#vintage police vehicle

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Two cops keeping a young woman on the move during the Communist demonstration against unemployment, March 6, 1930.

Photo: Associated Press

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere sugar daddy made me giggle with him buying me a car 🚗 Cuz I can’t drive…This then led me to think how fucked I am in a relationship with any of your yanderes cuz I’m practically a sitting duck 🦆 What am I going to do if I wanna get away from them? Wait on the side of the road to take a public transport bus? 🚌 Or do I gotta bike my way to freedom? 🚲 😭

Speaking of vehicles though…for the yanderes that this question is appreciable…what’re the cars they drive vs. the dream car or car that you think fits their aesthetic? 🚗

Also who’s ok with me being their cute lil passenger princess? 👑

girl, it's so embarrassing but I can't drive either 😭

Atp, I think we'll need to Uber our way to freedom. Tip the drive 100% in case of damages caused by deranged exes.

Yandere boys and their cars

Yandere! Boyfriend definitely drives a Jeep wrangler. He's a big guy and he needs the extra space. I also see him as the more outdoorsy type, so a Jeep is perfect for all his hiking and climbing gear. He loves his car for the sole reason that you like sitting shotgun in summer, the roof down and your hair blowing in the wind. It makes for a damn pretty sight.

Yandere! State Trooper is assigned one of those State Police Dodge Challengers. All American muscle that thrums up through the seats. If there's ever a car chase or an evading suspect, he's first on the scene. On quiet nights, he'll head to the highway and gun it. V8 engine roaring even louder than the sirens. He's not supposed to, but he likes taking you for a drive now and then. He likes the way you cling to the dash and shake when he blows through the speed limit.

Yandere! Cop is a certified Ford pickup kind of guy. It's got space, it's got power but most importantly, it doesn't stand out. This is Middle America baby, they're everywhere. When he follows you, he knows for a fact you won't notice him. His only customization is the extremely tinted windows. Can't have you seeing his face when he takes all those pictures of you, now can he?

Yandere! Academic Rival has trustfund money to spend and his daddy's whole garage to choose from. For everyday, I can see him driving a BMW or Audi roadster. Sleek, sporty and modern. But on the weekends, when he's driving up the coast to his country house, he's definitely taking something vintage. He has a whole collection of luxury old money convertibles - every single one of them something you expect to see at St. Moritz.

Yandere! Mobster drives a Cadillac Town Sedan. It's got a powerful engine to outrun the pigs and plenty of trunk space to stash smuggled alcohol. He absolutely adores taking you on long drives. Windows open to catch the fresh air, picnic basket on the back seat, your head resting on his shoulder on the way home... What's not to love?

Yandere! Sugar Daddy is new money. And a tech nerd. So I see him mostly driving electric cars, maybe a Porsche Taycan for 'everyday use' (who the hell drives a Porsche like a regular commuter car? Your Croesus rich boyfriend, that's who). And something extra luxurious for weekends and date nights - probably something like the Yangwang U9. He loves messing around with the extra features and plugging the cars into his computer diagnostic system. Surprisingly, he's not that fond of actually driving. He much prefers you do it and let him enjoy the scenery.

Yandere! Werewolf drives a vintage cherry red Mustang. He bought it cheap off an older guy who hated the repairs, and spent all summer working on it. By extension, that meant you spent all summer sprawled across the backseat, thumbing through fashion magazines and listening to golden oldies on the radio. It's got plenty of space and if he was the kinda guy to make a move on a girl at the drive in, this would be the car to do it in.

[petermorwood]

Happy birthday! If you could have any one authentic antique (weapon, armor, art, vehicle, anything, any era) for your birthday present, what would it be?

First thought would be the A.489 Swiss sabre from the Wallace Collection.

And then sense steps in, because - like all my other swords - this one is a bit limited. I'd get to own it, and polish it, and dust it, but since I don't do HEMA (Historical European Martial Arts) that's about the lot.

I might be able to take it to various places such as conventions, and bask in second-hand admiration - or I might end up having it seized by the police for (insert reason here).

So a much more practical birthday present would be a vintage Conway Stewart fountain pen, the one my Dad used to use. He wrote with that pen every workday for knocking on 40 years, and its (gold, flexible) nib became so attuned to his own handwriting quirks that he wouldn't let anyone else use it.

If you sometimes wonder why fountain-pen users are rather possessive about their oldest or most favourite pens, this is why.

@dduane is getting a bit that way about her Mont Blanc 146, which I bought her on a day when (1) she saw it, (2) she liked it and (3) I could afford it without hesitation all happened on the same afternoon.

I'm definitely that way about my Parker 51. I was given it on my first day of Big School in 1968, and since then it's written or signed essays, dissertations, examinations, the Official Secrets Act (twice - don't ask, it's a Secret), novel drafts, love letters and a marriage certificate.

I don't loan it to anyone.

The pen IS mightier than the sword. For one thing, it can go places a sword can't and for another, while a sword can kill a body only once, a pen can kill a reputation every time the disparaging comment it writes goes into print.

See Richard III of England for how well that works.

[violetmuses]

Iron - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Title: Iron - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Jessica Sims

Main Storyline: Officer Jessica Sims meets Terry Richmond for the first time.

@episodes-ff @diaries-of-me @pocketsizedpanther @blackgurlnhermoods @sweettea-and-honeybutter @babybratzmaraj @persethegawd @uzumaki-rebellion @nahimjustfeelingit-writes 🏷

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2024

Sunlight welcomed this rural town by morning as Officer Jessica Sims drove her longtime Crown Vic toward the Shelby Springs Police Department.

Gravel rolled beneath each wheel, but Sims looked past windows to see this man standing by closed doors and holding two mobile coffee cups.

Curious beyond help, Jessica still parked the vehicle and closed that driver's seat door, walking between rocks in uniform to greet this stranger.

“Hey, there. How could I help you?” Her Southern accent pulled this typical introduction and she'd constantly hope to settle witnesses down.

“Morning, Ma'am. I need to report a crime.” While this man could've towered Jessica beyond height, his tight shirt clothed that muscular frame and dark service tattoos inked one of his arms.

His deep voice shouldn't have piqued her attention, but Jessica watched as this man waited for another response.

“Follow me.” Pulling herself together from within, Jessica watched this stranger open that door first while palming the drink carrier with his opposite hand.

Goodness gracious. Despite facing countless thoughts, Jessica walked past the main threshold, ready to work.

______

This man introduced himself as Terry Richmond and sat across from Jessica's small desk, nearly enveloping the second chair found in place.

“Someone stole your cash?” While typing another police report, Jessica questioned Terry for a moment.

“Yes, Ma'am.” Richmond still offered gentle kindness without smiling and charged his cell phone.

“Okay. Can you describe the suspect?” Jessica questioned.

“Big guy, White with blue eyes. Maybe 6”4 and must weigh 250 pounds.” Terry described one man.

“You have a good memory.” Jessica kept working, impressed here.

“Thank you. I don't have badge information, but his last name is Marston and there goes suspect number two.” Richmond still grounded details of two cops who stole bail for his cousin Mike.

“Pardon me.” Upon realization toward fellow officers, Jessica stopped typing and quietly excused herself from Richmond.

“Yes, Ma'am.” Even before Jessica stepped away, Terry's deep voice pulled through again and shook up senses further.

Who are you? She thought.

______

Bringing Officer Steve Lann and Chief of Police Sandy Burne, Jessica returned, but stood near this archway and longer handled the situation.

“You should challenge this forfeiture in court instead of harassing my officers, but otherwise? Fuck off.” Chief Burne revealed arrogance beyond words.

“Give back $10,000 and I'll disappear without fighting, but I just need to have my cousin out of jail.” Terry defended himself and continued recording the exchange after Burne caught Richmond's phone.

“Make a Xerox of this for me, Jess.” Chief handed Jessica over Terry's paperwork regarding the cash.

“Yes, Sir.” Not thinking twice, Jessica listened and headed toward this small printer, making an extra copy for records.

_____

Taking up space in the cramped room, Jessica found herself thinking again.

Joining that police department signaled various challenges, but this new case would tangle everything if Richmond brought out lawsuits.

Looking skyward, Jessica breathed and gathered that second copy as planned, walking right back toward the main zone of vintage precinct desks.

“Come back here on Monday morning and you'll see your cousin before the transfer starts.” Chief Burne updated Terry on his cousin Mike Simmons, who'd relocate to this state facility.

“Thank you.” Richmond nodded, grateful for this agreement as Jessica handed over the printout.

”Now fuck off.” Burne's accent pulled venom by Richmond once more.

“Yes, Sir.” Standing past disrespect, Richmond bid farewell to this place and would hopefully seek closure.

*******

The set deal failed. Richmond's chance blew out of nowhere when his cousin Mike died of countless injuries. Someone attacked from prison.

Enraged, Richmond took charge as a skilled Marine days later and defended himself against Burne's corrupt force. There's no other option.

Angry citizens even walked from shades to “help” the police officers, yet Richmond would still ground all without facing too much bloodshed.

As money returned, Jessica handcuffed Richmond and set his towered frame in that cruiser, but idiots kept yelling through frustration

“Line that motherfucker up!” One man heckled from the dirt plains.

“Don't get ignorant. This man is a veteran going through something difficult. We had a misunderstanding, but it's over. Now go about your business.” No longer hiding, Jessica corrected this group.

“Hey, thanks for that.” Terry's deep voice softened this time.

“It was for me, not you.” Jessica slammed the back door and rolled out, closing this battle.

******

Not long after Terry Richmond escaped Shelby Springs, resources dwindled and layoffs began, outright turning this department upside down.

Even Jessica struggled at times and news coverage swarmed Chief Burne on a regular basis, nearly waking the state altogether.

One day, her cell phone buzzed on the desk to signal this message.

Unknown: I'm sorry.

Terry Richmond offered kindness no matter what happened next.

Sims: I forgive you. Take care.

Slipping her response, Jessica settled in and continued working like nothing else took place.

[vintage-london-images]

London traffic both motor and horse drawn mix with pedestrians on the street in the early 1910s, probably just pre first world war.

It all looks extremely dangerous, and if you look carefully we can see a police constable trying to keep some kind of order as pedestrians just walk among the moving vehicles. According to the British Newspaper Archives 2500 people were killed on Londons Streets in 1910, with 2167 killed in 1914. The figures are approximate, but even so, that's still a huge loss of life.

Its interesting that the figures dropped significantly in the war years and then shot up again in 1919, with the figures showing that apparently 76,818 were killed between 1900-1949 with 9,476 between 1950-1999 and 800 between 2000-2023. Recent data suggests that 75 people died on Londons roads in 2021 and 101 in 2022, that's about a 30% increase over a year. These earlier figures are based on data available at the time because statistics were not officially collated until 1926, with the current system which is used today until 1951. This seems a huge amount, and nationally the figures are massive. I know this is all a little morbid but that's a huge domestic loss of life which we rarely hear about. It also shows the mortality rates dropped significantly with better organisation on the roads.

Please check out other posts with hashtag #video on @vintage-london-images

[thegayhimbo]

Stranger Things Spoilers on X: "🚨UPDATE: #StrangerThings5 will reportedly take place in 1987! A new Hawkins Police Department document has been found INSIDE the hospital set, including the year 1987! https://t.co/0geLYe4FIW" / X

Looks like I was wrong in believing it would take place in 1988. I initially based that on the casting call for vintage vehicles that were 1988 or older.

Either way, glad to finally know there will be a time jump. I'm assuming Hopper will be back in the role of Chief of Police in Hawkins, and I wonder what kind of relationships the Hawkins PD and the Military will have as they attempt to deal with Vecna's impending invasion. I predict it'll initially be antagonistic, especially if Colonel Sullivan is still in charge, still attempting to hunt down El, and he ends up locking horns with Hopper in the process.

Also, are the dates May 11-17 in the picture indicative of what days in 1987 that Season 5 will take place? Or is that just a random sign for National Police Week, and there's no further meaning to it?

[stephensmithuk]

The Sign of Four: In Quest of a Solution

You could find the back issues of most papers just by visiting a local library. Today, the British Newspaper Archive will, for a monthly subscription, allow you to look at a whole slew of vintage papers, including The Illustrated Police News for all your Victorian "true crime" reportage.

As mentioned before, a four-wheeler was a four-wheeled carriage with a driving seat on the top front and a luggage rack on the top; they costed more than the hansoms.

Doyle isn't very good with coming up with convincing Indian names, is he? Singh is the name used by a baptised male Sikh (Kaur is the female equivalent) i.e. a turban-wearing, dagger carrying one. Mahomet is a version of Mohammed.

The gas lights of London weren't hugely bright compared with modern street lights; you'd be able to find your way, but there's probably a decent chance you'd step in horse exhaust if you weren't careful.

The Lyceum Theatre, located on Wellington Street, dates back to 1765, but the current building is from 1834, rebuilt after a fire. It contains a balcony over the dress circle, a unique theatre.

GhostApple on Tumblr pointed out that Bram Stoker was the manager at that theatre at the time SIGN was released. The theatre at the time was run by Henry Irving and Ellen Terry, two of the biggest stars of their days, becoming Sir Henry and Dame Ellen later in life. Stoker based Dracula on Irving, but sadly Irving never actually played the Count on stage.

After a further rebuild, time as a ballroom, a demoliton threat and two closures, the Lyceum reopened in 1996 and is a Grade II* listed building, the second highest grade. Since 1999, it is the London home of The Lion King.

The normal garb of a coachman would be a top hat and a heavy double-breasted overcoat; they would be driving their vehicle in a vast array of weather conditions, sometimes on the same day as anyone who has lived in Britain can tell you.

The coach is going rather fast at this point, possibly dangerously so. The Offences against the Person Act 1861 created an offence of "causing bodily harm by wanton or furious driving"; which could mean that if a horse-drawn vehicle hit another vehicle or a person, the driver could get up to two years in prison. The offence remains on the books, being used against horse-drawn carriage drivers (still a thing, particularly in the Traveller community), motorists when not on a road or public land and cyclists, as the Road Traffic Act 1988 is not available in these cases - it is a Crown Court-only offence. In 2017, a cyclist riding at speed in East London with no front brakes hit and killed a woman; the jury found him not guilty of manslaughter, but convicted him of this offence, with the result he got a 18-month sentence.

Tiger attacks were very common in British India; tigers are known to attack humans when feeling threatened (human encroachment on their territory is a big problem)), injuries prevent them from going after other prey or they mistake a human for something else, or if one is riding a bike, their chase instinct may kick in. 33,247 people were killed by tigers between 1876 and 1912. In 2022, the Indian government recorded 112 tiger-caused deaths, up from 59 in 2021. Some tigers have ended up killing over 100 people before being shot dead.

For those having a go at Watson for shooting at a tiger cub, we don't know how old or how big the tiger cub was. A newborn tiger maybe less than 10 pounds and look adorable, but a ten month male could easily be over 100 pounds and looks rather like a full-grown adult. Especially in the dark.

This said, humans are a good deal worse than tigers. The British cleared vast amounts of their habitat for the timber to build their railways. Hunting tigers for "sport" had been a common practice for the Indian nobility and the British ruling classes liked doing it just as much, bringing modern firearms along. Remember Dr. Sterndale from DEVI? There's a chance Watson might have gone hunting himself, sadly.

The tiger hunting got worse post-independence as improved air travel made it easier for game hunters to get to India. The Indian government banned tiger hunting in 1972 and the Bengal tiger population is slowly recovering. The size of reserves have not kept up with the population and so some tigers have gone into human areas for food, usually livestock but sometimes humans. If a tiger starts killing people and attempts to tranquilise it fail, then lethal force will be authorised. In 2022, T-104, a three-year-old dubbed the "man-eater of Champaran", killed nine people before he was shot dead by the police, who conducted their search riding elephants.

The "Surrey side" refers to the southern bank of the river, the other being the "Middlesex side" referring to the now defunct county. Those terms remain in use for the Boat Races; with the Middlesex side being on the right as the crews row upstream. The two "stations" have various advantages and disadvantages; Middlesex helps at the start end, Surrey in the middle.

Vauxhall Bridge was in rather a bad shape by this point and would be replaced in 1906, five years late due to various construction and design issues. The modern bridge is notable for having the very distinctive headquarters of the Secret Intelligence Service next to its southern end.

"Hindoo" was a contemporary spelling of Hindu, today considered derogatory.

"Sahib" is the Indian equivalent of "sir" or "master"; "Mem-Sahib" is the female version. The Indians used it when speaking to white people (or about them, possibly sarcastically) and the British officers would use it with their Indian counterparts. It is less common now, but still widely used in the Indian Army and about people in positions of power.

"Khitmutgar" was a term for a male butler or underservant who would set the table for dinner etc.; during the Bengal Presidency, these would typically as opposed to Hindus.

[myhauntedsalem]

The Unexplained Mystery of Granger

A young man, Granger Taylor was a mechanical genius that was self-taught. He dropped out of school in the eighth grade, however, at the age of only fourteen he built a one-cylinder automobile which is now on display the Duncan Forest Museum along with a steam locomotive that he hauled out of the woods and restored. At age seventeen he overhauled a bulldozer that no one else could repair. He built a replica of a World War II fighter plane that was snatched-up by a collector for $20,000.

Granger always wondered how Flying Saucer were powered. He built his own out of two satellite dishes, one top and one bottom, as an inspiration. His “flying saucer” became a home-away-from-home with couch, TV and a wood stove. He would often sleep in his “space craft”.

He later said he was in contact with extraterrestrials that were going to show him how their technology works. He told everyone he was going for a trip on an alien space ship. Then one night in November of 1980 he disappeared and left a note for his family. To this day, despite an RCMP investigation, he has never been found, nor have they found any possible clues as to his whereabouts.

The Granger Affair is certainly a great Canadian mystery. Surely a man of his obvious mechanical talents would not go unnoticed had he simply slipped away in the night. After a four year investigation authorities haven’t a single lead to where he might be.

The Granger Taylor Flying Saucer rests on stilts in the backyard of the Taylor home at Duncan on Vancouver Island. It is a mute memorial to its builder, young Granger Taylor.

“He built his spaceship out of two satellite receiving dishes and outfitted it with a television, a couch, and a wood-burning stove. He became obsessed with finding out how flying saucers were powered, spending hours sitting in the ship thinking and often sleeping there,” wrote Douglas Curran in his book: In Advance of the Landing: Folk Concepts of Outer Space (1985).

Then one November night in 1980 Granger Taylor simply disappeared.

He left behind a yard strewn with old tractors; machine engines, vintage automobiles, a bulldozer, as well as a note which read:

Dear Mother and Father, I have gone away to walk aboard an alien ship, as recurring dreams assured a 42 month interstellar voyage to explore the vast universe, then return. I am leaving behind all my possessions to you as I will no longer require the use of any. Please use the instructions in my will as a guide to help. Love, Granger.

The forty-two months were up in May 1984 and his parents, Jim and Grace Taylor, leave the back door unlocked in case their son shows up. But he never has.

Granger Taylor left school in the eighth grade and found work as a mechanic’s helper, showing a flair for repairing machinery. At the age of fourteen he built a one-cylinder car which is on display at the Duncan Forest Museum. He constructed a replica of a World War II fighter plane, and he left behind his silver-and-red flying saucer.

He told a friend a month before he disappeared that he was in mental contact with someone from another galaxy and that he was in receipt of an invitation to go on a trip through the Solar System.

“On the night that Granger disappeared, ” wrote Curran, ” a storm struck the central part of Vancouver Island. Hurricane winds were reported and electrical power was knocked out. Granger vanished, along with his blue pick-up truck.

“After four years of ‘exhaustive checks’ of hospital, passport, employment, and vehicle records, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police have not uncovered a single clue as to the whereabouts of Granger Taylor. ‘I can hardly believe Granger’s off in a spaceship, ‘his father said. ‘But if there is a flying object out there, he’s the one to find it.’ ”

[scotianostra]

On 2nd May 1963 The Rootes Car Factory opened at Linwood it went on to produce Scotland’s answer to the Mini.

The Hillman Imp enjoyed a brief moment in the sun. However, a mixture of poor management and industrial disputes resulted in a low quality product that was notorious for breaking down.

In 1987, The Proclaimers released Letter From America, a heart-felt lament to the countless industries and communities lost to Scotland in recent generations, Linwood amongst the places mentioned.

Compact models were very much in vogue after the 1956 Suez Crisis, and the Hillman Imp, while never able to match the Mini, sold relatively well - especially in Scotland, where buyers were imbued by the knowledge that it was the first car to be built here in 35 years.

With an 875cc rear-mounted engine tilted at an accessible 45 degree angle, the wee motor could reach 0 to 50 in just under 15 seconds and boasted top speeds approaching 80 miles per hour. Popular variants included the Sunbeam Stiletto, the Californian, the esate-sized Hillman Husky, and the most exquisite of all, the Singer Chamois. Hillman Imps were even favoured by Dunbartonshire Police, who first adopted the car in 1967.

The car was also celebrated for its cutting-edge design principles and quirky features. There were fold-back seats, indicators, stalk controls for the windscreen wipers and the rear window opened. Above all, though, with a launch price of £500, the Imp represented great value for money - or so it first appeared. Thanks to a host of internal design flaws, which included an inadequate cooling system, poor steering, gearbox and clutch problems, faulty chokes and a tendency to leak water, the Hillman Imp developed a reputation for unreliability. Break-downs became a common occurrence for Imp owners, with the car’s main saving grace being that it was generally easy to fix, provided you knew what you were doing.

The Hillman Imp also tasted some success as a racing and rally car. In 1964, a 998cc version of the Imp won the Tulip Rally, while other variants would go on to dominate the British Saloon Car Championships in the early 1970s. In June 1965, racing driver Alan Fraser drove an Imp on the circuit for the first time, with the car making an instant impact. Fraser Imps, with the Saltire painted on to their roofs, became famous throughout the motorsport world and the iconic vehicles still compete in vintage races to this day.

Despite its shortcomings - and there were several - the Hillman Imp would go on to become the most successful car model to ever come out of Scotland. In total, almost half a million cars left the Linwood assembly line, but it wasn’t enough to prevent Rootes from going to the wall. The firm was taken over by Chrysler, with the Imp ceasing production in 1976. Peugeot-Citreon eventually purchased the factory before it closed too in 1981. And with that, car production in Scotland came to an end for good.

An estimated 11,000 people were once directly or indirectly employed due to Linwood and the Hillman Imp and like every iconic car they have their own web page, you can check it out here https://www.imps4ever.info/linwood/linwood.html

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

BTS Song drabble : D - day (MYG)

Summary : In this chasing game, one was at the top, another was at the bottom. To break the hierarchy, there should only be one winner.

The law’s hand 

or 

The outlaw

Who would win?

Photos : All copyright reserved to the owners.

Gif. : Special thanks to @sugajimin​ for further inspo. There’re tiny subtitle that I put to create further engagement and imagination.(I hope so🤞🏽)

Plot : Special thanks to Psych-Hunter(iQIYI) and (Su)R-chwita ep.9😹

Ambience :  1930's Ambient City Soundscape, Vintage City Sounds 

Trigger warning : (quite) detailed violent scene, self-harm, death of characters

This fanfiction is for entertaining purposes. The story has entirely written up from the writer’s imagination from different inspiration. None of this should be taken seriously.

Switch over, time tickin' and over.

Author POV.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

The water drips periodically, acting as an ambience inside the dusty room. 

The owner has been laying on his favourite couch for hours, diving deep into his thought. 

“Hyung!”

His door suddenly bangs open by someone. One of his crewmates runs inside with something in his hand. 

“We...found him...here.” The new comer hands a file, trying his best to get the message through while panting hard.

The owner flutters his eyes open. A stir comes out of his mouth before he finally becomes awake and accepts the paper.

The dark orbs skim through the file, catching the main idea out of the long paragraphs in the contract. At last, his eyes land on the bottom. Seeing familiar names with the signatures under neath them make him annoy.

“Huh? Seems like we need to give him a visit again.”

Clack...Clack..Clack..Clack..

He found out.

The end of a letter makes the man stops his footsteps. The feeling of frustration rises up, however, he can’t act out of his character here. Getting out of the building, he got into his car.

“Head back to the mansion.” He tells the driver.

“And about the case?” 

“I need to get another ‘case’.” 

Understanding what to do, he asks nothing more and leave immediately.

“ 1 beef rice noodle pottage soup, beef pork.” 

Finishing his order, he take a seat near the glass window of the cooking station. Not so long after, his order serves.

“A tough day again, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, ma’am.”

“Quit calling me ma’am, boy. Your my vip customer here. You have been here since 10th grade.”

“Or you want me to call you ajuma?” He asks jokingly.

“Aish, call me what ever you want.” The old lady move back to her station.

Minutes later, his crewmates enter the shop, filling the entire floor. Seeing their boss enjoy his meal, no one dares to utter anything that is work-related. 

“ell e beore I et pis... Ou ares ar oo obious.” *Tell me before I get piss. Your stares are too obvious.* The boss speaks while munching his favourite noodle.

“They’re round the corner, hyung.” Someone finally speaks. 

The man taps his finger as if he applaud himself. Coming here today makes his plans flow. 

“Ma’am, I will come back later.” The man slips his money under the bowl. 

Everyone starts the operation. His crewmates head out of the place and prepare the vehicle for their boss. Some of them go ahead to clear their destination.

“And...I need your chopstick with me. I’ll buy a new pack in return.” He smiles at the owner who say nothing, but sighs and wave a hand as a sign to not do what he purposes.

Phone calls have been hitting on the office’s phone none stop. The police try their best to accept every call and write down the reports, running back and forth.

“People were complaining the same case...I don’t think it’s  a usual case anymore.”

“We need them to handle it.” The cheif tell his subordinates.

Speaks of the devil, the figure appears in the office as if he knows someone call him. The guy in his black suit enters the room. His height is average. However, his aura and the M brooch on his right chest can make everyone who stand in front of him always feels as if they are getting towered by him. 

He is the supreme in this place, if not the supreme in the town.

A walking law.

“Seems like you guys get in some trouble, eh?”  The room falls into a silence, having only phone calls as a background ambience.

“Sir, we got a...” The cheif gathers his courage to explain the situation, but get interrupt by the walkie talkie.

“We found him, sir. Need more people.”

Paying no attention to the cheif, the leader of special crime force says nothing. His natural poker face let no one be able to read the situation. 

“Loud and clear, right? Get your ass up and do your job.” He then heads out.

Flick...Shhh

A smoke comes out from an end of ivory-white cigarettes. He inhales the thin grey fog into his lungs, hoping it will calms his racing mind down a bit.

*Get everything ready.* He orders his right hand man back with his walkie talkie.

Huh...

A grey breath leaves his mouth along with his sighs.

“Seems like the almighty D is also a human.” A bicker from nowhere brakes his thoughts. D lifts his head up to finds the sound source.

“Shut it, Kim. Don’t piss me off even more.”

“Your brother, isn’t it?” Knowing no limit, Kim asks for more information. The man still stays silence.

“Alright, suite yourself.” 

D is by himself again in the silence. His minds is cumalating with plans. 

Shhsshhh...shhhshhh.... “Sir.”

Half and hour ago : @ WNK building

“Where is it?” 

The loud crash echos inside the building. His subordinates are busy taking down their enemy with some help from his buddy.

“Mr.Min...” 

“Speak wisely.” Min grits his teeth as a warning. 

Despite the size different, Min manages to pin down his huge enemy and threat his like a little prey. 

Weehhh...Woohhh...

The police siren comes from afar. His enemy smirks in victory.

“Who knows the genius Min will fall into my trap like a little rat too. Game over, Min.” Now the guy has a guts to speak casually.

“Now your brother will find out. Your big brother will find you.” The guy continues mocking Min, pushing him around emotionally.

“You will...ack.” Giving no chance to speak further, Min uses his chopsticks and stucks it onto the side of his neck. 

He pushes it deep as the red liquid gushing out like juice. IThe harder he push, the more it errupts out like a fountain. His other hand squeeze the neck tightly as if he is quenching an orange.

Bloody orange.

Min keeps tighten his grip onto the guy’s neck. The fountain is slowing down. Slowly and slowly, it turns into a stream of liquid.  

His shirt now paints with red splashes and spots. The paint leave its marks everywhere even on his face, creating some red blossom tattoos on his skin.

“Oh, you're so artsy.”

“No time for it, Jack.”

“I know, buddy. I get what you want. Let’s head out, yeah?”

The two finally arrive the rooftop. Looking down the building, the see bunch of police enter in with commotion.

“Look how desperate they want to catch us.” 

Min sweep his eyes from the top view. His gaze then land on a familiar black grand mercedes among the cop cars. His mouth lifts into a smirk at the sight, knowing exactly whose it belongs.

“Not really. Someone is more desperate.”

Min replies and climbe down the stairs at the side. 

“Eh, eh, wanna get caught? Eh, man.” Jack yells from a far, but Min has already gone half way through.

Plop.

“Let’s tease you a bit.”

D POV.

“No one inside.”

I stares at my subordinate. The young man stands there like statue, uttering nothing more.

“Where is the case?” I ask.

I don’t care much about the destruction of the building or the death of people inside. Fuck it, that isn’t my problem.

What I wants is the bag and a thing inside it.

I was planning to not invovle police. Moving around from the inside without making their suspicion was quite hard. It took me a few years I was to hold the power. 

A rat out of nowhere managed to get the case was out of my plan.

And now my brother get it.

“Retreat.”

I jumps into driver seat and drift his car out of the parking slot. Frustration fills me up, urging to explode. I roar the engine, filling its sound in the empty street.

“Brother, you won’t be free much longer.”

Min POV.

Thud!

“That bastard. He really bet his life on this plan.” I drop the bag onto the coffee table.

“Chill. At least, you get it.” Jack speaks nonchantly and lit his cigarrete. He sways his head from side to side while humming.

Cling...cling...cling...

“Uh, I hate it. Why do you still wear that silly hat? Those bells irritates me.”

I point at the tips of his knitting hat with two spike at each end. The man sways his head even faster.

“This. You know it’s my lucky charm. So what’s next?”

Jack changes his position. Sitting with his feets cross on my coffee table, he cocks his head to the side. I stare back at him, replying nothing. I let the silence grows and engulps our conversation.

“Hyung. We...sorry, sir.” My right hand, who bangs the door open as his habit, enters the room with another file.

“I think I might need to speed things up. Now I get the case. He will soon make his move.”

“You mean...kill you?” Jack smiles. 

“Not yet. He still needs it.” I pat the stuff on a wooden table. 

As my eyes meets him Jack’s smile gets wider. 

“Then I shall act my part.”

Author POV.

Uhhh....hmmmm.....uhhhh...hhhhmmmm......

Min sleeps soundly in his favourite place. The tiring day drains him a lot of energy, leaving the man a few muscles sourness. 

Ahhhh!

Bang! Bang!

The guy wide awakes from the sound. The screams and shouts are getting louder. He is about to stand up, however the ropes around his hands prevent him to do so.

Click.

A revolver taps behind his neck. He can feel the cold metal rubs gently against his skin before it forecfully press back onto the spot.

“Have a sweat dream?” A chill voice comes from behind.

“Should I be glad that we finally meet again?” Min answers back with a little cockiness.

“You sure want your head to be blown off.”

“And you are talkative, not like a usual you.” Min turns himself and grab a gun near him, but he meets with empty pocket.

“Oh, I borrow your rovolver by the way. I know if you die, at least you will love to die with this cutie.”

D walks around the tub for a moment, searching his eyes through the room. 

“So this is where you live. So shabby and poor...like you.” 

D grabs a plastic chair from the corner of the room and take a seat. He stares down his brother with the eyes of disgusted. 

“Rustic and cozy, isn’t it?”

Crossing his leg, D takes out his cigarrete and lit it. He wraps his lips and inhales a bitter scent from it a few times before he continues.

“Now, let’s make a deal. Those stacks of money are all yours. Just give me the case and leave this place. I’ll handle everything. You can live you life far away from here and me in...”

Min lift his hands, interrupting his brother’s talk. Despite the bond around his wrists, he reaches out and grab onto the white stick. He watches the little flame in silence, the sentences after turns muted as he pays no attention to them. 

Puff....

He throws the stick toward the shelf. The flame lits in a blink of an eye. Min give no care at those ‘valuable’ papers in front of him. Now they are burning bright red and blue. 

He thinks this is more beautiful.

“You...bastard....” D grits his teeth in anger. Now he grabs onto Min’s neck firmly.

“Tell me where’s the case.” He demand. Min keeps his poker face and answers nothing, pissing his brother further more.

“What you gonna do? Kill me?” Min smiles delightfully.

Running out of patient, D uses the revolver and knockes him off.

??? POV.

“Hyung, wake up. Hyungie...don’t be like this.”

The voice comes from somewhere far away. However, the tone sounds familiar to me. 

Beepp...Beeppp...Beeeeeppppp....

The loud noise that rings in my ears is so annoying. 

What is going on here?

I try to open my eyes, but something stop me. I don’t know whether it is me or literally someone who stop me to do so. My body gets heavier and heavier.

I am drowning or so I thought.

My body sink down into the ocean, deeper and deeper. I feel a force strangle me around my neck, suffocating me alive.

No...am I even alive?

D POV.

I have been waiting for my brother’s news for a day.

That little rascal was strong enough to go through ‘drowning’, but he hasn’t woke up yet since yesterday.

“Ah...I want to kill you so bad.” I mumble.

The dagger in my hand trails up and down in motion. I make it nice and clean this time, no defect mark on its pure silver skin.

“Master, He’s awake.”

Puck.

“Nice. It’s getting boring here.” I pluck my beauty onto the table.

Sadly, I can’t use her. Like I said before, to send him back home, the least I can do is to use his pretty revolver.

I am trying to be considerated, am I not?

Min POV.

Hahhh...Huhhhh...

The fire lits around the corner. In front of me is a barrel full of water, reflecting my face. There are a few scratch with the blood seeping through.

I squint my eyes to focus the scenarios around me. The place look oddly like somewhere in my memory, but in a dusty and old version. My brain storms some idea to form an answer.

Soon, I get the answer, but from him.

“Look like my little boy didn’t remember this place.” I look up and meet his brown orbs, the scar on his right eyes fades a bit, but still visible.

“You give me the scar and try to kill me once here, remember?”

A flashback runs inside my head like a reel. The man with exact looks except his hair that was longer and blond-color. The scene is overlaping each other. 

There’s me.

There’s is him. 

In a different timeline...

The palace that used to be vibrant with colors now became dull, towering my body with it shadow.

His men pin me down to the cold muddy floor, letting him look at me with those arrogant gaze. 

Smile in victory, the man finally got up from his seat and approached the balcony. 

The man was in a traditional robes. His light blond hair sparked under the moonlight. The fire around him and me make him more visible to my eyes.

“I am the owner of this place, engrave it into your skull, peasant.” 

His hand waved down, motioning his assassin to do the job. 

Author POV.

“I cut heads of people for a reason, you know. That’s how I can make sure they died...painlessly.” 

D steps onto the circle. Grabbing tight onto Min’s hair, he force the man to sink down into a barrel again.

Ackk...ack....

“Wah...that sounds so satisfying.” He forcefully raises the head up from the water.

“How was it?”

The man who calm and collect is nowhere to be found. The true color finally comes out,. D laugh out in madness, satisfying with the scene in front of him.

“When I offered you, I’ve already got what I want. You were a fool to not accept my offer, brother.” 

D stepps back and walks up to another circle, preparing to watch Min’s final moment. Waving his hand down, the assassin get ready to do his job.   

“Now, execution.”

The man forces Min’s head back into dirty liquid again, wanting to drown him to death. Min’s body stuggle as his hands try to get out of the knot. 

“Sink deep and fake your death. The revolver is at the bottom.”

“a..ack?” *Jack?*

“I can only help you this much, buddy. I even take off my lucky charm for you.”

Min does according to Jack’s plan. Sinking himself deep into the cylinder and stopped moving, he successfully fakes his death. 

“Oh, faster than I expect.” 

With the revolver in his hand, D steps down from his circle to come and onspect Min’s body. Seeing the guy freezes in his place, D laughs again with contentment. 

He takes out a ruby human-heart.

Bang! Cling!

The glass shatters.

D crashes down the fire barrels, letting the oil slatter all over the place while the fire chase down the thick black liquid. He throws his lighter, adding more fire.

“Switch over, time tickin'...”

“but not over.” 

Just then Min raises his head up with the revolver in his hand. Aiming at the head of his brother, D does nothing, but smirk.

“Agust, you shouldn’t underestimate me.” 

“If you kill me without the hear, it will be the same result like last time.”

“Let’s bet then.” Min pulls the trigger.

The ruckus at the back of them appears, however Jack’s men are faster. Doing everything according to their bosses’ plan, his men has already mixed in the group from the beginning. Agust’s people soon end up laying lifeless on the floor.

Agust dashes to Min in anger, but someone lock him from behind. His own right hand man lock tight onto the master before revealing himself.

“Ack...Kim.”

“I told you, didn’t I...suite yourself.”

Jack takes out the real heart and shatters it with his dagger.

Cling!

Click.

Bang! 

Agust doesn’t last long.

“Switch over, time tickin' and over.”

“Dr.Kim, when will he wake up?” Hoseok asks the doctor. It has been a year since Yoongi fell into a coma.  

“His personality disorder is critical, now they are inflicting themselves.”

He have hidden his mental condition so well that not even Hoseok, his best friend, knew about it. When he knew everything, it was nearly too late. 

The man nearly cut himself...in his own eyes.

Hoseok took him to hospital. Thankfully, Kim Namjoon, the doctor of his case, was still working. If not because of him, Yoongi would be gone by now.

Hmmm....

A little stir makes both of them look at the body. It is the first time that the lifeless figure makes a move or a noise. 

Hoseok’s eyes brims with tears of hope, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Namjoon. 

“Hyung...” Hoseok calls softly.

Namjoon walks to the monitor and checks the screen. 

Like a miracle, everything comes back to the normal rate. Namjoon notes down everything onto his metal clipboard before he calls nurses inside. 

“Doctor...he...”

Surfacing from the bottom of the darkness, Yoongi finally gains his conscious.

A/n note : And that’s it everyone. I hope you enjoy the story. I finally have a little vacation so here is the tribute for you guys. 

This is the first time I write my story with y/n. Hope you guys not disappointed.

Before ending this, I want to give a few explanation to the story.

After listening to the interview, what I comprehended from the music videos was that Yoongi were fighting with his own personas. Like Namjoon said, he was the only one so far with 3 names. And, the fact that Yoongi devided his personalities accordingly to them made it sometimes difficult for himself to make music.  “If I make it, will this represent suga bts, agust d or me as Yoongi?”

Sum up events : Yoongi faced personality disorder to the point he went into the coma due to self-infliction. His personas, D (The dark past with anger and agressiveness) and Min (The real yoongi), fought over to control the body during Yoongi unconscious inside his mind. The ruby human-heart like that made out of glass was the core, the conscious. Destroying it mean you kill the consious of that persona. Different timelines, I came up with this idea from daechwita, thinking what if he failed to mute (killed) the tyrant king back then. Looking it in that aspect, personally, I think it somehow fit the explanation of Yoongi’s triology. Letting the strong and fury persona control you to handle hate and prejudice, but at the same time, you were the one who deepen your own scars. What if it is getting out of control?

I wrote this story with a retro vibe because of the Haegeum’s settings. From the research I’ve read, the location was age around 1930 - 1960. Starting in 30s, the market hit its peaks around 40s - 50s before the fire incident in 60s. If I was wrong, I sincerely apologized for the mistakes.

Jack and Kim in the story, I used the image of Hoseok from Jack in the box album and Namjoon from Sexy Numkin. I saw a twitter about what if the three cross path. I didn’t capture the account nor remembered the name. If the idea owner come and see this, I apologize for not crediting you on the top of my ff🙇🏽‍♀️

I think that’s all. Thank you for your attentive reading, see you next session.

[eastwickcommunity]

An Old RV Abandoned on Mario Lanza Blvd

Description

On Mario Lanza Boulevard, this RV has been sitting there for quite some time. A biker must move into the area where the cars are moving since this RV is over the bike lane. This poses a serious risk to cyclists. Also, with the amount of crime in our city, you never know who is hiding in an RV with curtains on all the windows. As a voice of the community, I urge that the city and the police department look into this RV and remove it from our neighborhood.

General Condition of Vehicle

Appears Broken Down/Disabled

Make & Model of Vehicle

1983 Holiday Rambler Imperial 33 RV is a vintage motor-home

Color of the vehicle

beige color with brown stripes

Body Style

Mobile Home

License Plate # HH-53919 License Plate State PA

[justanother-fanficwriter]

NCIA Agent Trese Fanfic part 10

The next day we heard news that Senator Saetang would be met at the capital City, Biringan. Specifically at the Datu Matalas International Airport. One of the most high tech and convenient airports in Southeast Asia! She will arrive in her private jet on Runway 18 which is cleared but we also intercepted a top secret order from that Dictator-ass, President Magsakay! He ordered the agency to ambush Ms Saetang and her bodyguards disguised as terrorists. We had to act one step ahead of them.

"Now that we have intel, what do we do?"

Hank slouched and crossed his legs on the beach chair placed at the balcony where we were discussing business.

"we have to find a way to make her "disappear" and extract he safely. Also we have to stop the ambushers on time before she gets assassinated."

I briefly explained how we would do it. We soon stood near the airport entrance gates and watched what cars were allowed to safely enter the airport without being suspected.

"what about that one!"

Basilio said pointing at an aircraft tug (the large vehicle used to pull jumbo jets and luggage trailers along the tarmac).

"nah, the cops in this country react real hostile to simple modifications like bull bars. How'd you think they would react if they see an airtug running down city streets to "enter the airport"."

I explained. Alex soon mentioned a Military Police Humvee entering the gates without inspection.

"Good but nah, we steal one from them, they could track it down immediately if they notice it missing from the parking lot."

"ooh that one!"

Crispin said pointing at the sign on the gates.

"Crispin! That's a damn traffic sign!"

Basilio barked at Crispin.

"no read the sign!"

The sign actually read "Open for emergency!" And a picture of an ambulance.

"Problem solved, lets take an ambulance!"

I said open Crispin's suggestion.

We soon "borrowed" an ambulance from a local private hospital. I also began our positions in the airport, I acted like a tourism agent and observed the airport. I began to analyse all possible sniper points. I picked the most effective spot and encircled it on the diagram I had just made on my notebook. I assigned Hank to be the sniper, Maliksi and Bantay at the ambulance (disguised as paramedics in local uniform and equipment to avoid any form of suspicion), the Hannah and Ammie along with Alex, The Kambal, and my sister to surround the soldiers who will attempt to kidnap and assassinate the senator.

The next day everything went to plan, Hank began to snipe all Armoured security in the airport, we managed to injure and tie up the people who were supposed to kill Saetang then as soon as her jet landed, we approached her.

"WHO ARE YOU!? IDENTITY YOURSELF!"

Saetang said with a cunning stare into Alex's eyes.

"Miss Saetang, we have to take you out of here, napaka delikado rito, we will explain in the vehicle!"

Alex desperately tries to persuade her.

"Why should I trust you people?"

Saetang sneered at us.

"If you see the dead soldiers who were supposed to kill you right now, you wouldn't be so smug, wouldn't you! your honor."

"All right, I will trust you this once. But only since its my only choice!"

We immediately led her to the hangar, and drove off in the ambulance with lights flashing, sirens blaring. The airport gates opened without a doubt that there was an emergency vehicle on its way out.

While we were driving, miss Saetang gave us an address to her seaside manor. We drove the ambulance in her garage and parked it among the luxurious sports cars, and classy vintage limousines. She led us down the hall into her mansion. And proceeded to lead us to her basement revealing a bunch of Rebels, Activists and Hacktivists! They were training and working in different ways.

"woah!"

Ammie said in awe.

"These people are the people that fight against this horrible dictatorship. But the government seems to always cover up their influence as nothing more but accidents and people lose hope that someone is here to save them. I felt and thought that maybe you guys can..."

"Help?"

Alex said trying to guess what Saetang was supposed to say.

"exactly!"

So we began to assign the rebels and ourselves in different jobs.

I assigned myself in the capital city since i was best in being slick and staying undercover in urban spaces. I disrupted Subway systems causing constant damage and derailments. I bombed government buildings, stopped propaganda, and destroyed bridges and highways (except for the historical ones). My sister and Alex joined rebels and stopped the military from committing genocide towards certain ethnic tribes and committing terrorism. Hank decreased tourism by helping the rebels destroy non historical tourist attractions like resorts that violated natural resources laws. Hannah and Ammie sunk and destroyed government oil ships, and trucks, and Those that are shipping Enchantium, some were staged as accidents when they actually blew their trucks with strong air making them crash. The Kambal, bantay, and Alex got rid of all possible Enchantium Mines. Meanwhile Elise (the CIA agent) had decided to leave the country to inform the United Nations.

Soon the government has gone weak, I have assassinated and hid the bodies of many local Politicians. People have become resistant against the government!

[carauctionbuyingservice]

The Ultimate Guide to Vehicle Auctions: Finding the Best Deals on Auction Cars for Sale

Purchasing a vehicle at an auction can be an exhilarating and budget-friendly method to acquire your next car. Vehicle Auctions range from inexpensive to hard to find. Thanks to online vehicle auctions, buying a car is now more convenient than ever.

Now, let us dive into the various categories of auctions and how you can get the best deals for Auction Cars for Sale.

Types of Vehicle Auctions

There are different types of vehicle auctions, and knowing the right one to choose can help you select one that is suitable for your needs:

Government Auctions: These auctions are of vehicles from various government agencies, including police cars, municipal vehicles, and seized property.

Public Auctions: These auctions are open to the public and contain a variety of used cars and trade-ins.

Dealer-Only Auctions: Where only licensed dealers are allowed to participate, which tends to have high-quality inventory at wholesale prices.

Online Vehicle Auctions: Online auction houses create bidding from home convenience, with buyers able to view a huge choice of Auction Cars for Sale.

Advantages of Purchasing Through Auto Auction

There are a few benefits to buying a car through an auction:

Cost Savings: Cars obtained at auctions are usually cheaper than those on a dealer's lot, providing an affordable means of purchasing a vehicle.

Variety: Auctions have everything from mundane sedans to exotic cars and vintage vehicles.

Quick Process: Auctions let you buy a car at once without lengthy back and forth, unlike traditional car-buying.

Advice for Buying at Auction Successfully

Whether you want to buy a used vehicle or a new one, here are a few tips to help you in an Online Vehicle Auctions:

Do Your Homework: Research the vehicle’s history, condition, and market value before placing a bid.

Set a Budget: Decide on your highest bid and follow it through to avoid overspending.

Inspection of the Vehicle: Visiting and checking the car yourself is the best option, but if you are following an online vehicle auction, try to demand in-depth images and photographs.

Know the Fees: Auctions typically charge other fees like buyer premiums and taxes, so make sure that is also part of your budget.

Final Thoughts

Whether you are looking for a good deal or a quirky classic, Vehicle Auctions is an ideal place to find good quality cars at excellent prices.

No more waiting until your car sells! Research today so you can drive away in the perfect vehicle at an unbeatable deal!

[smallerplaces]

Tweakie Time!

Tweakie Toys, by J Chein, were sold for a single year in 1969. As a child, I had the same roles in the top row. While the youngest Fisher Price family (Mr. Price, Susan Price, and their children Patrick, Patricia, and baby Amy) lived in a Marx tin litho colonial furnished with FP furniture, the Tweakie family lived in the Modern Abode, a plywood house my father had built. The Modern Abode was furnished with Blue Box imitations of Triang furniture.

The Tweakies were Grandpa (mail carrier), Grandma (kindergarten teacher), their granddaughter Carol (police officer), and their ne'er-do-well son (in the grocer's apron) who lived in the attic and slept until noon.

Tweakies were sold with modular room blocks that could be stacked into various houses and stores. I never had those, nor any of the vehicles. There is a massive, thorough discussion of Tweakies -- with vintage ads! -- Planet of the Dolls. That splendid text creates the mystery of how I had four Tweakies, not six. I was an incredibly careful child who never broke toys! Plus, it was out-of-character for my parents not to have bought both sets of Tweakie People.

Time has passed. After years of the Modern Abode being inhabited first by pipecleaner people, then by those big-headed string dolls, I decided in 2019 on a Tweakie civilization and ordered all of the variants.

Carol is still a uniformed officer, but she's no longer writing parking tickets. She has risen to Captain of the local police force. She also bought the Modern Abode and redid it in Japandi style.

Giuseppe (formerly Joseph) rediscovered the family's Italian roots about the time that he decided to restore a collapsing chicken coop and start an organic farm with attached produce stand. He has a pet dire wolf.

Grandma Rose and Grandpa Gerard retired in 2019 and moved to a condo created from two Lil Huset cubes. (I gave that house away in 2022, so they're kind of hanging out.)

Ashley and Greg live in the Blue Box Mission-style house, furnished in vintage Marx furniture. She is a well-regarded voice actor. He is a cartoonist.

Clyde is a Gerard's best friend. They hang out at the Elks club together. Clyde is widely believed to have been involved in organized crime, as his paintings have never sold enough to support his lifestyle. He was briefly married to Augusta, some decades ago.

Augusta is the owner of the Maine Cottage. She was an artist's model in her flaming youth, before going into real estate. Three nudes she posed for hang in museums.

Stanley is Augusta's son, a businessman in Boston.

Fleur, a nurse, is the daughter of Clyde and Augusta, and sister of Stanley. She lives in a the Sunflower Cottage, a small Calico Critters house, also furnished in vintage Marx furniture.

This motley crew demonstrates how different face-ups can be on the "same" character.

Miranda, another nurse, works at the hospital with Fleur. She is the girlfriend of...

Tabitha, who is a math professor at the local community college. Her bemused expression comes from reading too assignments mangled by ChatGPT.

Anabeth is a detective in Carol's precinct. She carries a torch for Noah.

Irvine started out delivering milk during the pandemic. He has since expanded to delivering Giuseppe's organic eggs. Despite his head injury, he can handle his route.

Noah owns the hip restaurant and nightclub that's shaped like a giant drinks cart.

Naomi, Tabitha's twin, is a professor of sociology at the same college. Some freshmen are very confused for the first few weeks of the semester.

Christine is a bright young rookie in the police force who wants to be just like Carol.

[ceo-of-masturbation]

Nebula Cloudscraper

"This car is so popular amongst the generations of the your usual salarymen, cops and hoodlums that it became a icon of japanese cars and their ricing for several generations. You probably have seen it on big screen, your pc or in real life. It's grandson still needs to go head in head with it's oldman here and there. Make Pauro-San proud and drift into the skies above!" - car description in vehicle catalogue.

Nebula Cloudscraper is a drift car aviable in Project: Firefight as a expensive racecar best for drifts and taking corners.

Design

Cloudscraper is depicted as a car resembling Nissan Skyline, depending on which version it will be retro (1980's-1990's), vintage (circa 1970's) and modern (early 2000's) versions. Judging by the driver's seat being on left instead of right, those versions were made for export. This is also one of few cars which have Hajime and Bukosozo as aviable tuning parts. There is also police and taxi versions, that can be seen in Yandere Complex and in some parts of the afterlife throughout the comics.

Cloudscraper is one of more rare cars seen in the comics, even in parts set in Japan. The rarest versions are from around 1970's.

There is mention of Cloudscraper being associated with various crime groups like yakuza or the triads in-universe.

Jeremiah had 1990's Cloudscraper engine used to replace and fix his old one from his Tammer.

2. Notable versions

Jeremiah managed to find old 1990's scrapped red Cloudscraper and with help of Yuri and James he used it to tune up his old car. Later this car was bought and rebuilt by Buck Cartman and turned into his personal car of choice.

In Neo Fijishino police department utilises Cloudscrapers as their main cruisers. One can also find pictures of Cloudscraper from 1960's (being based on 1960's Skyline). Another one is also owned by Yan Onisho, which was modified to be a hot rod.

Kenny Ashford owns a custom Cloudscraper in her collection, it is painted with pearl pink-red paint and has carbon parts.

One of drivers you can ecounter is a Phantom Runner, a mysterious driver in a Cloudscraper that is rumored to be a racer from the afterlife that roams the streets after his death.

3. Behind the scenes

Name Cloudscraper is a anagram for Skyline. It also comes from skyscraper in addition to sky line.

Mention of Pauro-San in car's description is a reference to Paul Walker, a well known actor from Fast and Furious. One of well known cars he was known to drive was Nissan Skyline. There is a further reference with a "Phantom Runner" case. There is a custom decal called "Walker's Smile" which is a replica of decals from Paul Walker's Nissan Skyline from 2 Fast 2 Furious 2.

Bukosozu tuning brand is analogy for bosozoku, a type of a subculture in Japan. The style of parts from this brand is influenced by the style of bosozoku tuning.

Hajime parts seems to be based off ''ricing'', a term used for badly customized cars or bikes from Japan (although, Hajime also has parts for Korean (Siya, Minthai) and Chinese (Baobao, Beijing) cars).

[sandssservices]

Vintage BURNS Metal Police Highway Patrol Ride-on Pedal Car Toy Vehicle Rare. Has rust and sun damage is still solid and operational. Perfect gift to get your child outside and moving.