#construction turnstile

[surr0unds]

construction work outside the met (expired kodak portra NC 800)

[szrssecurityswingturnstile]

[tripodturnstile]

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[szrssecurity]

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[thesweetnessofspring]

I've been obsessed with how the first ten Hunger Games were in an actual arena, like with seats and an event floor and turnstiles and everything. Something that was so clearly human-made, without so much as a weed growing inside of it.

Then Coriolanus goes off to Twelve and has his own private Hunger Games with Lucy Gray in the middle of the woods and comes to the conclusion that humanity is violent, and it must be contained by the Hunger Games. Some point after that, the arenas are still human-made, but mimic nature like Snow's own Hunger Games with Lucy Gray. Some are deserts or tundras or jungles, but all are made to appear like a natural environment. Only they're nature that's been constructed and manicured by humans, just like the Games are.

Fitting, then, that the first hit against this arena is made by a boy from District Twelve. Then a quarter century later, this arena is destroyed by a girl from District Twelve who learned to shoot arrows in the very trees that saw the future dictator of Panem emerge from it with his worldview now set against the natural world.

[quaranmine]

ranking fire lookouts i visited last week

i didn't expect to see like...any on this trip. most of them snuck up on me LOL and yet we were able to find FIVE of them! who knew all I had to do was go to national forests in a different state? here there are ranked from highest to lowest

1. The Probable Federal Crime

this one was the coolest! i climbed this one! It's 100 ft with a 7'x7' cab up top. It was in service until 1987 but it still serves as a radio repeater. There are several buildings at the bottom, one of which clearly had the sound of machinery behind the door. It had signs of recent maintenance even though it has been decomissioned. It had spectacular views, with no towns or human settlements visible in any direction:

2. Rich Mountain Lookout

I could have broken into this one but I did not. I withheld my desire to commit a crime. My dad mocked me for not crawling under the fence LOL. This one has a proper catwalk and was possibly a live-in one. A whole family lived here in the 20s when it was first built, but this version is a replacement from the 50s, so I have no idea what it looked like before them. It is approximately the height AND style I have been imagining in my AU so I was delighted to see it. It is slightly taller than the one in the Firewatch game, but a remarkably similar design other than being steel instead of wood.

3. Devil's Knob Lookout

Not in good repair at all. Missing the ladder at the bottom and the final flight of stairs. We saw two deer. My dad climbed it anyway because he's an idiot

4. The Occupied State One

we spotted this one from the main road and turned down the next side road to hunt it down. We ended up driving along the wildest road of FANCY vacation houses, mostly still under construction. A few of these houses had the steepest driveways I've ever encountered in my entire life. Eventually we found the correct turn off for the lookout, drove straight past the no trespassing sign with confidence, only to immediately turn around because there was a guy there despite it being the holiday. Later I learned this is one of the few still in operation in the state. Unsure why it might be manned in November since there is a lower risk of wildfire in fall/winter, but it is in operation so maybe that guy was working.

Bonus:

the tire shop pulled this out of our tire the next day after we went poking around the vacation home construction site. miraculously this did not ruin the tire and they didn't charge us for a patch!

5. Supposed Former State Forestry Lookout

This one has basically no workspace up top and I'm interested (mildly suspicious) of its history since it seemed out of the ordinary. Clearly it was used as an observation tower but as a regular, everyday job? unclear

Also, I had to break into this one too. I jumped the fence. This was because the quarter-fed turnstile did not work. It was $1 per person but we put $4 into it and it only started turning once. Then it stopped turning immediately and briefly trapped me in the middle of that metal cage. Fortunately it turns freely in the opposite direction so I could escape and was not, in fact, trapped forever in its bars. Although the moment it stopped did put the fear of God in me a little before I realize I could still get out. Thus I did not feel bad for climbing the fence. We actually overpaid.

Bonus:

devil's head lookout, you are still #1 in my heart

[canned-goose-feathers]

XIV.

Mumbo has joined the game

GoodTimesWithScar: mumbo!

GoodTimesWithScar: Mr. Jumbo!!

GoodTimesWithScar: Just the man I was looking for

Mumbo: What do you want? GoodTimesWithScar: Scarland is missing something very important I think you can help with

Mumbo: OMW

Sneaking around was kind of Grian’s thing. He’s been told by many he was incredibly silent and now that mattered more than ever. He needs to be as quiet as a mouse. Getting caught means . . . well, he doesn't want to really think about it. The sound of rockets overhead pulls him out of his thoughts. 

“Hey Mumbo! Over here!” Scar’s voice startles him, far closer than he thought. 

Okay, is he spying on Mumbo and Scar? Maybe. Possibly. It's going to be worth it. The gnawing paranoia hasn’t gone away and it was about to drive him mad. Something was going on between those two, and he was becoming increasingly convinced it had something to do with him. 

But the hostility he'd seen from Mumbo when he joined wasn't there anymore. Sure, it had been a few days, but now Mumbo smiles softly at him like nothing had ever happened. 

"So, Scarland needs me?" 

Scar waves his cane at the vacant streets and gently flapping banners. "You haven't seen it, have you? Can I give you the grand tour?" Mumbo gestures for him to continue and Scar's off. 

It's kind of incredible how Scar so easily captures attention. His waving arms and grand, blinding smile are entrancing. Grian’s reminded of Last Life, how Scar was able to talk himself into and out of basically any situation. Mumbo follows him dutifully and even Grian from his hiding spot finds himself enraptured as Scar covers every detail. Even with his cane in hand, he moves as if he knows every spare stone on the ground and every plant, easily walking backwards at points to talk directly to Mumbo. He can’t quite hear what they’re saying, but nevertheless it’s interesting just watching. Finally they come to a stop in front of the main gates. They're clearly still under construction, with scaffolding. Here Scar stops, leaning cooly on his cane. 

He's performing, or at least has the air of it. One leg crossed over the other, his hat tilted just to the side, a sly smile on his lips. 

"What's a theme park without turnstiles?" he says, gesturing at the chaos of redstone. 

Mumbo hums. "Is this what you called me for?" 

Scar shrugs, his smile never leaving. "Haven't tried it." Mumbo gives him a look. "You're the redstone expert, you tell me if it works."

As Mumbo approaches the turnstile, Scar shifts and turns to look directly at Grian. Even as Grian freezes, Scar's smile widens and he winks. 

Several things happen in quick succession. 

Mumbo presses the button on top of the turnstile, and then Mumbo is gone, the spinning rods launching him at high speeds into the sky. Scar nearly topples over laughing and Grian can't help himself, he erupts in giggles. There's a yell growing closer, then there's an explosion of items across the stone plaza. 

Mumbo fell from a high place

Scar does collapse at that and Grian joins him, clutching his stomach. They nearly have their laughter contained when Mumbo comes stomping up, gathering his items and shoving them haphazardly in his inventory. His grumbling sends both of them back into fits of laughter. 

"Grian!" Grian's mouth snaps shut, though the corners of his mouth still twitch. "You planned this, didn't you?" 

Scar snorts. "Grian's been spying on us, he had nothing to do with it. I just found out it does that and I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity." Grian flushes, but Scar doesn't look angry, simply pushes himself up to a sitting position and looks at Mumbo. "Okay but seriously, can you fix it?" 

"Can I fix it," Mumbo grumbles. He pulls off his suit jacket and carefully rolls his sleeves up. Grian’s eyes linger on the freshly exposed skin and his blush only deepens when he catches Scar looking as well. 

Grian coughs a bit and tries to smooth his feathers down. 

Scar leans on his cane with both hands, his attention turning to Grian. "What WERE you doing spying on us?" 

"I wasn't spying—" 

"You were there since Mumbo got here." The clinking of tools stops, as does Grian's heart. "You're not exactly quiet, G. And I'm not exactly dull." Scar shrugs a bit, "You're off your game, man. I could hear you coming from a mile away. Don't tell me you got into Doc's secret stuff."

Grian wrinkles his nose. "God no, not this early into the season."

"It's like three months into the season."

"It is?!" 

Scar nods. 

"Is it good this season?" 

"He's experimenting with watermelon."

"Ohhhh, I'll have to pick some up."

"Back on topic, Gri," Scar says with a wry smile, one that makes Grian want to swear. "You were spying, why?" 

Grian goes silent, which is as good as a confession. He could lie, but there's something in the back of his head that tells him Scar will know. He can't very well say the truth either. Half-truths it is. 

"You two have been acting really weird lately," he says. Scar arches an eyebrow but Grian beats him to the punch. "Not the usual weird. Weird about me." 

Scar hums, his face carefully neutral. "What makes you say that?" 

"The fact that you and Mumbo have been acting like a pair of feral cats fighting over one can of tuna, except now you're fine?" 

"We're good, Grian," Scar says, with the believability of any of his schemes, which is to say none. Grian scowls. 

"Mumbo?" 

The redstoner pops his head up from his burrow, his hair askew and cheeks dusted with redstone and grit. "We're fine, G."

"I don't believe that for a second." Grian crosses his arms and turns back to face Scar. "The second Mumbo shows up, you act like a kicked puppy for almost a week and being around you two at the same time is unbearable, then all the sudden you're buddy-buddy again? I mean you really expect me—" Grian cuts himself off as a horrifying thought comes to surface at the forefront of his mind. The words are out of his mouth before he can catch them. 

"You two are together."

Mumbo and Scar instantly both go pink. Scar holds up his hands while Mumbo attempts to sink back into his redstone paradise. 

"Not that that's— I'm happy about it—" 

"Grian, no, you've got it all wrong." 

"—I just wish you'd told me."

"Grian, please—" 

"And oh, I'm intruding, I'm so sorry—" 

Grian takes a step back and Scar practically leaps forward, grabbing his wrist and stopping him. 

He expects to feel lashing anger from the Entity, the jolt of losing control, but instead his breaths still and his body relaxes at the touch, his frantic mind whirring to a stop and allowing him to really see Scar. 

Scar, who is looking at him like he's losing him, who looks terrified and still very pink and so familiar. 

"Grian, it's okay we're not . . . That's not a thing." He sighs. "Look, I have a uh . . . Tendency to get jealous, and we'd been spending a lot of time together, and Mumbo coming back, it just kind of." He rubs the back of his neck. "You know your bird instincts? Kind of like that."

Grian's brows scrunch together. "But you're human." Scar smiles at that, wider than he's seen in a long while. 

"Right. Yeah. Humans still have instincts though. Right Mumbo?" 

"Right!" Mumbo says from the bottom of the hole, probably not paying any attention. 

"So. I'm sorry. We really are fine, G, and so are you. The dynamic just changed a bit, yeah?" 

Grian nods slowly, "yeah." 

"You're okay, right?" 

Grian thinks of the nausea that claws up his throat and the constant rush of blood and heartbeats that aren't his but still swim in his ears. He can't. He's too tired for that. "I'm fine," he says instead. 

Scar pulls him forward until they can both see down into Mumbo's temporary lair. Scar sits down cross-legged and Grian does too. Scar's hand backs away from his wrist. Grian catches his breath in his throat, stopping the whine that builds there, but Scar’s arm wraps around his shoulder and pulls him close. 

"Now, let's sit here and listen to Mumbo break his PG-13 rating," Scar says, peering over the lip. 

"Hey!" Mumbo goes to pop up and, as if on cue, hits his head against the underside of the turnstile, letting out a few words that make even Scar blush. Grian bursts into laughter.

[brotherthanatos]

Watching @strange-aeons’ video on Gerard’s Looks™️ and losing my mind because I am going to die on this hill: OFFICE LADY IS A THROWBACK TO BULLETS. SHE’S THE LADY WHO DOESNT WORK HERE ANYMORE. SHE’S THE ANGEL IN SKYLINES AND TURNSTILES. SHE’S THE ZOMBIE IN EARLY SUNSETS OVER MONROEVILLE. I AM VERY HINGED ABOUT THIS.

I always thought those three particularly didn’t fit into the proposed storyline of Bullets, so I feel validated seeing them potentially resurrected (haha). Putting these in order below:

Skylines and Turnstiles:

Fairly straightforward. The narrator is desperately trying to call their partner their angel (going to refer to her as Angel for brevity but I think it’s not her name just a term of endearment). As one can imagine, after the first tower was hit and in the aftermath of the second, there were thousands of people desperately calling loved ones in the area. The sudden influx caused strain and many, many calls fell through.

The narrator is hoping that Angel is okay, but can’t quite reach her. They’re hoping Angel is alive and are repeating that they’ll get through this together even through tragedy. The narrator keeps cycling through emotions: the obvious one is fear/horror, but there is also hope and anger. Something like the stages of grief. They’re hopeful that they can live through this together (ex: and if the world needs something better, let’s give them one more reason!). They’re angry at the event but also irrationally at none of their calls going through as if they’re being ignored, calling her heartless for abandoning them in this moment (that’s if you still have one [a heart] left/inside that cave you call a chest).

They can’t quite accept that Angel might have died, still holding out hope until the end that they’ll get through this together (tell me where we go from here?).

Early Sunsets:

So this one is a very obvious shout-out to Dawn of the Dead, however I think it doubles as, in the narrative I’m constructing, the narrator trying to confront the truth that Angel is dead. They have to reconcile with the fact that the person they have all these memories with is dead now, even just mundane life events they shared together are now tainted by the truth that their loved one, maybe even everyone else around them in that memory, are all dead. It feels to the narrator like a betrayal in a way, as if they themself are the one killing Angel by accepting this. It kills them metaphorically, leaving them empty (does anyone notice/there’s a corpse in this bed?)

I think that final line is ALSO in reference to the short tragedy story a Rose for Emily, in which the plot twist is that the lonely town weirdo, Emily, has spent years sleeping beside the corpse of her husband. Connecting this to Sunsets, the narrator has all of these memories of Angel, this love that they still carry for her, but they’re holding onto it for someone who is gone. Those once happy memories feel so tainted now, like remembering them is sleeping beside her corpse. And it destroys the narrator too leaving them alone and feeling as if they too are dead, just drained and sorrowful with grief.

Cubicles:

Okay Cubicles is one of my favorite MCR songs so I’m going to get REALLY annoying with this one and do an almost line by line lyrical analysis.

It's the tearing sound of love notes

Drowning out these gray-stained windows

The narrator and Angel lost focus and has a consensual workplace relationship worked together. It was a spark in the otherwise dreary office life! But now all those silly love notes are just painful memories and overwhelm the narrator’s mundane office life with grief.

And the view outside is sterile

And I'm only two cubes down

Everything is tense, looking outside isn’t helpful to escape the office because outside is also clinical and emotionless, and while the narrator tries to keep working they can’t help but remember that two cubicles away is now empty.

I'd photocopy all the things that we could be

If you took the time to notice me

Like the professional she is, Angel tried to not show too much PDA in the workplace. I think before, it was a cute in-joke between them that she ignores the narrator at work, and used to be playful ribbing. But now it feels like the memory of her is haunting them.

But you can't now, I don't blame you

And it's not your fault that no one ever does

Angel is gone. And the rest of the office doesn’t really know how to approach their colleague who just lost their partner… it’s easier to just leave them be. Angel can never pay attention to them again, and the rest of the office is either intentionally or worse unintentionally trying not to acknowledge the narrator. It’s too awkward to try to comfort someone they don’t know that personally, so they just don’t.

But you don’t work here anymore

It’s just a vacant 3x4

The narrator tries to approach the situation metaphorically. Saying she’s dead is too much for them, but it is true that she doesn’t work here anymore too. It’s easier to try to trick their brain into thinking she’s just gone because she left the job. But the fact they left her cubicle empty might be more symbolic of the rest of the office grieving too—it’d be disrespectful to touch her belongings and clean out her desk so soon after her passing. So they just leave it. Empty, but still hers. She doesn’t work here anymore is all. But it’s still her cubicle.

And they might fill your place

A temporary stand-in for your face

Ah capitalism! Well she might’ve died, but they got work to do so gotta hire someone new! Potentially this is also the narrator thinking of the prospect of finding a new relationship, but they can’t maintain any for very long.

This happens all the time,

People leave jobs all the time. People die all the time. There are plenty of empty cubicles for some reason or another. The narrator knows that this situation isn’t unique to them, that plenty of people cope, that they need to accept her death. They try to approach it in a detached manner, using passive tense to downplay the event as if that will make it easier for them.

And I can’t help but think I’ll die alone.

Despite trying to reframe the situation, Angel is still gone and the narrator is still forced to deal with that. She’s gone, they can’t maintain new relationships, the world feels like it’s moving on, but they can’t. They don’t think they ever will be able to move on.

So I'll spend my time with strangers

A condition and it's terminal

The narrator feels lost and alone. It feels like no one is beside them now and that’s just how they’ll live until they die (see “can’t help but think I’ll die alone”). At this point the narrator is accepting the “truth” to them that they will die alone.

In this water-cooler romance

As mentioned before, I think Angel was professional and didn’t like too much PDA. But at the water cooler where coworkers chatting is common, she was more relaxed.

And it's coming to a close

The narrator is, slowly, coming to terms with Angel’s absence.

We could be in the park and dancing by a tree

Kicking over blades we see

Or a dark beach with a black view

And pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall

They could be on dates, but the memory of past dates is more sinister now with the fact Angel is gone. Even those happy memories feel forever tainted (see Early Sunsets).

The song ends with

I know you don’t work here anymore

repeated until it changes to

Sometimes I think I’ll die alone

and then to

I think I’d love to die alone

With this I think the narrator is spiraling with grief and again is just accepting that they’ll die and morbidly hoping it’ll be alone. Depression makes one have weird ideas around death and relationships like thinking that even though having loved ones might make you happy you should push everyone away and die alone, even if that thought terrifies you. The narrator is fully in the throes of that depression and grief.

I think on a grander scale, Angel is not any one person but a metaphor for all victims including the abstract victim of general American innocence/hope. It’s worth noting that before 9/11, the idea of a direct attack on this scale to a major American city was unthinkable. So unthinkable it was proposed as an absurd thought question in fact!* The direct attack on a building in downtown NYC completely destroyed that illusion of safety and changed the landscape of American culture to this day. So I think Angel represents that concept. Reframe everything I said but the narrator is America personified and Angel is pre-9/11 American culture.

*I want to end this post with the last response to this thread pre-9/11 because I think it sums everything up:

[racingliners]

Okay, I'm here to ask the tough questions 😉

So how about 8, 17, 31 and 69?!

8. What’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

It's definitely gotten better as I've both gotten older, read and written more. Whatever I'm writing I always aim for it to be the best that it can be at that moment. I don't think it ever hurt to have someone else give their perspective on your work, but I think it definitely helps having someone you know give you constructive criticism, because you know what they say will be coming from a good place as opposed to 'lol your writing's shit'

17. What is your favourite line you’ve ever written?

arghhhhhh this was very, very hard so I picked a few

'Female racing drivers were apparently like unicorns, and successful female racing drivers were supposedly like blue moons'

'“You and me are sat in a very nice Mercedes company car, and the Formula 1 paddock is that way” Vanessa pointed out of the window, where the turnstile entrance was only just visible in the distance. “You made it Sophie, because you’re a brilliant racing driver. So you and me are going to walk into that paddock together with this press officer person-”

“Richard”

“We’re going to walk in with Richard, with our heads held high. Because that’s what you and me do, okay?”' - Both from LITFL (Re-write)

'They had barely exchanged words at all, mainly because Michael was clearly battling the insurmountable grief of losing her second mother.' - Sister

'After a few moments of staring at the door, Trip looked down at the silver flask and brushed his thumb across the metal as his mind briefly flashed back to the early days of Enterprise’s mission, vowing to never say a bad word about T’Pol ever again.' - Night Life

31. Tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

Richard Wilson from my Life In the Fastlane re-write! He is my most beloved, part of the reason why I decided to completely re-write LITFL was to give Rich the word count he deserved. He's basically the male, British-Asian version of Britta Roseke, and there's one scene with him particular in LITFL that I'm really looking forward to writing!!

(big honourable mention to my girl Sophie Knightsbridge who finally feels like a proper character after goodness knows how many years)

69. How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel?

Emotional scenes (especially negative ones) are definitely my achilles heel. I tend to rely on what I've watched/read in other works to help me write them. As for the second part, absolutely (yay for over autistic over empathy!).

asks for fanfic writers

[sepdet]

As an autoimmune-wonky person who honest to gosh loves trains, I would be more sanguine about the train life you are preaching if I were not still paying off medical bills and dealing with new health complications from the covid I picked up during my first trip since 2019, thanks to unmasked people on a train. (The couple in the next sleeper coughed and sneezed across the country.)

Before covid, I would have been willing to make the change — IF public transportation really were accessible for disabled people in the US, which it isn't (I just risked a second rail trip from LA to Philly to Boston, and 3 different stations were a negative-spoons nightmare, between broken elevators, inaccessible detours during construction, many stairs, very long walks, kiosks and turnstiles requiring 2 hands, and inadequate staffing.)

Now, one of many ways medically-vulnerable people are still in the pandemic which abled have forgotten is that every ride on public transportation is a game of Russian Roulette. Please don't throw us under the bus — or the train �� more than we already have been.

please god above can someone explain to me why we're still working on self driving cars when trains exist

[characternerdocs]

Where does Heath keep all of his tickets from Orcuard Hill? Crammed in a drawer? On display somehow? Scrapbook?

Honestly, tickets from Orchard Hill would probably littered all over his house. There is a pair on the fridge, probably the two from his sister and his sixth birthday as those two hold the most importance to him. Other tickets would be stuffed in books as they were used for bookmarks but eventually forgotten about. There may be two or three in Heath's wallet randomly, some in the glove box of his car.

The tickets (besides the birthday ones) aren't overly sentimental objects to Heath, yet they are still not something he'd through away. He feels the need to keep them but isn't entirely sure what to do with them.

It seems fitting to note here that the CasMark plane which is the "perfect" version of Orchard Hill, Heath still needs a ticket to enter the park and he imagines it as a replica of the ticket from his sister and his sixth birthday.

"Reaching into his pocket, Heath’s fingertips brushed the small piece of construction paper and he pulled it out. Examining its goldenrod color, the text printed in black and red ink, Heath turned the ticket over to look at the handwriting on the back. ‘June 13th 1996; Hannah & Heath’s 6th birthday.’ His sixth birthday- only twenty years ago, but it felt like a lifetime. By the time he turned seven Heath’s whole world had changed. Six was the last time he felt normal. Six was the last birthday they shared; the last time he saw Hannah.  Heath sighed as he stepped up to the turnstiles, turning the ticket over again to the printed text: ‘Orchard Hill Amusement Park; Owner’s ticket; Admission: ∞’ Heath dropped the ticket into the turnstile slot and pushed through the gate. [...]

Thanks for the ask @icybreaths In answering I have realized Heath may have some hoarder-like tendencies... But he can take comfort once he discovers Emery had kept a shoebox full of all the little sticky note messages he left on the side door for her so she could come back into the house after her nights out.

[darkmaga-returns]

By Noel S. Williams

It’s not surprising that many crying Kamala voters are threatening to relocate -- we’ve heard it all before from the whiners. What is surprising is where they want to move to.

Per a Storage Units survey of 1837 of the misguided Harris voters, over 50% say they want to move. Ten percent are even seriously considering it, and 90% of them prefer another country. Top choices are Canada, the United Kingdom, and Mexico. Those with the sense to stay stateside, are keen on California, New York, and Colorado.

For those wanting to emigrate: please get a move on. Don’t let the TSA security turnstile hit your Dem derriere on the way out.

Our economy needs skilled workers, but many of the progressives who constitute the disaffected Harris contingent likely burrow into unproductive government jobs, or become social workers aiding and abetting illegal aliens. They won’t be missed all that much; heck, our economic productivity may even increase in their absence. After all, we now have a builder president, and many of his supporters are equally constructive on America.

As for their preferred destinations, Canada and the United Kingdom make some sense -- from a leftist viewpoint, that is. Both countries rank reasonably highly on various ranking metrics. For what it’s worth, both score reasonably well in the United Nations Human Development Index, which purports to measure achievements in health, education and standard of living.

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three rollers turnstiles barirer from RS Security Co., Ltd(www.szrssecurity.com) Ideal for all types of public locations that require organized passage of pedestrians, such as scenic spots, exhibition halls, movie theaters, docks, train stations, bus stations and other places that require ticket confirmation; locations that require authorized entry such as factory presence, canteen consumption, golf courses, regular monthly card leisure centers, etc; anti-static control areas of electronic factories, units that require rigorous security steps such as face acknowledgment and fingerprint recognition. RS Security Co., Ltd generally produces, establishes and sells access control products, such as waist height turnstile barrier, subway flap turnstile door, dc brushless swing gates turnstile, translation gates barrier, drop arm turnstiles barrier, complete body turnstile door, half high turnstiles barrier, speed turnstile door and other channel gates gate products, and barrier gate, facial face acknowledgment electronic camera, hydraulic bollard, roadway blockers three arms turnstile gate Integrated electronic tickets, access control and attendance, club consumption/catering, anti-static, finger print, palm print, face acknowledgment, iris acknowledgment Integrated application of other series of products; complete stainless steel frame structure, Taibang motor, separately established and produced motion; one-way/two-way turnstile barirer/ swipe to release the lever button and the upper lever is optional, with Counting function can understand RS485 direct communication with the computer system; tripod turnstiles barirer prompts and direction and alarm triggers; automated fall of the pole when power is off and manual fall The pole is optional, and it receives the switch signal to open turnstile barirer; it can be geared up with a card reading control part, and multiple units can be connected to the network; it can be equipped with magnetic card and distance card mix approaches; it can be purchased according to various functional requirements. Do. A completely rainproof box made from alloy aluminum or stainless-steel, compared to the subway flap turnstile gate servo motor swing turnstile gate and other pedestrian passage equipment, three rollers turnstile gate are more economical. It has an individualized installation interface (such as card reader, indicator light installation, etc) to ensure that the system integrator's control turnstile gate devices is simple and practical to install. The movement of the three-stick turnstiles barirer device has an immediately adjusted hydraulic shock absorber. When utilizing the three-stick gates gate operation, the noise is very little and quiet. Impact, turnstile door bar automatically decelerates back to center. The surface area of the motion is plated with yellow dichromate. Can be set with turnstile door device control, a couple of instructions control (set by user). The base is repaired with expansion bolts.

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Swing Door Turnstile is typically called a slap door in the rail transit market. Its barrier body (gate pendulum) remains in the kind of an aircraft with a specific area, perpendicular to the ground, and swings through rotation Implement blocking and release. The products of the obstructing body are commonly stainless-steel, organic glass, and tempered glass. Some also utilize metal plates covered with special versatile products (to reduce the damage caused by hitting pedestrians). Bridge Smart Swing Door Turnstile The more popular name has actually been inherited from the original bridge-shaped structure. It consists of a primary chassis and two movable swing bars. The swing bars can swing 180 ° or 90 ° to achieve the function of discouraging or releasing. Column Swing Barrier Turnstile The appearance of the main devices remains in the kind of a column, which can carry out the same functions as the bridge type Swing Gate. It is characterized by lower cost and less space. RS Security Co., Ltd Main Products: barrier, flap gate, full height gate, swing gate, hydraulic bollard, roadway blocker, access control, face acknowledgment, barrier gate and so on. Application of Swing Barrier Turnstile It is mainly utilized for passage entryway and exit management. Usually, just people are enabled to go through, or people dragging luggage, and disabled individuals. Considering that Swing Gate can attain larger channel qualities than wing gates. Most Swing Door Gate passages can be blended with pedestrians, bicycles, mopeds, handicapped vehicles and other non-motorized automobiles. element Swing Gate structural structure: Swing Door Turnstile consists of chassis, movement, swing arm, control system, infrared sensing unit, It consists of control equipment and other parts. High-end brake Swing Barrier Turnstile includes: chassis, brake movement, control system, infrared sensor, control equipment and other parts (high-end brake Swing Door Turnstile is that it can stop rapidly and efficiently, there is no shaking, no mechanical stuck structure, and the swing arm instantly opens after power failure. It fully complies with fire protection requirements).