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                                 Teresa Bonfamille        Semi-adopted daughter/maid to Mme. Adelaide                                      [Aristocats]

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Closed Starter: You Gotta be Kitten Me (Teresa/Liam)

Teresa hums to herself as she thumbs through the newspaper, looking out the window and watching a plane take off. The airport could be... more fun, she supposes, but she’s not bothered by it. She picks up Marie’s carrier, opening it up and letting the cat pop her head out, scratching her ears. “Thank you for being so well-behaved, darling.”

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Nightwing: The Rise of Flamebird (Chapter 3)

Summary: Nightwing and Flamebird were two ancient Kryptonian gods, yet completely opposite. He was darkness and rebirth, tasked to hunt the evils in the shadows. She was fire and destruction, born to annihilate the creations of her mate, Vohc The Builder. Destined to fall in love and achieve great things but fated to be separated. That's the story Dick Grayson and Terry Olsen heard. Strange that it is also, somehow, their story

Major Pairing: Nightwing/Dick Grayson x Flamebird/Original Female Character

Chapter Summary: Isaac Peterson, the child that was kidnapped, is still missing. As Nightwing finds his first evidence that leads him to a strange woman in Meadowdale Mall, Detective Elise Svoboda and Terry Olsen begin investigating on their own, not really glad to work together.

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Blüdhaven Police Department – Morning

“Impressive … very impressive” Commissioner Foster was skimming through Terry’s curriculum as if he was discovering it right now in front of her. “Degree in Criminology and Psychology, excellent physical condition and amazing results to the aptitude tests. Which makes me wonder … why would Metropolis let such a valued cop leave?” He threw the files on his desk and stared at her with his arms crossed over his chest. “What awful mistakes did you make?”             She didn’t really know what to answer. So many things had happened, so many things that would justify why she was sitting here today but they were so personal and so shameful, still full of guilt, pain and remorse. And yet, she wanted so much to confess. The words were screaming in her head. Come on, tell him. Tell everyone what you’ve done and what you can’t resolve yourself to do!       

Her mouth opened slightly but the man started laughing. “I’m kidding, Olsen. You should have seen your face.” She tried to laugh as well, but the embarrassment blocked the sound in her throat. “Are you guys in Metropolis always that uptight?” “I’m sorry, Commissioner. It’s my first day. I’m a little nervous.”       “Don’t be, kiddo. I’m not going to torture you to know why you had an A and not an A+ at your gymnastics exam or anything. You’re probably the best element that ever been transferred here.” She smiled slightly. He hadn’t reassured her, at all. On the contrary, knowing that he was certainly expecting a lot coming from her was making her more stressed than she already was. “Plus you’re arriving at the right time. There’s a case waiting for you.” She pursed her lips and massaged her moistly hands discreetly under the desk. “Johnson, send Svoboda.” The man ordered after pushing a button on his phone.

Elise Svoboda entered the office, reeking of cigarettes, a pile of files under one arm and a mug of coffee in one hand. “Commissioner. You wanted to see me?” Her casualness bewildered Terry and she guessed Svoboda noticed it since she briefly glowered at her. “Yes, this is Teresa Olsen, a detective transferred from Metropolis … and your new partner.” Terry’s eyes widened and she stared silently at the old man in shock. “What?” Elise almost chocked on her coffee.             “She’ll help you with the Peterson case.”         “ I don’t work with teammates...” She hated it actually. Elise was a very strong and independent woman. Working in duo, and furthermore with a novice, was something she was seeing as another responsibility she’d rather avoid. “ ... especially when they are Victoria’s Secret models who just got their job by kneeling under the right desk.” The insult rooted Terry to the spot. What the f…? “Excuse me?” The young woman asked with daggers in her green eyes. “No one talks to me like that.” “ Svoboda, that was inappropriate.”   “ Inappropriate? That’s putting it mildly.” Terry stood up to face the tall forty-something woman next to her, her fists clenched to help her keep her fragile cool. “You don’t want to work with me, fine. The feeling is mutual. I’ll take care of that case myself.”   “ No one’s working alone. Olsen, you’ll need Svoboda. She’s been living in the Blüd since forever. She knows this city. And Svoboda, you’ll need Olsen, too. She’s perfectly qualified for this case and a pair of young eyes is still useful. Now take this” He put Terry’s badge on his desk along with a brand new black gun, a Glock 22. “And get to work!”   Both women sighed before leaving the office, Terry following closely Elise who was already running away from the department. “ So about the case?”     “ Oh hell no. Stop right there, Victoria Secret. I’m doing this on my own.”       “ What? But Foster said …”     “ I don’t care what Foster said. This is my case. Mine” She pointed a finger at herself and looked straight in Terry’s eyes. “Look it doesn’t delight me to work with you either. But we were given orders.”             “ You’re in the Blüd, honey. There are no orders. There are no rules to follow. This city is rotten, just like this police department. So if you think things are going to be the same they were in Metropolis, you better go back there. Now let me do my work.”  

Ravenshood Heights – Blüdhaven - Night

Ravenshood Heights was the richest neighbourhood in Blüdhaven and not a place Nightwing was familiar with. Apart from occasional burglary in the most fancy houses, it was a rather peaceful and tranquil area and weirdly – or not – where the police was patrolling the most. ‘Protect the ones who can pay’ being certainly the credo of all corrupted cops in the city. Funny, all the bribes didn’t prevent the kidnapping of nine years-old Isaac Peterson.       Nightwing was combing the room with his domino mask, looking for anything that the police could have missed. The parents of the child had let him in even though they were not fond of “thighs”, as the vigilantes were called here. But desperate times called for desperate measures.        

Despite the stripped bed in which the child had slept in, the room was clean and tidy. Nothing, not even an ounce of dust on the scientific books on the shelves or toys or Legos scattered on the ground. “Isaac is very meticulous. It can be obsessive sometimes. An habit he kept from the orphanage” The mother had said.

Dick could remember the little time he had spent in Wayne Care Centre. Not the best place in the world when it comes to intimacy even for someone who used to share a trailer with a dwarf. Four beds in the same room, barely enough space to play or even to move, and some weird children with annoying tendencies to steal whatever you may leave on the ground. "Finders keepers!"  So you take great care of the few precious things you own since they'll be the only ones you'll ever have. You always keep an eye on them. You make sure not to damage it and check every day that no one touched them. Dick had done all this when the only thing he had to remember his destroyed happiness was his mother’s bracelet and his Flying Grayson poster. But he only stayed there few weeks contrary to Isaac who basically grew up there. No time to make this a habit.    

So why don’t organise the books in alphabetical order?         Nightwing frowned and stared at the books. Few of them were dog-eared and they were not old at all. With a lot of precaution, he removed them from the shelf and scanned them all with his domino mask looking for prints or anything else. “Bingo” It was a long blond hair and no one in this family had blond hair.     “ Alfred?” Nightwing asked through the earpiece. “Master Grayson. I believe this is not a casual call.” “ No indeed. I would need you to search someone for me. I’m sending you the DNA sample” Dick placed the hair in his gauntlet, which immediately began scanning it to send the DNA to Alfred in the Batcave. “Anything?”     “It appears the hair belong to a certain Jane Antol, an ex waitress working for Penguin at the Iceberg Lounge.”         “ Do you have an address where I can find her?”       “ No, but she was arrested two weeks ago by the Police of Blüdhaven for prostitution and possession of prohibited substances. Perhaps Detective Svoboda could tell you where to find that young woman.”         “All right. Thank you, Alfred.”   “ Anytime, Master Grayson” Dick pressed the earpiece to cut contact with Alfred and immediately called Svoboda on her police wireless, hoping she would provide him the information he was looking for. “Good evening, Detective.” He scoffed when he heard her gasp and cough through the radio. He had surprised her, scared her even. “How did you decode… Never mind.” She sighed, regaining a normal heartbeat. “Any news concerning the Peterson case?”           “ I’ll need you to tell me where to find a girl called Jane Antol. I believe she is involved in the kidnapping. I found one of her hair on the crime scene.”           “ Jane Antol. Doesn’t ring a bell.” She confessed as she bit in her pink donut.           “ She was arrested two weeks ago. A prostitute with blond hair, possibly Polish and drug addict” He heard her chewing loudly. Either she didn’t want to speak with her mouth full or she was in an intense reflection, which was more likely. “Oh yeah, Ann Darrow.”         “Ann Darrow?” Nightwing frowned. Ann Darrow was the name of the blond young lady in the King Kong movies. Strange name for a prostitute. “Well, that’s the name the guys in the department gave her. She used to lay with Gorilla Grimm.” Or not. But right now, he had no time to ponder over prostitute names. He had a little boy to find, a little boy who was certainly frightened and in great danger. “You’ll probably find her at Meadowdale Mall.” Of course, Meadowdale Mall was Blüdhaven’s mostly illegal street market, a place tolerated by the police where prostitutes, dealers of all kinds and criminals escape authority and justice to attend to their shady business. He had been there before to collect information on Gorilla Grimm. And he had met that girl. Jane. Hopefully, he would find her again. “I think I know who that is. Thank you, Detective.”         “ Do you need help? I can send a unit to arrest her.” Elise suggested             “ I’m fine” And he just hung up without saying another word.

Elise sighed and relaxed against the backrest of her car, allowing herself to close her eyes for a second when she heard someone knock her windowpane. She opened one eye and noticed Teresa, arms crossed over her chest. “Stubborn child.” She mumbled as she lowered the window. “What?” she grumbled, definitely annoyed.         “ Honestly, I don’t give a damn you’re working with Nightwing.” Elise’s jaw dropped as she thought briefly about what to reply though she didn’t get the time to. “All I want to know is how a prostitute could enter the Petersons’ house.” She declared authoritatively with a serious look and no qualms at all. “Damn, girl! Don’t you know the word ‘privacy’? And how can you guys hack police radio?” Terry ignored the questions. “The house is highly secured: alarm, camera and motion sensors. Plus there was no sign of breaking in. You wrote it yourself in the report.”       “I did.” “ So how does a prostitute from the rough area enter a house like that?”           “ I don’t know, Barbie.” Elise confessed, persuaded she will get the answer very soon judging by the young cop’s quick thinking. “She was invited in.” That wasn’t what she expected, though.     “ Sure, the ‘rich father fucks the monkey-fetish STI nest junky prostitute’ sounds very likely.” The sarcasm didn’t affect Terry who kept standing her ground. “Did you ever study psychology, Svoboda?” “ No but I’m aware of my husband’s Internet history. And I’ve never seen a porn like that.”   “ The Peterson spent years trying to have a child. Eight artificial inseminations, hormone therapies… His wife wanted a child so badly that I bet it had impact on their sexual life. He certainly began to see himself as a mere sperm donor. So, he began to screw prostitutes to feel sexual desire again. The fact that they were from Meadowdale guaranteed discretion as the police have no control over this area. I’m sure if we check the Petersons’ bank accounts we’ll find traces that’ll prove my point ”         “ Except you’re forgetting something. The wife was there, in the house, the night of the kidnapping.” Though Elise was right, Terry was still convinced she was somehow right. She remained quiet for a short moment, thinking about different alternatives to her hypothesis.       “Then, I guess we’ll have to interrogate the Petersons.” Svoboda thought about protesting for a splint second but when she saw that glimmer in Olsen’s eyes she smiled genuinely. “I drive, Victoria Secret.” Still, she didn’t want a partner. 

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26 Ideas 5 Myths you need to focus passion

5 min read @ focus passion When crafting your personal brand you’ll what to focus your passion. Your passion is the main idea you want to share with others.  To clarify, for this exercise, we will call your "focus" your “passion.” Your passion could be your first job after university. Or your passion could be your niche as you build you life coaching practice.  Also, for small business owners this passion could be your small business. Maybe, your passion is the side hustle you want to become your full time job.

How do I articulate my passion?

What is it you are doing when you are so engaged in the activity you forget about time? BTW, we’ve a builder (expert system of sorts) to help you build your own influential personal brand. You just answer questions, and you get an email with your personal brand content first draft.  When will you start building your personal brand? This is the first question in the builder.  1) What are you deeply passionate about and that truly excites you? Click to start building your own influential personal brand. If you love what you do, then you will be able to spend more time and effort to share more of your passion. Have you ever walked into a room and there was someone in the room talking about her passion. She was so infectious with her passion that you started to feel passionate. 

That passion shows up online too

We’ve all heard that quote? “If you love your work will never work a day in your life.” I know it’s a tired and used cliche. But that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.  Even Gary Vee talked about it: “If you’re truly doing what you love, it won’t feel like you’re actually working…” Gary Vaynerchuk   THE TOP 20 PODCASTS FROM THE GARYVEE AUDIO EXPERIENCE Passion is one’s ethos. Often, we hear about the “ethos” of famous athletes. For example, "hard work" is the ethos for LeBron James. Another ethos is, “caring,” for Mother Teresa.  When someone shows that passion, whether, for something or just being alive, everyone feels it.   I’m often asked, “Warren, what if my passion is trying new things?” My answer, “Live it! and show your passion trying all those new things.” 

What if I don’t have a passion? Passion myths explored.

In societies globally, the system is flawed. Let’s explore some myths. 1 Myth: Everyone thinks they should have a passion. Some people don’t have one passion, so that’s okay. 2 Myth: Some people have a passion but don’t think they can make a career out of it. Who said you need to make it your career? My wife loves to teach piano 1 day a week, and that’s okay too.  3 Myth: I’ve too many social pressures like job, career, family, finances, etc., so I don’t have time. Is your passion collect Smurf clothing? How long does it take to check the latest news online every day?  4 Myth: My passion is to go home and drink 4 beers and watch TV. Great, have fun. That isn’t the kind of passion we’re talking about here. 5 Myth: I just don’t like discussing my passion. I just want to keep it to myself. That’s your life. Again in this exercise, we are talking about your personal brand

People feel and remember energy focused on passion 

1. Around the world people tell me they want to be remembered and respected? Don’t you?  2. What about your legacy? When you are at the end, what do you want for your legacy?  3. How about today? Don’t we all want reputation that builds trust? 4. An important point is personal branding is consistency. But who knows how to be consistent?  6. When you are passionate it’s easier to be consistent. Every day you have that desire to work on your passion again and again.  7. When you share a clear personal brand, what do you show? Aren’t you are consistently showing your passion? Your passion is part of your origin story. For example, Gary Vaynerchuk talks about how he has entrepreneur DNA in most every keynote he presents. 

Questions to start your passion focus

  Here are some questions to help you articulate your passion. For some it may be easier to write your passion in action - benefit format.  Here is an example. "My passion is teaching in new ways to help my students learn more than ever." 8. Write down your niche / passion / focus. 9. What is your positive intent you share your passion with others? 10. What skills, talents, or gifts make your passion different from others? 11. How do you want to share your different passion with the world? 12. If you were to live your brand by showing your passion, what would you love to be doing?  Still not sure? If you are still struggling then go through the following. 

Examples to get you started to focus your passion

  Below are some highlight ideas, trigger questions, and sample responses to open your mind. As you look at these ask yourself, how you feel they relate to your passion.  Here are some highlight ideas.  Spark the authentic part of you that has positive intent and gives you energy.  13. What makes you excited to get out of bed every day?  14. Which activities, work, or hobbies do you love / make you truly excited? 15. Which of these examples reminds you of your passion?  16. Do you love: work, travel, technology, art, reading, design, photography, entrepreneurship, keeping fit, sports, etc.? Here are some more trigger questions to help you stimulate ideas. 17. What makes you feel empowered, excited, inspired, and enthusiastic? 18. What topics are you most passionate about and want to share with others? 19. What activities, work, or hobbies do you love and get you truly excited? 20. What do like to do when you are not working?  21. When you are working, what do you love that feels like you are not working?  Here are sample responses from my clients and students.  22. Collecting and sharing Smurf memorabilia with other Smurf lovers.  23. Unleashing "Whole-ness": to actualize full potential of self and others, with full knowing. 24. Supporting personal achievement, learning, and understanding human nature. 25. Learning / personal growth in others. 26. My job helping teenagers.   Did you focus your passion yet? If you are still struggling to find your passion, please email me at drwarren@cict.co. Click here to get the 12-Point Checklist. Also, please check my site dedicated to helping others build online influence. Build your influence at https://influenceyoursuccess.com Read the full article

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“So… I have seen the truth, and it doesn’t make sense.”

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Flashback Solo Para: & That’s Who I Am (Teresa)

Will drums his pencil on the table as they work, wrinkling his nose. “Hey, uh, Teresa, uh, if it’s not too, um, too personal, can I ask for your whole... story?”

Teresa frowns, looking at him, cocking her head and raising an eyebrow. “My story?”

“I, uh, I just mean... you, um, you’ve said that, that, that uh, that your relationship with, with...” He pauses, snapping.

“Madame Bonfamille?” She cocks her head.

He points to her, “With her, was, was uh... complicated.”

“Oh.” Teresa pauses and nods a bit with a shrug, lowering her pen. “Well, it was. It’s a bit of an unusual story.”

“I’d, uh, honestly I’d still like to, um, to hear it,” Will shrugs. “We, uh, we partner up for a lot of um, a lot of advanced classes, and, and, and, and, and I know so little about you.”

Teresa blinks, shrugging again and nodding. “Yeah, that’s fair enough... so, I guess we can start back when I was about two.”

The toddler had been left on Madame Adelaide Bonfamille’s doorstep. Nobody really knew where she came from, but even at such a young age, the girl bonded quite well with the cats in the household. Perhaps that was why the madame had decided to keep her around. The truth was, nobody knew for sure why.

Just that she kept the young girl around, and wrote a clause into the will that allowed her to become the caretaker and executor of the estate, ensuring the money allotted to the cats would in fact be used for them. She would, of course, have additional support when the time came, as she was only a child, and likely wouldn’t be old enough to be entirely on her own when the time came.

(”I wasn’t,” Teresa adds with a small, half-hearted smile. “The madame passed when I was ten.” She clears her throat.)

Growing up in the house, while Teresa got a good education, a LOT of her time revolved around learning to handle the job she would one day handle, and caring for the madame and the home a bit as well. She didn’t know it at the time, but because of the work she was doing happily, the madame had established a bank account for her where she was earning regular pay. So when the madame passed, she had her own money separate from the cats.

(”Some of the people who were hired to help me while I was too young also helped with the account, investing the money properly and the like. Whatever’s left of the madame’s money when the cats are gone will be donated to a shelter.” Teresa scratches Marie’s ears as the cat pops out of her purse, stretching after her nap. “I have enough.”

“You’re, uh, that is to say, um, uh, y’know, you... you are, uh, an honorable person,” Will remarks with a nod.)

She hadn’t initially gone through the madame’s things when the woman had passed. She’d had too much to deal with. Then it had been about putting her lessons to work. Then it was--

(”You, you were uh, you were stalling, right?” Will asks.

Teresa shrugs. “Hard not to.”)

But, finally, she knew she’d put it off long enough, and had begun slowly working through them. She’d kept some of the jewelry out of sentiment. (Her hand comes up to a pendant around her neck at the remark, but she doesn’t take the opportunity to show it off, and he doesn’t ask.) Most of it had been sold so they had a better idea of how much the cats had. But in a drawer at the madame’s vanity she’d found something unusual.

It had taken time to find the keys to unlock the skinny little drawer across the middle, and then working through the other little belongings before she’d found the note, that some of the staff had reluctantly informed her had been pinned to her shirt when she was left at the doorstep.

(”What, uh, um, if you don’t mind me asking, what did it, uh, that is, er...”

“I... don’t remember, exactly,” and Teresa’s not sure why she lies but something in her gut tells her it was better this way. “And I left it at home when I came here.”)

The note, however, alluded to the existence of her father, spurring her on her search for her family, whoever they really were. After all, the madame had no family-- it’s why the money had been left to her cats. Even Teresa could hardly call herself the woman’s family, considering the unusual circumstances of her entering the home.

But the search had turned up nothing, and... she’d elected to come to Auradon Prep, to give herself a break from her search and get some proper education.

(Again, she has no idea why she’s lying about her search. Maybe it was the unconfirmed story from that strange man that had stopped her as she was leaving that dance that one time.)

“...and, here I am,” Teresa finishes with a laugh and a shrug. “Somewhat maid, somewhat adopted family to the madame. Manager of her estate and proud caretaker of Marie here and her family.” She scratches behind Marie’s ears.

“Wow,” Will says softly, shaking his head. “I couldn’t, er, I, that is, I can’t begin to, uh, to imagine. That’s a lot for, uh, for anyone.” Pausing, he adds, “So you’ve, um, you stopped, er... looking for, looking for, looking for your family?”

Teresa nods. “For now. I think I’m better suited focusing on my future, not my past.”

Will nods slowly, clearing his throat. “That’s, uh, like I said, it’s, it’s a lot.”

“It is, but I’ve long since adjusted.” Shrugging, Teresa picks up her pen. “Where were we?”

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“It’s harsh, but I truly believe that every single person has to go through something that absolutely destroys them so they can figure out who they really are.”

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Double Open Starter: Focus! (Teresa/William)

“So, I was thinking for the presen...” Teresa looks up, blinking and frowning, sighing. “William.”

“Huh?” William looks over from the doorway, blinking at her. “I-- I was, uh, um, I was listening, sorry.”

“Were you? William, seriously, I need you to focus,” Teresa rolls her eyes slightly. “If we’re going to be partners on this I need you to pull your weight. I don’t want to get a bad grade or have to put in all the work. I don’t know how you got into advanced classes that assign summer homework when you can’t even manage to listen to me for more than a few seconds at a time.”

“Look, I, well, I’m, that is, uh... I’m really, um, really sorry,” William manages. “I was, uh, I was just, um, kind of, well...”

“Just...?” Teresa crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow.

He clears his throat awkwardly and adjusts his shirt collar. “Uh, um, well, uh... it’s, um, it’s nothing. Sorry.”

“Unbelievable,” Teresa rolls her eyes, glancing to someone nearby and rolling her eyes with a motion to him.

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“Well, if there’s one thing I understand about my situation, my life so far, the one lesson I’ve learned through the years, is that I am mine. Before I am anyone else’s.”

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Open Starter: Budgeting (Teresa)

“Ooookay. What happened last month?”

Teresa’s mostly talking to herself as she sets her tablet upright against some books, getting a green folder out of her bag and starting to go through all the papers in it. It’s not that they’re doing badly financially, at all. The cats are doing great.

What’s wrong is that they still went over her expected budget for the month and THAT means something went astray somewhere and she needs to know ASAP what exactly it was. She starts reading over the various statements and information from her folder, glancing back to her tablet to compare things on occasion. “Hmm.”

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