#rose valley scam

[banglakhobor]

নুসরতের পাল্টা লকেট, BJP সাংসদের বিরুদ্ধে মারাত্মক অভিযোগে ইডি-র দ্বারস্থ তৃণমূল

কলকাতা: তৃণমূল সাংসদ নুসরাত জাহানের বিরুদ্ধে অভিযোগের পাল্টা তৃণমূলের পক্ষ থেকে অভিযোগ করা হল বিজেপি সাংসদ লকেট চট্টোপাধ্যায় বিরুদ্ধে। শুক্রবার সকালে ইডি দফতরে গিয়ে বিধাননগর পৌর নিগমের তৃণমূল কাউন্সিলর তুলসী সিনহা রায় আইনজীবীদের সঙ্গে নিয়ে লকেটের বিরুদ্ধে এই বিষয়ে অভিযোগ জানান। তিনি জানান, ”ইডি বিভিন্ন তদন্তে যুক্ত হয়েছে, তারা তদন্ত করছে আর আমরা দেখছি এই তদন্তে কিছু বিরোধী দলের লোকেদেরকেই…

[aredredrosebyanyothername]

I hate how tech companies all talk about how they are going to somehow save the world. Then what they actually produce is one of two things, they either recreate something that already exist but much much worse. (most of the time its either buses or trains for some reason. But I have seen some worse ideas, like storing energy via gravity, you know like a damn.) The other option is of course that there is no feasible way to actually create the product and its an outright scam. (Theranos style, but normally they don't get that far.) Sometimes its even both, like Elon Musk's pathetic attempt at a automated taxi service which relies on his self-driving car mechanics that don't work and have killed people. Its also just public transit made by someone who has no understanding of how public transit works, to the extent that I don't think he has ever actually seen a metro or bus (forget riding on it).

[rightnewshindi]

रोज वैली चिटफंड घोटाले के 12 करोड़ लौटाएगी ईडी, सहारा में निवेश करने वालों की बढ़ी आस

सरकारी जांच एजेंसी प्रवर्तन निदेशालय (ED) रोज वैली चिटफंड घोटाले के जमाकर्ताओं को 12 करोड़ रुपये लौटाने की तैयारी कर रही है. ऐसे में सहारा के निवेशकों के लिए भी आस जगी है. क्योंकि, सहारा ग्रुप के संकट में जाने के बाद लाखों लोगों का करोड़ों रुपया अटका हुआ है. हालांकि, इस मामले में भी सरकार सहारा के जमाकर्ताओं का पैसा लौटा रही है. सरकार सहारा समूह के जमाकर्ताओं को रिफंड का पैसा सीआरसीएस पोर्टल के…

[fictionally-driven]

Chapter 2: Purple Sage

pairing: Wriothesley x f! reader

trigger warnings: violence, blood, murder, imprisonment, suggestive, ptsd, mentions of child abuse, false convictions, recovery, anxiety, scamming

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Wriothesley closed the file with a heavy thud, a deep frown etched across his face. (Y/N) was her name; he’d gathered that from the file. She was a florist, which explained why she had seemed quite annoyed about the flowers when she stumbled against him that evening in Fontaine. Her records up until recently were clean—those of a law-abiding citizen. But the last few pages of the file painted a damning picture: she’d been convicted of the murder of a merchant.

The case was laid out methodically, almost too neatly. The merchant, a man with whom (Y/N) had a known feud over business disputes, had met a gruesome end. The bouquet of Lumidouce Bells and edible flowers was sprayed with the toxic concentrate of Lily of the Valley, a deadly concoction. He had touched the flowers, unwittingly transferring the poison onto his skin, and then used the edible flowers to make tea. The poison took its toll swiftly, leaving little room for doubt.

The investigation had moved quickly. The merchant's son-in-law was the first to raise suspicions, his voice ringing loud and clear in the aftermath of the merchant's death. The body was analyzed in the morgue, revealing traces of the toxic concentrate. Vials of similar toxins were found in the backroom of (Y/N)'s flower shop, seemingly sealing her fate. She insisted on her innocence, claiming she had delivered the flowers to a servant, but the evidence was damning. The court sentenced her to twenty-five years in Meropide.

Wriothesley placed the closed file to the side, his fingers drumming thoughtfully on the desk. Everything was too convenient, too perfect in its damning assembly. He had been informed by the Gardes that Sigewinne had taken (Y/N) to the infirmary after she was tricked for her coupons and given stale food. Anyone in Meropide knew the cafeteria food was free, though randomized. How could someone who allegedly planned a murder so meticulously be naive enough to trust strangers with her coupons?

His curiosity piqued, Wriothesley rose from his chair and made his way to the infirmary. The corridors of Meropide were familiar to him like the back of his hand. After all, for most of his life, it had been his home. The metallic clang of doors and the distant murmur of voices faded into the background as he approached the infirmary.

Inside, Sigewinne was at her desk, humming a cheerful tune as she filed paperwork. The Melusine’s small form was a stark contrast to the grim surroundings, her presence a rare beacon of warmth for the inmates of Meropide. A mug filled with what could only be one of her infamous milkshakes sat beside her, its odd color indicative of her peculiar tastes.

"Your Grace!" Sigewinne beamed as he entered, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Would you like a milkshake? I made it myself."

Wriothesley chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head. “No, thank you, Sigewinne. I think I’ll pass.”

Sigewinne’s milkshakes were notorious in Meropide for their peculiar ingredients, which she swore by for their health benefits. Wriothesley had tried them multiple times, and it had taken all his self-control not to gag. He couldn't help but wonder what bizarre ingredients she had blended this time.

"How is she?" he asked, his tone softening.

Sigewinne glanced towards one of the infirmary beds where (Y/N) lay, her face pale and drawn. “She’s resting now. I’ve given her something to settle her stomach and some proper food to regain her strength.” Her expression softened. “She was in pretty bad shape when I brought her in. Dehydration, fatigue, stress… you name it. I have also given something for the blisters on her palms."

Wriothesley walked over to (Y/N)'s bedside, his gaze taking in her fragile state. Even in her weakened condition, there was a quiet strength in her features. His mind drifted back to their encounter in Fontaine. She had been full of life then, her eyes sparking with annoyance and fire. Now, they were closed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"Thank you, Sigewinne," he said, turning back to the Melusine. "Keep an eye on her for me, will you. I have a feeling she’ll need any assistance she can get here to get back on her feet." Wriothesley moved closer, his presence imposing yet gentle. He could see the faint lines of worry on (Y/N)'s forehead, the dark circles under her eyes. She had clearly been through an ordeal.

(Y/N)'s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. Then recognition dawned, and she stiffened, clearly remembering their previous encounter. "You," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Wriothesley nodded. "Yes, it's me. I'm Wriothesley, the Warden of Meropide."

Her eyes widened in shock and horror, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I'm so sorry about your shoes..."

He glanced down at his boots, now cleaned and showing no signs of the events from earlier. "Don't worry about it," he said, waving her apology away. "It's just a pair of shoes, they’re all cleaned up."

She tried to sit up, but Wriothesley clicked his tongue, gently pressing her back down. "Rest. Rest here as long as Sigewinne allows you to. After all, the mattresses here in the infirmary are far more comfortable than the ones in the dorms." He paused, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "But don't tell anyone I said that. I’d get into trouble as the Warden for admitting such things."

A chuckle escaped her lips, a small but genuine sound that seemed to lighten the room as he wiped away the remaining tears from her cheeks.

Wriothesley’s expression softened further. "How many coupons did you lose earlier?"

Her gaze wavered, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. He repeated his question, his voice gentle. "You won't get into any trouble, (Y/N). Just tell me who tricked you."

Her gaze became downcast, avoiding his eyes. "I... I don't remember their names," she stammered.

Wriothesley could see she was lying, her eyes wavering and unable to meet his gaze. He decided not to press further. "How much did you lose?" he asked again.

"200," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Wriothesley sighed. He had seen her records and knew that it was her first wage from the production zone. Even now, when she had the opportunity to lie about the credit coupons to inflate their number, she stuck to the truth. He reached into his pocket and handed her 200 coupons.

She shook her head, her eyes widening. "I can't take these," she protested.

"Yes, you can," he insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"No, really, I can't," she said, pushing the coupons back towards him. "I don't deserve them."

Wriothesley clicked his tongue again, shaking his head. "You're not in a position to refuse help. Take the coupons. Consider it as me compensating it for damaging your flowers a few days ago.”

"But—" she started.

"No buts," he interrupted. "You need these more than I do."

She hesitated, her hand trembling as she finally took the coupons. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Wriothesley nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just get some rest and recover. We'll figure out the rest later."

(Y/N) let out a very shaky breath, covering her eyes with the back of her arm. Wriothesley could see her lips quiver, understanding that she was holding back her tears. He understood the need for composure despite her vulnerable state.

“It was all a mistake,” she stammered, her voice breaking. “I shouldn’t be here. I… I didn’t kill anyone!”

Wriothesley didn’t respond immediately, the weight of his position pressing down on him. As the Warden, he was expected to remain impartial, to enforce the law without bias. But his conscience whispered that there was truth in her words, something in her demeanor that spoke of sincerity and desperation.

“Be that as it may,” he said carefully, choosing his words with deliberate precision, “if what you say is true, it will eventually come to light. The truth has a way of surfacing, and when it does, you will be a free person.”

(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. “Who knows how long that will take,” she muttered, frustration lacing her voice.

Wriothesley hummed in agreement. “I can’t change the verdict that’s been passed, but I can assure you that Meropide isn’t as terrible as the surface world makes it out to be.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and sorrow. “My experience says otherwise,” she shot back, her voice rising slightly. “I dislike it here. It’s so gloomy, and the constant metal clanking noises startle me. People are rude and hostile. There’s no sunlight, no fresh air, and not a single plant or a shred of greenery here that isn’t mold!” Her words tumbled out in a tense ramble, each complaint pouring from her as if a dam had burst. “Here, everything is gray and lifeless. No offense.”

Wriothesley chuckled softly at her last remark. “Of all the things you could list, you’re concerned about the lack of plants?”

She looked at him, her eyes fierce despite the tears brimming in them. “You’d be surprised how plants can liven up even the dreariest environments,” she retorted. “I miss my flowers and plants. They brought me peace, a sense of normalcy. Even in the worst of times, they were a constant.”

Wriothesley nodded thoughtfully, her words resonating with him. "I suppose you're right," he conceded. "Plants do have a way of brightening up a space."

(Y/N) sighed, the tension in her body slowly ebbing away. "I miss my shop, my work…" she murmured, more to herself than to him. "The smell of fresh flowers, the way the sun would filter through the windows in the morning. It was my sanctuary."

Wriothesley leaned against the infirmary bed, his arms crossed. "Tell me about it," he encouraged, sensing that talking might help ease her distress.

She glanced at him, surprise flickering in her eyes. But she took a deep breath and began. "It wasn't much, just a small shop in a quiet part of Fontaine that I inherited from my grandmother. I grew all the plants myself, tended to them every day. There were always fresh bouquets in the window, and people would come in just to admire them, even if they didn't buy anything. I loved seeing their faces light up. There was this one little girl who would visit every week, just to smell the flowers. It was... peaceful."

Wriothesley listened intently, picturing the vibrant little shop she described. "Sounds like a lovely place," he said softly.

"It was," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "And now... it's all gone."

Wriothesley leaned closer, his expression softening. "Don't give up hope yet," he urged. "If you were wrongfully convicted, then I have faith in the Iudex of Fontaine to uncover the truth. Chief Justice Neuvillette is no longer reliant on the Oratrice. He's thorough and fair. If there is evidence to prove your innocence, he will find it."

She looked at him, a flicker of hope mingling with her lingering despair. "But what if it takes too long? What if it never happens?" she whispered, her voice fragile.

"Once you've recovered and feel well-rested," Wriothesley continued, "come see me in my office. We'll talk more about your case and see what we can do to get you a fair review."

(Y/N) nodded slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wriothesley turned to Sigewinne, who had been silently watching their exchange. He gave the Melusine a nod, a silent request to take good care of (Y/N). "Keep an eye on her," he said, his voice gentle. "Make sure she gets the care she needs."

"Of course, Your Grace," Sigewinne replied with a warm smile. "She'll be well looked after."

With one last glance at (Y/N), Wriothesley left the infirmary, his mind already racing with thoughts and plans. As he walked through the familiar corridors of Meropide, he mentally prepared himself to write to Neuvillette. He knew that if anyone could uncover the truth, it was Neuvillette. The man's dedication to justice was unparalleled.

Arriving at his office, Wriothesley sat down at his desk, pulling out parchment and ink. His thoughts were focused, determined. He wrote to Neuvillette first, outlining the details of (Y/N)'s case and his concerns about the evidence that seemed too neatly arranged. He trusted Neuvillette's judgment and knew that if anyone could see through a potential miscarriage of justice, it was the Chief Justice.

Next, he penned a request to the Spina di Rosula, something that was second nature to him despite remaining elusive to its boss. He’d often contacted them to make requests for material and goods for Meropide and this time was no different.

Sealing the letters, Wriothesley leaned back in his chair. (Y/N) deserved justice, and he was committed to doing everything in his power to ensure that the truth was uncovered. Meropide might be a place of punishment, but it was also a place where hope could still thrive in the form of second chances and a reset, whichever was to one’s liking. He handed the letters to his trusted Gardes as he retired for the day.

The corridors of Meropide seemed a little less cold as he made his way back to his quarters. The clang of metal doors and the murmur of voices faded into the background, his thoughts focused on the task ahead. He would ensure that (Y/N)'s voice was heard, and that if she was indeed innocent, she would find her freedom once more.

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[horrornvnfan]

Reagent #2145 - Brooke Pierson

Meet Brooke Pierson, a young woman from Sun Valley, Nevada! She and her twin sister, Beck Pierson, were admitted into the Sinyala Facility at the same time, and thanks to Brooke's persuasion of a few guards, they reside in the same Sleep Room!

[I'll post more about my Reagents going forward, check the tags]

Appearance Notes:

Big, fluffy, well-maintained brown hair.

Red-Magenta tank top, nylon material with a little cleavage hole.

Maroon red shorts, roomy.

Black knee pads and elbow pads.

Dark brown boots, leather straps around her calves and attached to her socks for fashion.

Jangly bracelets, two on each wrist. Yes, they make noise.

Black leather choker necklace with a silver loop.

Her upper right arm has a detailed tattoo of a red rose.

Brooke often wears make-up that she gets from the ring of contraband items (she's great for Doris's business, though often resells things and scams other Reagents)

[rainbowxocs]

TW: Mentions of religious trauma and child abuse.

Notes by the greatest guy ever~ Me of course.

Name: Michael Elizabeth Ansley.

My parents thought I was going to be a girl- So they had to change my name at the last minute.

Alt Name: Michael Morningstar. Barf-

Special Titles: Crown Prince of Hell, Michael Morningstar. Also Barf. Dr. Michael Ansley, False God, Narrator.

Old Titles: “M”, “God”, “Lord of Darkness”. ALSO Barf-

Username: theliteralantichrist

Nicknames: Mikey, “Emo Boy”, Hero.

Age: 27.

Pronouns: He/They/Rot.

Sexuality: Gay.

Gender: Nonbinary, Gendervoid, HolyGoric. I would describe my gender as a rotting corpse to be honest-

Species: Hybrid (Antichrist.)

Disorders: Panic Disorder, CPTSD, Autism, Insomnia, Bipolar 2, ASPD, Anorexia, Checking OCD, Suicide Ideation.

Physical Disabilities: Blind, Chronic Pain.

Recovering Addictions: LSD, Alcohol, Mushrooms, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vape).

Religion: Atheist. Religions are scams, which I of all people should know-

Job: None, At the moment. ……

Current Major: Pediatrics.

Degrees: Psychology Degree.

Lives in: WV, America, 2034. Country roads.. take me home..

Languages: English.

Height: 4’9” >:( (Usually is about 5’4” WITH MY PLATFORMS!!!)

Race: White.

Ethnicity: Demonic.

Accent: Soft, Southern.

Monster Form: Sharp Claws, Sharp Teeth, Boney Elongated Form, Big Horns, Animalistic.

I don’t like this form..

Powers: Time Travel, Teleporting, Telekinesis, Fire Manipulation, Flight, Summoning, Sucking Life Force/Souls, Hypnosis, Possession, Strings, Necromancy, Omens, Shapeshifting, Mass Destruction.

If I wasn’t lazy I could probably take over the world.

Weapons: Knives, Scissors.

Strings Form: Pink Spiderweb.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Text Color: Pink, Red when Upset.

Main Animal: Dog.

Main Hobbies: Sewing, Video Games, Fashion/Dressing Up, Crafting, Knitting, Needlefelting.

I like doing things hands on.. It gives me something to do.

Diet: Carnivorous, Raw Diet.

Whether I eat meat or raw meat is a different story- Strawberries are really tasty.

Favorite Drink: Strawberry Shortcake Coffee, Strawberry Chocolate Tea, Hwache, Strawberry Boba, Strawberry Monster Energy.

Favorite Fruit: Watermelon.

Favorite Meal: Pork Brains, Steak Tartar, Gumbo, Sashimi, Spaghetti, Katsudon, Dinosaur Nuggets and Fries, Pancakes, Fruit Sandwiches, Sago Soup.

Favorite Candy: White Chocolate, Gummy Worms, Salt Water Taffy, Konpieto.

Favorite Dessert: Strawberry Shortcake, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Gingerbread Cookies, Strawberry Icecream, Dirt Cake, Pavlova.

Favorite Flower: Pink Forget Me Nots.

Scent: Rose Cologne, Barbie Detangler.

Why do you need to know this about me-

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Black, Sometimes Red.

Birthday: December 25th 2007 (Capricorn)

My birthday is… kind of ironic…

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Wrote his very own Bible for his religion, has a stuffed animal collection, Has a magical girl collection.

Special Interests: Stardew, Minecraft, Slime Rancher, Animal Crossing, The Sims, Pokémon, Coraline, My Little Pony, Moomin Valley, Strawberry Shortcake, Fairy Princess Minky Momo, Sanrio. :)

Stims: Handflapping, Mouse Cheese, Sensory Cube, Pink Tangle, Pop it Game.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Comfort Objects: Cat Plush, Cow Pillow Pets, Pink Slime Plush, Pokémon plushies, Killer (Teddy Bear), Gloomy Bear, Bluey Plush.

My Pokémon Team!:

In Games:

Animal Crossing:

Stardew Valley:

(Credit to this portrait maker)

Minecraft Skin: LINK

Family:

Lucifer Morningstar, Elijah Morningstar. (Fathers.) ……

Lilith Morningstar. (Stepmother)

Raven Ansley. (Mother.) :)

Ezequiel Ansley. (Stepfather)

Melanie Ansley (Aunt) …….

Lucy Ferr, Sin Morningstar. (Half Siblings.)

Alexander Leverett. (Adoptive Brother) (Strained.) …..

Immanuel Ansley. (Adoptive Sibling.) (Strained)

Sam Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.) (Strained)

Micah Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.) (Strained)

Friends: None. ……..

Romance: None. …….

Enemies: The Starlings.

Pets:

Danger (Tarantula)

Princess (Skeleton Cat)

Brief Personality: Mikey acts tough. For his entire life he has had to manipulate in order to survive. He can usually get what he wants with little effort. But he is, deeply troubled.. Usually he is incredibly chatty but lately he’s just been.. quiet.. He no longer seems to care about much, he’d rather just sit in the silence.

Brief Backstory:

Michael was born out of a prophecy. He was destined to destroy heaven and the earth. However for the time being he was born to his mother and “Father”..

Mikey had a pretty normal childhood for the most part. He was a good kid, he went to church, he played with his toys and didn’t make much of a fuss. However, as he grew older weird occurrences would happen around Michael.

His mother didn’t seem worried. But everyone else noticed the birds dying around him, the water becoming blood, bad omens seemed to follow the child. And it culminated in Michael’s house burning down with his mother and “Father” inside. He was the only survivor.

His aunt was given custody of him.. He didn’t know it at the time but he was not responsible for the fire. However everyone believed he was. He was forced to repent over and over and over and over to get rid of his “sins”, to get rid of the demons inside of him.

Michael felt hollow.. He felt the judging eyes of everyone on him. No matter how good of a kid he was he felt destined to be evil. It felt like the omens were getting worse and worse as he got older and older.

The church held an intervention for Michael. They told him that he wasn’t good enough, that God was disappointed in him. The demons were still inside him because he let them stay inside. He began to cry and say that wasn’t true and that he wanted to pure he wanted to be good.

The church members took him into the baptistery and forced him under the water, waterboarding him over and over again to try and get him to “repent for his sins” and that the holy water will cleanse him of his omens.

Over and over again he was forced underneath the water, he kept screaming but the water kept filling his lungs, when he finally was able to get some air. He felt this righteous anger fill his entire body, and he attacked the people who had forced him underneath the water.

He attacked the church leaders and in the struggle they gauged out his eyes. And stabbed him. Pushing him deep into the baptism water, as his blood filled the pool it turned a dark black color. And he ascended from the baptism a monster.

Michael killed everyone. The people in the church, his aunt, everyone. Everyone who had hurt him. Everyone who had forced him into bowing before a god who would never forgive him. This “awakened” something inside of him, a power he never knew he had. And he began to crave meat.

He became the monster the church thought he was. And he ran away. And he decided that he would become a god, if a god who watched him get tortured by the heads of his religion then he could easily become one.

He created a cult, Ascensionism. He being the god, and his subjects being his eyes. He saw through them, and when it was finally time they would ascend and become his food. Becoming one with their god.

After many years in the cult however he eventually feels.. empty inside.. He begins to question what the hell he is doing and disbands the cult. He goes on a long journey of soul searching, trying to figure out who he is, what he is, etc. and one could argue he is still on that journey now even tho he is much healthier than he was back then.

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Hello beloved readers! Scrolling through my writing tag whenever I want to reference something is, uh...no longer feasible unless it's really recent. Solution? Masterpost! :D (MCYT fics only though, because my YYH stuff is from 5+ years ago and I don't expect I'll be free of this blockman brainrot anytime soon.)

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[odnewsin]

Charges framed against persons, entities involved in multi-state Rose Valley chit fund scam

Bhubaneswar: The special court under the Prevention of Money Laundering Act (PMLA) here has framed charges against individuals and entities involved in the multi-state Rose Valley chit fund scam, informed the Enforcement Directorate (ED), Bhubaneswar Zonal office in a press release Thursday. As per a press statement, the agency had earlier attached moveable properties worth Rs 332 Crore in 2014…

[rosesradio]

second entry for the @allvalley100 prompt Magic!

"I don't know what kinda nerdy magic math shit you're doing, but I can't do it." a 17-year-old Johnny complained one afternoon in study hall. Nothing like having to work with the guy who not only kicked your ass, but was also really good at math.

Daniel looked at him thoughtfully. "Let me teach you some spells, then."

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"I swear, it's like you're doing magic when you work through these," a 43-year-old Johnny groaned. He'd rather do anything than be back in school, but he looked around his apartment...he had to provide a better life for Robby.

"Let me teach you some spells, then." Daniel smiled kindly.

[sonita0526]

रोज वैली चिट फंड घोटाला मामले में ईडी ने 3 कंपनियों की संपत्ति अटैच की; एक कंपनी अभिनेता शाहरूख खान से जुड़ी

रोज वैली चिट फंड घोटाला मामले में ईडी ने 3 कंपनियों की संपत्ति अटैच की; एक कंपनी अभिनेता शाहरूख खान से जुड़ी

नई दिल्ली. पश्चिम बंगाल के बहुचर्चित रोज वैली चिट फंड घोटाला मामले में केंद्रीय एजेंसी ईन्फोर्समेंट डाइरेक्टरेट (ईडी) ने तीन कंपनियों के करीब 70 करोड़ रुपए की सपंत्ति अटैच की है। इनमें आईपीएल क्रिकेट टीम के प्रमोटर शाहरूख खान की कंपनी भी जुड़ी है। इन कंपनियों में मल्टीपल रिसोर्ट्स प्रा. लि., कोलकाता स्थित सेंट जेवियर्स कॉलेज और नाइटराइडर्स स्पोर्ट्स प्रा. लि. शामिल हैं।

ईडी ने एक बयान में कहा कि…

[vilaspatelvlogs]

Saradha Scam में बढ़ सकती हैं ममता की मुश्किलें, CBI ने SC में दायर की अवमानना याचिका

Saradha Scam में बढ़ सकती हैं ममता की मुश्किलें, CBI ने SC में दायर की अवमानना याचिका

नई दिल्ली: शारदा चिटफंड घोटाला (Saradha Chit Fund Scam) एक बार फिर पश्चिम बंगाल में राजनीतिक पारा बढ़ा सकता है. शारदा चिटफंड घोटाले में सीबीआई (CBI) ने सुप्रीम कोर्ट में एक अवमानना याचिका दायर की है, इसमें सुप्रीम कोर्ट (Supreme Court) ने कहा है कि पश्चिम बंगाल के मुख्यमंत्री राहत कोष से तारा टीवी के कर्मचारियों को नियमित रूप से 23 महीने तक भुगतान किया गया. तारा टीवी शारदा समूह के हस्से के रूप…

[simons-temple-of-eros]

𝓣he 𝓢cientific 𝓜ethod  || ReaderxStanford Pines Fic

|| Chapter 1 - Terra Incognita ||

(( a/n: consider this the trial phase of this chapter, i’m still not especially happy with the latter half of this chapter and feel like it might be too short. i might end up fixing this up a bit before posting it to my Ao3...

notes for this fic: this series is going to be a bit more personalized than my usual reader x ford fics. they/them and he/him pronouns will be used a bunch, as well as other masc terms and while it won’t really apply for a while, the reader here is AFAB. usually i’d try to keep my reader fics as gender neutral as possible, but since i have to see so many reader fics tailered towards women i’d figured ‘fuck it’, here’s one for my fellow guys/nb guys!)) .｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

You stand before the door of the apartment. It looked more like a large mansion, dark and old and covered in moss, and yet despite all this the enormous building instead filled you with a sense of curiosity.

You weren't sure if you thought of yourself as any sort of special person, as someone who was particularly 'clever' or 'bright', often too distracted by the little pieces of the world and missing the bigger picture, a lone writer in the plastic beaches, publishing stories for nobody.

Yet the invitation that arrived at your door, sealed with a rose like something out of a story book, begged to differ. Addressed to your name, it explained that the sender had read some of your writings about the world, complimenting your writing ability as well as your 'ability to see beyond what your eyes could perceive' which was a compliment you didn't hear everyday but still made you feel appreciated.

Making your way to the small Oregon town was a surreal affair, watching the scenery outside the windows of the buses and cab you had taken morph from the dry browns and oranges of the heat-stricken wastelands to the dark jewel tones and cloudy atmosphere of the woods.

Rereading the curly script of the letter, you considered the possibility that it was all a scam. Or a prank. Some Prince-of-Nigeria-esque scheme to rip-off a local writer and make them think they're going to be invited to some high caliber meeting of great minds only to rip the rug from underneath them and record their reactions for internet cred. It'd be a lot of effort for a cheap laugh, that's for sure. But as some nobody in silicon valley, you figured you had nothing to lose by checking it out.

Once you had stepped out of the cab, you were greeted by the cool, woodsy breeze which was a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of your previous home. Taking in the scent of morning dew and pine needles, you figured you could get used to this.

Then came the moment of truth. Preparing for the possibility of being laughed at and going back to the concrete hellscape you came from, you approached the dark walnut door and, taking a breath to steady your wits, gave the door a good knocking. Not just a knock, a good few gay knocks.

After a few moments, you could hear approaching footsteps from inside and the door swung open to reveal a greying man in a very showman-like suit. The kind of suit you'd expect on a magician type or similar such event, all red and black.

"Hey, you're not part of the IRS, are ya?" He had questioned in lieu of a greeting.

"Nope! The IRS are a tool of the bourgeoisie." You had answered, mostly unfazed by the strange man's question. Because hey, what was some harmless tax evasion in the grand scheme of things?

((Author's Note: I am a good citizen and always do my taxes. Remember to stay in drugs and say no to school, kids!))

"Mm, good enough for me." The man grunted in reply. He then turned towards the inside of the mansion and called out, "Hey Sixer, your nerd friend is here for your nerd sleepover!"

Your curiosity was further piqued as you heard another, less gruff voice call back, "It's not a sleepover, Stan, for the billionth time!"

In just a few moments, you were greeted by the sight of another male. He appeared to be related to the man who opened the door as they shared many similar features. However, this man's hair appeared to be fluffier, sporting a lighter grey stripe across the middle. He also seemed to have a more chiseled chin and rather than wearing a magician like suit, he sported a dark maroon turtleneck paired with some black pants and accenting the look was a long, cream colored coat.

Normally you'd wonder why he was wearing a coat when he was inside, but damn if he didn't pull it off.

"Hello there! You received my letter, I assume? My name is Stanford Pines, and the man you just talked to is my brother, Stanley Pines." He greeted enthusiastically, reaching to shake your hand. You didn't hesitate to give his hand a shy shake as you gave him your own name in turn.

"You must be freezing out there, do come in. I'd like to show you around." Pulling your jacket around your shoulders, you were all too happy to oblige, following the man into the warmth of the strange house. Little did you realize just what you were getting yourself into...

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When Stanford had first spotted his new research partner, he couldn't help but be surprised by who had arrived. The scientist had been expecting a greying, sort of stuffy academic type. What he hadn't expected was a fairly short, scruffy looking yet simultaneously soft looking androgynous individual waiting at the door.

Not to say that he was put-off by this! If anything, something about your appearance had piqued the man's curiosity. When he had discovered one of your written pieces about an eldritch god lurking within a mirror at a thrift store, he had quickly made himself familiar with the rest of your works, finding a charm in your sardonic yet passionate way of describing things. Yet, having you here, standing before him and fixing him with radiant eyes that he found himself almost getting lost in he knew he would have to get to know you on a much more... personal level.

He shook himself out of these thoughts. He couldn't be thinking this about a colleague! This meeting was supposed to be professional. Silently chastising himself, Stanford busied himself with helping you remove your coat.

"Thank you, Stanford." You had said, unaware of the man's brief internal conflict.

"Just Ford is fine." He had responded, quickly putting said coat in a nearby closet. Soon enough, the tour had began and you followed the older male as he patiently explained the rooms and their purposes.

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"Over there is the main kitchen and dining room. You're free to help yourself to food if you need anything." He gestured to said rooms, the kitchen and dining room having a sort of antique, cabin feel to it, with a few candles at the table as well as a few empty mugs.

"Or you can be like poindexter here and live on nothing but coffee for days and crash." Came a sarcastic comment from Stan which Ford ignored.

The tour went on for a little longer as the silver haired researcher showed you to different areas in the common area of the mansion. From the living room with a tv and some love seats as well as a record player with various records beside it, to the kitchen and dining hall which seemed like it was equipped to cook many a dish but was evidently pretty empty at the moment.

"Ah yes, my other colleague went out to get some groceries, she'll probably arrive back later." Ford had said in explanation as you checked the almost bare fridge.

"You two nerds would live on chocolate and coffee if I wasn't here to feed you!" Came Stan's jab from another room.

Later on, after showing you where a closet and a bathroom was, you eventually were shown the main research room. The room was warmly lit and had several wooden chairs and soft ones. There were multiple tables around, often covered with books, notes, little curiosities and empty mugs and there were plenty of shelves full of old books with covers of dark reds, browns and jewel tones with gold accents.

"Since this room is a bit far from the living room and dining room, it had the benefit of being quieter, making this a good place to focus on research." He explained, while you shyly marveled at the neat little bits of mystical looking pieces all around the place.

"Looks like you've found a lot of neat stuff." You commented. Ford chuckled in response and spoke,

"Well, they weren't easy to find. Some of them had gotten us in some dangerous situations, like that time with the mothman..." He shook himself. "I suppose we'll have time to tell stories later on, I'll show you your room now."

You two walk outside and you're shown to the room you will be calling your home for the future. On the left side from the front door and a few steps up lead you to the simple yet ornate front door, Stanford handing you some old looking golden keys and a soft expression.

"You'd probably like some time to unpack. Once you've finished you're welcome to join me for a cup of tea- I mean, If you'd be willing to that is!" You can't help a smile at the man's flustered demeanor, not realizing the way the little action only makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply.

"That'd be nice." You reply. The moment seems to go on with you and Ford waiting for each other to make some sort of move before finally the older man gives a rushed farewell and waltzes off and you take your own leave with your things into your new homeplace.

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Meanwhile, back inside, the local genius finds himself with his face in his hands, not having to see a mirror to know he was probably a good few shades of pink.

Despite all his experiences in different fields of academia, this strange effect you seemed to have on him baffled and confused the usually well versed man.

Just the sight of you smiling, the simply expression seeming to make the whole world that much warmer and brighter, was enough to make Ford feel like he needed to protect you from the worst of the world. To hold you close and never let go again.

Great Axolotl, he wasn't going to survive the week.

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[monicasharmalove]

CBI questions Kolkata top cop, ex-TMC MP in Saradha, Rose Valley scams

Current Affairs:

The CBI has been questioning Kolkata Police Commissioner Rajeev Kumar and former TMC MP Kunal Ghosh by making them sit face to face at the probe agency's office here in connection with the Saradha chit fund and Rose Valley scams, officials.

The marathon questioning of Kumar, that began at 10.30 am, was still on at 9.30 pm when this report was filed.

The questioning by the CBI, being done as per the directions of the Supreme Court, continued for the second day on Sunday.

A two-member CBI team, who are the Investigating Officers in the Saradha and Rose Valley scams, arrived here in the afternoon.

Kumar and Ghosh were grilled in the initial period by a 10-member team of the CBI, the officials said.

The Kolkata Police chief was quizzed for nearly nine hours on Saturday by three senior CBI officers about his alleged role in tampering of crucial evidence in the case, they said.

Kumar had led the special investigation team (SIT) formed by West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee to probe the Saradha scam before the case was handed over to the CBI by the apex court.

Officials in Delhi said the CBI has not acceded to the demand of Kumar to have his questioning session videographed.

[journal-of-an-outlaw]

Price to be Paid

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Chapter 6

Waking up was a chore. Your head was pounding from the almost all night party, and you groaned while you pulled your blanket over your head. Who thought it was a good idea to sleep outside? Damn the sun and its infernal brightness. 

Little Jack was splashing around in the water barrel near your tent which woke you up. He was holding a little wooden boat and pretending it was crashing through the make believe waves. 

After you debated with yourself, you decided to move back to your tent. You dragged the bedroll past Jack who just stared, and slowly threw the soft padding into your tent. Someone outside laughed but you couldn’t care less who it was. All you could think about was sleeping off this damn hangover. 

A few hours later you felt vaulgey better and decided to grab some coffee. The sun was halfway through the sky, but it wasn’t like anyone else had noticed the day was creeping by; only half of the camp was conscious. Hosea was eating lunch at the main table. 

You grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at the old campfire. No one had bothered to light it yet and you stared at the ashes. 

“Jesus, YN. You look like hell.” 

Charles stood above you. Looking up was painful and you couldn’t bend your neck for too long. You grunted and motioned to the spot next to you, causing Charles to laugh softly at you. The splitting pain in your head was now just a constant throb that you could try and ignore while the two of you talked.

“I was hoping I could hunt today, but everyone here looks like shit. No offense, but you included.”

“I feel like hell, so none taken.” The thought of being on a moving horse made your stomach turn, so you drank your coffee in peace. “I’m happy hunting with my bow, but I can’t go today. Could you wait until tomorrow?” Charles contemplated, and finally agreed to wait until the next day to ride out. You wanted to get some supplies from Valentines anyways. 

A little while later, John emerged from his shared tent with Abigail and sauntered over. 

“YN! How are you today?” You groaned again as the loud voice rattled around you brain making it hard to think. “I’m heading into town to look at some livestock, y'all need anything?”

“Actually, I’ll join you John. I need some supplies for hunting." You stood and stretched, then dumped the remaining coffee into the old fire. 

The two of you walked over to the horses, and he jumped onto his brown bay and you hesitated. “John, mind if I ride with ya? I’m looking to buy my own horse in town today.” He held his arm out without hesitation and pulled you up. 

The ride in was short and bumpy, and you tried not to vomit all over John. The hangover pain was almost gone by the time you were dropped you off on the main road which was a blessing, and you waved as John rode back to the outskirts to look at the livestock scam he had started cooking. 

When you walked into the general store, a familiar ding met your ears. The shopkeeper smiled and waved you over. “Come, see this new coffee brand we have!” You browsed the wares and picked out what you needed. A few cans of food, some oil to clean your bow, little objects. Nothing that you couldn’t carry back incase the horse was gone. 

While in the shop you treated yourself to a bag of candy as well, thinking you deserved some sweets for that wicked hangover.

After you popped a piece in your mouth you walked into the stables. “Hey, mister! Is that gray mare still available?” The man waved you in and motioned to the stall she was in. You rushed over and she was just as stunning as you had remembered.

Standing tall, the mare bent her nose and nibbled your fingers for a treat. Her coat was soft and shiny under your fingers as you stroked her neck. At full height she was 16.2 hands with her head high above your own. Her grey body gave way to a white tail and mane, and small socks around her hooves.

“For a pretty young thing like you? I can do a price of $9.50.”

Despite the inappropriate look, it was a good price so you paid him and left. She rode beautifully and you were so excited to finally have a horse of your own. “Heyaw!” You kicked her sides and she started galloping out of town and you headed north. 

The landscape changed more mountainous under her light feet. You debated what to call her. Names from your novels ran through your head, some better than others. Greek Gods? Other gunslingers? You finally settled on Eclipse. Something about the mysterious phenomenon called you. She galloped on and on, never faltering as you tried to test her limits. Finally you stopped to rest near a beautiful stream bed and let Eclipse get a drink. You brushed her and hoisted your skirt up to your knees to wade into the cool water for a few moments and ease your mind. 

Over the past few months your life had changed so much. Leaving Blackwater, living with a gang, killing someone, it was all a lot to process. You were smart, resourceful, and brave. Three things your always admired about yourself. Seeing the change and growth you've already made, there was no way you could ever look back at the life you left far behind.

It was late that night when you got back into camp. Your new horse Eclipse made you so happy, and she whinnied appreciatively you finally took her saddle off for the night. She joined the other horses to graze easily.

Heading back towards your tent you ran into Jack again. He eyed the candy you had bought so you shared a few pieces with him happily. He giggled and shyly looked at you. “What are you hiding, Jack?”

“Momma and Pop said you were dancing with Uncle Arthur.”

“We did dance, but don’t worry it didn’t mean anything.” 

He smiled. “My Pa and Ma met when they danced. Are you going to marry Uncle Arthur?” 

You gagged on the candy you had just popped into your mouth, and were completely mortified when Arthur himself walked over to the two of you sitting near the overlook. 

“Jack! Are you bothering that nice lady?”

“No, Uncle Arthur. Just eating candy.” He smiled at you coyly, and ran off when Arthur started chasing him. Arthur came back to plop down next to you in front of the log. 

“Candy?” you offered. He reached in and pulled out a piece. “I’m a sucker for candy, can’t ever say no.”

“Really?” he looked at you, “I never took you for having a sweet tooth.”

You laughed and pulled the bag back to yourself. “I went into town today with John. Got that mare I’ve had my eye on.”

Arthur looked back at the group of animals and you pointed out Eclipse. He nodded approvingly. "I know you said you'd go, but no one was up for much of anything this morning. Nearly showed John my whole breakfast again after that bumpy ride into town."

"'S no bother. Glad you got it worked out. I, uh, didn't get up for a long while this morning. Damn whiskey nearly killed me. Although ridin’ anywhere with Marston will usually end with the same result." 

You wrinkled your nose at the mention of the drink. "Whiskey always makes me sick. Can't stand it at all." 

He chuckled softly, "Can't be a real outlaw until you have at least one awful whiskey night, YN." 

"Maybe sometime. Takes awhile to get over a smell like that though…" 

Unknowingly your hand fluttered to your ribs, a phantom ache from where your father liked to land his drunk fists. It had been months since his last episode and all the bruises had long since faded. But the memory still lingered and you thought it always would. 

Arthur turned to face you, then suggested you move somewhere away from the main camp. You settled on your favorite stop to look out to the valley as the moon climbed up the sky, and sat down on a log.

“YN...why you still here?” he said it cautiously, like you would bolt at any moment. It struck you wrong and you stood to leave feeling this was going badly, but he put his hands up and continued. “Not like, here here, but...you coulda gone back to Blackwater after your side healed from the bullet. What’s kept you from that?”

Finally understanding, you sat back down and put your head in the palm of your hand to think. 

“I...I’m not sure. I guess I could have gone off on my own, not that I woulda lasted long,” you laughed shortly, “but I love this...family you have here. Sometimes I feel like a voyeur, wishing to be more than just halfway accepted.” The next part felt hard to admit, but you rushed forward anyways.  

“My home was nothing like this. In fact it was the opposite. All I ever wanted was to be on the other side of that little window at home, looking in and dreaming what could be instead of lying awake in the dark in fear of it. I would give anything to unknow what that version of family felt like. To keep walking and let that moment of life just pass me by.” Arthur watched you with an inscrutable expression. 

“I like to see the good in folks, Mr. Morgan. I try real hard to believe that people are born good, and hold that in their heart. Not that I’m naive about life, sure. I know I'm living with a group of outlaws. Michah laughed when I said something similar, but ain’t it important to believe in something? To truly believe?” 

“Miss Moore, you almost sound like Dutch. 'Course we ain't all good, but I think you are gonna get along here just fine if you keep believin’ like that,” his face was hard to read, but Arthur had a flush in his cheeks that you knew wasn’t from a drink. 

The two of you moved closer, your confession hanging heavy in the air about the goodness in men’s hearts. 

Arthur dipped his head and you angled your chin up to his, all the while feeling your heart beat like it was about to come right out of your chest. His hand moved to cover yours, and in that heated moment Pearson chose to beat a metal dish with his wooden spoon. 

“Food’s ready! Come grab it while it’s hot!” 

“Jesus!” The word burst from your lips. Pearson had popped the bubble of you and Arthur, and the moment was gone. Your eyes held the gaze you had been sharing, and a small half smile formed on your lips. Arthur squeezed your hand in his then rose without a word and walked off. 

It took a few minutes to compose yourself but not long after you followed, hungry for the stew cooking away. Abigail was near and she called you to join her at a table.  

“How did John’s livestock scam go today? He was kind enough to bring me into town but I never heard how it ended.”

She stirred the soup around before answering. “I’m not too sure. He won’t talk to me about such goings. I’m not honestly sure if I want to know.” 

“I’m sure it’s for some silly reason like keeping you safe, Abigail. He’s a good man.”

Abigail sighed heavily, watching Jack run in the background of the camp. “For all our sakes, YN, I hope you’re right.” 

Much later in your tent you finished one of the books you had found in town. A silly little novel, but in the glow of the lamplight the romantic ending made you feel safe and warm. As you lay down you ran your fingers over the cover that was illustrated with a rose. 

“YN? You still up?” The voice was no more than a raised whisper coming from outside the flap. You sat up and warily moved towards the entrance. 

“Arthur? That you?” Pulling back the tent flap slowly revealed the tall man crouching to meet you. “What can I do for you?”

“I just...uh...didn’t want you to think I was tryin’ to take advantage of anything earlier.” Sheepishly he pulled on his coat, glancing around to make sure no one saw you two meeting this late. He may not have to fight for his moral standing in this camp but you sure did. 

Slowly, you responded, watching his face the whole time. “Nothing truly happened, Arthur. Just talkin’. Caught up in the, uh, moment was all.” 

“‘Spose that’s so. You going hunting with Charles tomorrow then?” You nodded back at him. “I want to see how Eclipse runs out on the big fields. And I wanna shoot that bow again.” 

“Well, you be careful then, you hear? Don’t want to be going on any big rescue missions.” 

Smiling back, you felt your chest swell a bit at the kind words. “I’ll try then, not to be kidnapped or taken off. I’m sure Charles will be a fine hunting partner. Plus I can fight real good if I need too, mean left hook no one sees coming.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Alright. Night then, YN. See you in a few days.” He tipped his hat and jaunted back towards the center of camp, leaving you to drop the flap and head to your bedroll. 

“Mr. Arthur Morgan...huh…” You traced the rose on the novel again, this time picturing that it was a handsome face. Giggling, you sat up and blew out the sole flame of the lantern, plunging the tent into darkness to get some rest. 

The next morning Charles was waiting for you by the horses. You had dressed in pants for one of the first times in your life and loved it. The flexibility alone was enticing enough to make you want to throw your dresses and skirts off the overlook. You chose dark jeans, a blue shirt, and brown boots and satchel. The red bandana you picked up yesterday was tied around your neck to protect from dirt or lawmen's eyes, depending on the situation. 

While walking over you finished tucking in your shirt and attaching everything in its correct place, watching Chalres pat Eclipse and feed her a treat. He didn't say much in the early hour except a wave while you loaded up your horse. 

“Ready?” You nodded, and the two of you kicked off. 

The plan was to hunt for three days. It meant a lot of riding and shooting and you couldn’t wait to build up the muscles in your shoulders, giving you better control over your shot. Focusing on the rocky path took a lot of focus, so the first few hours of your ride were quiet. Every hour the horses would get a chance to rest and eat and you walked to stretch your legs. 

Heading up north was all new territory for you. Charles seemed comfortable enough, and was happy to discuss the local fauna. 

“This one here? Red Cedar tree, can grow to be massive and every part of it is usable. The needles can make tea to help many sicknesses, and Native Americans use the trunks to make canoes as the wood never rots.” 

You rubbed the needles in between your fingers, wondering how the tea tasted. Charles went on to talk about other traditions of his people and how they made use of everything around them.

Finally you arrived where Charles wanted to camp. The ground was dry and free of rocks were you set up your tent, far from the view of anyone passing through. 

Night passed quickly and you rose early to begin hunting. Stalking a group of deer, you brought down two after a long chase. Eclipse ran swiftly over the hills and Charles commented on how well she was doing, listening well to your commands. His own horse Tamia was a bit smaller, but just as quick. 

A lone stag caught your attention and you veered left to focus and take aim. The bow was getting heavy in your outstretched arm and your anchor point of the corner of your mouth was a bit wobbly, but he soon joined the other deer you were bringing back to camp. Finally satisfied you both worked your way through the woods back to your site. 

Sitting around the fire that night, Charles taught you how to smoke meat and make it last. It was much better to store it versus try to eat it all right away in this life of constantly running and moving around. 

The next day was much of the same. Hunt, rest, smoke meat, hunt some more. Nothing truly exciting happened until the third morning as you packed up camp. 

“There’s lots of strange gangs around this country. I’m not sure gang is the right word, but I’m not sure what to call them. Down south is the Lemoyne Raiders, east is the Murphys, then of course the O’Driscolls and…well us I guess. Van der Linde gang.” Charles was pouring over a map of the area, and drew large circles where he warned of other groups. “I think there’s more but not as large as us.” 

“Lotta folks to look out for, then. I’ve never heard of most of them to be honest, but you missed the Skinner Brothers out near Blackwater,” you took his pencil and drew a circle around the area they used to terrorize. “Took a lot of good folks. Burned farms. Finally some group came in and cleared them out but it was bad a few years back.” 

“Heard of them, but never knew where they started. Huh,” he observed the circles you had drawn, then continued on. “This is where we’ll stop for supplies on the way back and to sell pelts. Long ride from Amarino country down to Valentine.”  

Agreeing on where to stop was easy, but getting there was another problem. A bridge was out along the way which added a good hour to your journey. Both of you were cranky and tired by the time you rolled into Valentine, quickly selling the pelts and leftover meat that was of no use to the gang. 

“Alright Charles, I’m ready to head home,” you paused and looked over. “How fast you think Tamia can run? Faster than Eclipse?” 

His eyebrows raised. “You challenging me to a race, YN?” “Damn straight,” you replied confidently, and dug your heels into Eclipse causing her to sprint off. 

Pealing laughter followed the two of you as the town gave way to the green muddy fields, and eventually the wooded aread of Horseshoe Overlook. Nothing felt better than the rushing wind in your hair and the sun warming your face. You debated throwing your arms out wide but didn’t want to look silly. 

Both horses were magnificent, and you admitted defeat when Tamia pulled ahead at the last moment. 

Eclipse huffed as you swung yourself down and nudged your arm playfully. She was ready to relax and eat with the other horses, so you took your hunting spoils and patted her affectionately. 

Walking over with the deer you met Pearson who was ecstatic. “Look at this folks, a real feast ready soon!” He eagerly took the meat from you and Charles and shooed you away so he could begin to prepare it. 

“Well done, YN. I would hunt with you again anytime,” Charles clapped your shoulder and walked off towards his tent. 

All you wanted to do was bathe and sleep so you started towards the river. 

“YN! Need some company?” Mary-Beth came running up besides you, not so secretly hiding from Ms. Grimshaw. “Sure, let’s get you out of here before she notices,” and the pair of you took off running down to the river. 

Tily and Karen were doing the wash when you arrive, and they all greeted you cheerily upon returning from the hunt. 

“How did you two get on then? Hunt anything more excitin’ than deer?” Karen play snarled and lunged at you, making the group laugh. “Charles is as stiff as a board around women Karen and you know it,” Tilly countered. 

“Oh, I’m not -” Mary-Beth cut you off before you could finish. “Charles! No, I saw YN getting cozy with Arthur the other night when they thought no one was lookin’.” You playfully hit Mary-Beth’s arm in response and the whole group was set off. 

“First ya’ll dancing, then hiding on the lookout, whatchu really come to our gang for anyways!” Karen laughed while she said it, but you did fear they all thought of you as just a hopeless romantic. 

“There is more than just goin’ after men in this life, and I intend to explore those avenues first. Just so happy to be free. And sides ain’t he got a girl?” you replied while washing your arms. 

The other moaned. “Ugh. Mary Linton. She beckons, and he calls. Been years since he last saw her but still thinks of her I’m sure. It’s hard finding someone in this life that agrees with it, that’s why she’s been gone all this time. Her daddy threw a fit at who Arthur was,” Tilly informed you. 

“I heard he went and rescued Michah from some town east called Strawberry,” you tried to change the subject. 

Karen roller her eyes. “Damn fools shot up the whole town and can probably never go back.”

“I know Strawberry. Small and backwards place. Used to think I couldn't go when I was young on account of me being allergic to the fruit.” the girls laughed at your answer, and as you slowly felt cleaner. 

Eventually the chores were done so you left the river with the group. They carried the baskets up on their hips and you watched the colors dance in the wind. It was a sight to see the clothes hung in trees to dry out for camp. 

Arthur came into camp that night in a blaze, not able to focus on anything. Something about a letter and going into Valentine, but no one could tell. Hosea had a knowing smile but refused to spill information to any gossips in camp, and Arthur left in a hurry once again. 

Laying on your side in your bedroll, you tried to finish the next chapter in your book but you eyes kept sliding shut and your head bobbed around. Finally you admitted defeat and stood up to stretch and blow the lantern out, but someone was muttering around your tent. 

“H-hello?” you whispered cautiously, not sure who was out there. A loud bang and a stream of curses alerted you that it was Arthur back from his night ride. Muttering around, you caught wind of a word that made your silly jealous heart run cold. 

“Mary.”

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Rose Valley scam: 9 influential TMC leaders under CBI scanner

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