“A-Alice?! What'ya doin’ here?! I mean look yah, You’re okay! Not a scratch on yah.”“Bendy, What did they do to you?” *touches his face*
“̳̤̥͈̙̘̮ͅA̗̼̫̭̪̻-͏̸̩̭̦̺͓ͅA̳̪̺͇̞̪̥͟͞l̳͚͘͢ị̪̪͍͔c̢҉̨̫̘̙̦̗͎̪̬ͅe̢͈̩̮̠!͓͔͙̗̯̟̻̰͝͞͡ ҉͉͇N̫̞̩̗̗̩̕o͕̜̟̜͚͙͎̫!̹͖̙̟͡ ̟͙̝̯͎̞̯́̕S̺̗̮̣̰T̨̝͔A̖̞͕͟Y̞̜̥̟̮͓̳ ̭B̙͇̠̙̯̫͟A͖͝C̶̼͓̥̘̘͇̪K̴̢̥̰̳̘ͅ!̵̹͖̞͔̰͞"̸̳̺̺̖͘͟ͅ
what they mean:
i don't understand how many ethnic groups are actually covered by the term asian or the history of anti asian racism or that the "honorary white person status" is only awarded to asians (usually east asians) who assimilate to whiteness, outwardly reject their heritage or ignore it, and meet so-called positive racial stereotypes and that this "honorary white person status" is only awarded when it's convenient for white people.
It is unfortunate that they refer to it as an “Arabian Adventure” I would describe it as African adventure because basic geography and the Arabian Peninsula is in Western Asia which is the Middle East. Instead of pushing this inaccurate European narrative. However, this documentary is super interesting and informative on the trade that existed between North Africa (The Maghreb in particular) and West Africa.
Spencer dashed into Agent Hotchner’s office, not even stopping to knock. Luckily, his supervisor was alone and didn’t berate him for his lack of professionalism.
“Dr Reid, is everything okay? I thought you were lecturing today?” Hotch glanced up from his paperwork, greeting the younger man with a concerned look on his face. Spencer was out of breath from hurrying from his car and into the office, and Aaron knew that something must be wrong.
“Hotch, I’m really not sure. One of the students handed me this and then ran off.” Reid placed the folder onto the next watching as Hotch flipped it open and started leafing through the papers.
“Spencer, help me out here. I can’t read as quickly as you.” Aaron picked through the crime scene photos that appeared in front of him, finally seeing the handwritten letter and scanning it.
“This girl, Alice. She claims she knows who killed these people, that the cases are all linked. She shouldn’t even have these photos or some of the information that she does. And there’s a Polaroid… ” Spencer rummaged through the many papers searching for it and finding it, handing it to his boss “…here. She’s with two of the girls that turned up dead. She knows them.”
“You think she’s got something here?” Hotch looked at the Polaroid and back to the crime scene photos.
“I think she might. Hotch, I remember three of the cases coming across our desks but we didn’t have anything. No leads, nothing. But she’s picked out more, saying they’re linked and that she knows how. And she was nervous, she practically threw the file at me and ran, but then she was stood watching as I got into my car, like she was making sure I’d read it. As soon as she saw that I’d seen her, she ran again.”
“So she is definitely a student there then? Did her Professor say anything about her behaviour?” Hotch was studying the Polaroid carefully.
“Only that she wasn’t usually that nervous, he said she was quiet but she was one of the smartest in the class.”
“Hmmm.” Aaron eyed the photos of the bodies. “What do you think, Reid. If you think there’s something here, I can make a few calls and we can go and speak with her. I trust your judgement.”
Spencer moved around the table and stood behind his supervisor, bending over and pointing to the photo.
“The bracelets, everyone in that photo has them on, even the people in the background have them on. And the children only have one on. The way they’re all dressed as well, very simply.”
“You think it’s some kinda of group? A cult?”
“It’s something. She’s younger in the photo but it’s definitely her. And in her letter she makes a reference to knowing the victims, but not by the names they were given. A lot of groups or cults, whatever we want to call them, will assign members different names in an attempt to detract from the previous identity. That’s if the followers don’t change their names in the first place.”
“Okay, I agree, we might have something. Do you have any contact details for this girl, Alice, did you say her name was?” Hotch put down the photo, looking up to Reid.
“Yes Alice. And no. She hadn’t even signed her full name. I’ll call Professor Frost though. He should have her details.”
His supervisor nodded at him and Reid pulled out his cell, scrolling for the number the Professor had provided him with.
“Dr Reid, How can I help?” The scholar seemed surprised to be hearing from him so quickly.
“Professor Frost, I need to speak with one of your students about something in the papers they gave me. Are you still at the school?”
“I’m afraid I’m not and I don’t have their personal files at home with me. If it’s of absolute urgency, I can return to the school within an hour or two.”
Spencer mouthed to Hotch, “is Garcia still here?” He nodded.
“Could you just provide me with a surname then. We should be able to find her from that? It’s the girl you called Alice that I need to speak with.”
“Of course, I’m surprised she didn’t leave it on her file though. But it’s Manchester. Alice Manchester.”
“Thank you Sir, sorry to have bothered you at home.”
Spencer rung off, the Professor telling him to call if he needed anything else.
“Got it. I just need to see if Garcia can find her based on just her name.”
Hotch shot him a withering look. “Do you know Penelope at all?”
They walked down the hall together, Hotch having gathered up the contents of the file.
“Hey Boy Wonder, wasn’t expecting to see you back here today.” Penelope Garcia greeted her colleagues, spinning around in her chair to see them, a grin plastered across her brightly coloured lips.
“I wasn’t expecting to be back here today either. Penelope, I need you to find me contact details for one of the students who attended the lecture I gave today.”
Penelope didn’t need to ask which college he’d been at, she kept tabs on all of her team; liking to know where they all were at any given time. They were like family to her. She tapped away at her keyboard and within seconds, had gained access to the college’s central database.
“Name please, Genius.” Her fingers poised and ready to type.
“Alice Manchester, spelt like the city.”
A few more clicks and Spencer had the information he needed, Penelope reeling off an address and contact number.
“249 Carson Grove. That’s not too far from here right? Says she lives with her sister Ellen and her brother in law Robert Manchester.”
“Thanks Penny, you’re the best.” Spencer turned to leave, intending to drive there straight away if Hotch would agree to accompany him. A phone call might spook her and she’d seemed nervous enough already.
The two men turned around to face their female colleague who had a perturbed look on her face.
“Isn’t that odd?” she asked.
“What, exactly?” Hotch responded to her.
“Well it says she lives with her sister and her sisters husband. But they all share the same surname. Surely, she’d have a different one to them right?”
Penelope had an excellent point, one which both Spencer and Aaron had missed.
“Garcia can you do a quick search on Alice Manchester outside of the school’s database.”
She tapped a few more keys, pulling up multiple windows and tabs.
“Erm… There’s literally nothing. She has a drivers license attached to her school records as identification, but there’s no actual records of that being issued either.”
She tapped again, searching further whilst the men waited patiently.
“Nope, nada, zilch. Beyond the school database, that name doesn’t appear anywhere. Well, except for an Alice Manchester born in 1845 but I doubt that’s our girl. Why is she ‘our girl’ anyway? What has she done?”
“We’re not sure yet,” Aaron told her, thinking. “Can you find out her sister’s maiden name?”
“Can I find out her sister’s maiden name,” Penelope scoffed. “Is the Pope catholic? It’s….. Ellen Bradley. Okay, okay… So…”
She amended her search, looking for an Alice Bradley.
“Here we go. Alice Bradley born September 28th 1990, daughter to Paul and Marlene Bradley, tragically killed in 2000, she was left to the care of her older sister Ellen who was thirteen years older.. Yadda yadda yadda… Reporting missing by her sister in June 2005, three months before her sixteen birthday, she’d been spending the summer with her best friend Rebecca Olson in Rylon County. Um um um…. Here, picture. Is this the person you’re looking for?”
She pulled up an image from the missing person’s report.
That was the girl Spencer had seen this afternoon, and the girl from the Polaroid.
“Was the missing person’s report ever closed?” Spencer asked.
“Nope. It’s still active.”
“So her sister filed the report ten years ago and never bothered to inform the police when she turned up again?” Hotch turned to Spencer, the two men now confused.
With the Cullens, who do you think is best with and worst with kids? I know Carlisle and esme are going to be close to the top, but I also feel like Rosalie could come on as overbearing??
Okay, bear with me here.
I gotta say Alice and Jasper would be the best.
I agree Rosalie would be too overbearing, but not too bad. She would just want the kid to have everything it wants. While I know Rosalie longed for a child, she never really had the child experience so I don’t think she actually knows how to take care of a child.
Meanwhile with Alice and Jasper, all Alice has to do is have a vision of what the kid wants or what’s wrong with the kid and she’d be fine. Jasper only needs to feel the emotions of the kid and he would know what to do with Alice’s help.
As for the worst, I gotta say Edward and Bella. I know they had Reneesme, but Reneesme was never really a baby. Also we didn’t really see Bella interact with Nessie while she still had a childlike mind. So Edward and Bella don’t really have experience dealing with kids. Sure Edward is a mind reader, but that’s really the only thing he has going for him.
Okay bear with me here. Amanda used to read Alice in Wonderland to her children when they were little. That’s adorable.
Michael quotes the book from memory while running from an extremely dangerous creature. That’s sweet.
But consider: Spock, either half dead or high on chocolate, quoting the Jabberwocky Poem and convincing Jim and Bones that he’s lost it. Then attempting to explain all the different words and how it really does follow a logical structure, and within the confines of the storybook universe the poem is a retelling of an epic battle and Jim why are you laughing