar crawl.

Next, we walked around the beach to Dreamland. It’s just reopened after a multi-million pound refurb and has fairground rides, arcades, roller skating, streetfood (which is a lot like Dinerama in Shoreditch), bars and a stage (last week the Gorillaz played there).

We had heard lots of good things about Ziggy’s Rooftop Bar which is as you come out of the Dreamland entrance on the right. It’s up the top of a long flight of stairs which must put off people with kids, but once at the top it is so worth the trip. It has amazing views of Margate, decent rum and jerk chicken on the BBQ. Next time we will definitely stay longer into the evening as it gets livelier.

After a few drinks we headed back to the apartment to chill for a bit and shower etc. Then we walked about 2 min to the left, just past the Lido to Fort’s Cafe for dinner. This place is also great for brunch, and is really relaxed and not too busy (it’s nice in high season to get away from Margate sands after a while - which are packed). Note that just near Fort’s is Roost - which is also really good for food - just make sure you book in advance.

We finished up just in time to watch sunset out the window of our place - perfect end to the day.

Sunday

The next day we got up early and headed to Botany Bay - it’s about a 15 min drive to the right along the coast. Tip: you can walk or cycle this if you do the Viking Coastal Trail - but it was way too hot this weekend.

Botany Bay is a Blue Flag beach with lifeguards, with stunning chalky needles sticking out into the sea and really clean, golden sand. It has toilets and a cafe, so is the perfect base for a day by the sea - but - make sure you get there early - all the best spots were being taken already when we got there at 10 am.

We stayed for a few hours and then headed back to the car, which we parked near to The Botany Bay Hotel. We’ll definitely go back here for lunch as both the inside of the restaurant and outdoor patio looked really nice - good for visiting parents...

After a freshen up back at ours, we walked back towards Margate Old Town and stopped for lunch at Harbour Cafe Bar. We’ve been here before and it has lovely food and is in a great spot in the square - sitting outside you really do feel like you’re on holiday in Europe somewhere. (Note The Cupcake cafe is equally as good).

Finally, we had another quick stroll around the shops of the Old Town (shout out to Margate Art where we got all of our amazing lido prints in the apartment. They’re much more original than lots of other Margate pictures, and really reasonably priced - around £15 for 3).

We then walked back to the apartment via The Old Kent Market - which is an indoor market with the world’s smallest pub amongst other shops and stalls. We have heard such great things about their newest resident, Bottega Caruso - and so planned to buy some fresh pasta to take home with us. We learnt that it’s become so popular it’s best to preorder before heading down there, so we bought some fresh pesto to try until next time. (We have since got home and it’s the best pesto we’ve ever tasted!)

From here, it was back to pack and head home. We beat the traffic by leaving at 4, but would have loved to stay longer. It was so nice to see Margate as a tourist, and we’ve already got loads more plans for when we next go down ourselves in October - this time as a new family of three........!

Our apartment is available to rent via Airbnb, and we’ve still got a few weekends free this summer, and also some weekday slots. We’d love to have you stay - you can book here !