Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a
popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her
cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more
than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,937 (End!)
fluff, it’s an innocent lil epilogue
Sorry I get so cheesy in this space. Thank you to the people who encouraged me along the way, most of you total strangers who didn’t need to stop and take time out to do so, but did it anyway because you’re good people. Thanks to the other writers who sympathized with and cheered for me, I adore you. This is dedicated to you empathetic, beautiful people.
BOOM! See how I dropped that out of nowhere without a word of it to you? Just call me One Direction….
Enjoy Chapter Three, my loves! xo
You knew it was too good to be true.
You walked nervously down the hallway alongside your principal, clueless of why you were being pulled into the office. The second you walked into the door, shutting it behind you, you saw Ramona sitting in a chair and knew her pleasantness couldn’t have lasted.
His blood rushed loudly past his ears and he cleared his throat several times before finally managing to speak. ‘Two weeks?’
The firm nod from his soon-to-be-former-assistant brooked no argument.
Sherlock Holmes, self-made business mogul and genius with a knack for going through PR reps like tissue paper, was, for the first time, utterly baffled.
‘I don’t understand.’ He stood and rounded his desk, a frown on his face, until he was standing in front of her. Molly Hooper. His assistant. His conscience. His voice of reason. The one person who, despite her diminutive stature and initial fumbling demeanor, had kept him in line and in good public standing for the better part of five years with a backbone of steel and an uncanny ability to charm even the most vicious reporter.
She wouldn’t leave him… she couldn’t.
‘Are you no longer happy here, Miss Hooper?’
She turned her head before he could read her face, but he didn’t miss her flinch at his formal address. She took a deep breath before turning her gaze back to him. ‘I believe my services would be better utilized elsewhere.’
‘That’s not what I asked. Tell me, why are you leaving me?’
She looked down at her cherry-patterned blouse, tugged it straight, and cleared her throat. ‘Mr Holmes, the terms of my employment were clear in that, should either party be so inclined to terminate said employment, a notice of two weeks must be given. No where in the wording is it required that a reason be given.’
Sherlock cursed inwardly. ‘Miss Hoop-Molly, I thought we had developed an efficient rapport, even a friendship. If I have done something to cause you distress, please inform me so that I may rectify the situation.’ He slipped his hands into his pockets and ducked his head. ‘I have very few friends in my life and I would sincerely be loathe to lose you from my life.’
‘It is nothing you can fix, believe me,’ she replied, smiling sadly.
Sherlock stepped toward her. ‘Molly-’
‘I’ve already begun vetting potential replacements,’ she interrupted, taking a step back. ‘Three months from now, it’ll be as if there was never any change. You’ll have forgotten all about me.’
Her smile was forced and a gnawing ache settled in Sherlock’s chest. No more chipper, bubbly smiles first thing in the morning as she brought him his coffee and handed him a folder with the relevant emails that had come through overnight. No more trying to hide his laughter in public spaces whenever she mumbled a sarcastic or morbid comment under her breath. No more watching her brilliantly smooth over his social faux-paus with a smile and perfectly-worded statements.
No more Molly.
‘What if I don’t want to forget you.’ His voice was dark and low.
She replied with soft resignation. ‘We both know you excel at deleting extraneous information. And when I leave, that’s what I will become. Your work and empire will continue, your new assistant will do everything I’ve been doing for you, and nothing else in your life will change.’
Then with the strength he’d always admired in her, she straightened her shoulders and adopted a cool professional expression. ‘With that out of the way, I shall be off. You have a meeting with the Board in a half hour and I need to prepare the conference room.’ She turned on her heel and left the room, pausing at the door to call over her shoulder, ‘Don’t forget to wear the cufflinks Mr Haversham gave you; keeps you in his favour.’
The door clicked shut behind her with alarming finality and Sherlock fell back against his desk, stunned.
Two weeks. Two weeks and she would leave him. Why? Why was she leaving? He hadn’t offended her lately, insulted her clothing recently, or God forbid, forgotten to pay her! She had given no sign of discontentment or unhappiness working with him. If anything, she had thrived in her position, going above and beyond what he had even expected of her.
So why would she leave?
Why would she stay?
The little voice that sounded a lot like his business partner, John, came unbidden to his mind. Sherlock froze.
Why would she stay? If she received a better offer, he would understand that. But she gave no indication that she was looking for or taking a new position and no other company would dare even consider poaching her from him.
His legs were moving before he even thought to, propelling him across the room in record speed. He threw open the door and stormed out, sending a frightened intern scuttling after a flurry of papers she’d thrown in surprise.
Sherlock paid the employees that parted around him like the Red Sea no mind. His singular focus was on finding his assistant and demanding a full explanation before talking her out of this irrational decision to leave him in the lurch.
The lift was too slow and he bypassed it entirely, opting to thunder down the stairs to the ground floor. The conference room was in the center of the atrium and completely encased in glass windows that rose to the top of the three story-tall room. Transparency was the core of his business success; no underhanded dealings or hiding secrets. Made for a bumpy ride at times, but paid off in the long run.
He straight-armed his way through the doors into the atrium; the steel doors slammed into the walls and echoed loudly in the tall room. Every head turned toward the sound and many craned their necks to watch as the C.E.O., President, and Notoriously Aloof Sherlock Holmes blew into the room with the force of a hurricane and narrowed in on the petite assistant who was speaking animatedly with the few board members who had arrived early.
He interrupted them unashamedly and furiously declared, ‘No. I refuse to accept your resignation.’
Molly looked over in surprise and a fierce blush stained her cheeks. Hastily excusing herself from the conversation, she hurried across the room.
‘Mr Holmes, please-’
‘No, no more Mr Holmes,’ Sherlock snapped, uncaring that every ear was attuned to their discussion. ‘We have been on a first name basis for two years. We are friends, Molly. And friends don’t just quit. Not without reason.’
Molly looked around at their gaping audience and lowered her voice. ‘Sherlock, it’s…’ She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. ‘It’s complicated. Okay? You don’t understand and I get it, I do. Just… respect my decision.’ Her eyes were suspiciously bright. ‘Please.’
It was in that moment that Sherlock saw what he’d ignored for so long. The dilation of her pupils, the longing in her eyes, the soft way she would smile at him, putting aside her own personal life to help him, canceling dates at his last minute request when he needed her… the love that was woven in every word she spoke to him and every thing she did for him.
And how deeply that love was reciprocated.
He reached out and caught her hand. ‘You’re wrong.’ He stepped closer and lifted his other hand to slip around the back of her head. Her breathing increased and her eyes widened. ‘I believe I do understand. Finally.’
‘Sherlock…’ The rest of her breathless words were stolen as he dipped his head and kissed her.
Around them, the onlookers awed and cheered. Sherlock tuned them out, focusing all his attention on the woman in his arms and kicking himself for ignoring his heart for all these years.
And when John Watson, Sherlock’s business partner, arrived with the rest of the Board members minutes later, he smirked at the sight before him. A quick check to the calendar on his phone only made his smile widen.
Forbidden Love (Richonne AU) Love letter challenge: Your Love For All Of Time
@siancore actually tagged me in this and I was super excited. I had thought the challenge ended on Sunday but it actually ended yesterday. I started writing this on my phone last night hoping to have it up by Saturday night…and I fell asleep. I work on Saturdays. So I finished it anyway and I hope you all like it. It’s kinda long sorry. @richonnefics
Michonne stood in the kitchen watching the maids clean the silverware. She stood rigid and tall, in her usual spot in the corner as she watched over the maids. Her duty to make sure that not only did every piece of silver make it back into the cupboard but to make sure it was all spotless.
She just couldn’t seem to focus on her task tonight. Her mind kept drifting to someone it shouldn’t. “Are you always so serious?” Michonne could hear his voice in her head so clearly she looked around to be certain he hadn’t walked into the kitchen.
That was a foolish thought. Rick Grimes was gone. Gone for good. The beautiful 6 months they had spent together were the only things she had left of him.
“I am only joking with you.” Rick said as he watched the grimace spread across her beautiful face. “You shouldn’t smile if you don’t want to.” Michonne’s face softened, trying to ignore the young aristocrat who wandered into her busy kitchen. “There isn’t very much to smile about is there?” The young man whispered softly, looking downward toward his feet. Michonne looked at him then, he was tall and like the other nobles staying at the Walsh country estate, well dressed. Tall and lean, his hair was perfectly coifed, curly and brown. He had arrived with a young woman, his fiancé, she had been told by one of the other head maids. “I thought weddings were supposed to be a happy affair.” Michonne said softly, looking at him. Rick looked over at her, his blue eyes that were clouded in sadness were suddenly bright and wide. Alive. “So she speaks and she has the voice of an angel.” Michonne forgot herself and smiled at him, shaking her head. “You’re an oddity Mr. Grimes.” “Rick. Please call me Rick.” He replied looking at the slender, curvy woman with luscious dark skin and the most beautiful eyes he had ever gazed upon. They held one another’s gaze a moment longer. Michonne released the breath she had been holding. “Rick.”
“Well ladies, good night. Your service was impeccable as always.” Michonne said as she locked up the silver cupboard. “Aye Michonne you wanna stay and ‘ave a drink with us.” One of the maids asked. “No, not tonight, Andrea. I am tired.” The maid nodded and hooking arms with her friend and heading off to the maid’s quarters.
Michonne knew the last thing she would do that night was sleep. Michonne ran her hands along the spotless counter tops as she inspected the kitchen one last time. They had been reckless, smiling too much at one another, longing glances at one another in full view of others, and even caught more than once in conversation. Unusual for a maid and a nobleman but Rick was very quick and convincing with his excuses. He grew tired of them though. Rick had no desire to marry Lori Wayne and he was having difficulty pretending he was even interested in the idea.
“I am tired of this, sneaking about Michonne, it’s beneath us.” Rick said, his hands about her waist, she was pushed against a corner in the kitchen, the place where they would sometimes seek solace in one another throughout the day. When breakfast was long finished and lunch wouldn’t need prepping for another hour or so, he would whisk her away from her chores to the quiet of the empty kitchen, press his lips against hers, his body flush against hers, moaning as they devoured one another. Not even their previous night of love making could dim this fire that burned within them both for one another. “Well what else is there we can do?” Michonne said, running her hands along the soft fabric of shirt, feeling the hard muscle of his chest beneath, remembering how wonderful it had felt to be bare against one another. “We could elope and go to London. Would you like that? Will you marry me?” Rick said, staring down into the face of the woman he loves. He delighted in the sweet smile that came upon her face. “I would love that Rick with all my heart. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Michonne whispered. Rick let out a cry of happiness. “Shhh. We’ll be found.” Michonne said giggling at the man who made her blissfully happy, she loved him with every fiber of her being. “I don’t care.” He said smiling at the woman in his arms as he bent his head to capture her sweet lips with his own. His grip tightening on her waist. Rick moaned as Michonne’s hands found there way into his hair.“
Michonne watched as the tear drop landed with a soft thud on the countertop in the kitchen. It startled her to realize she was crying. Michonne reached her hand out to wipe the tear away and turned off the light in the kitchen. She began to make her away down the maid’s corridor to her room.
The door creaked open as Rick stepped into the room. He figured Mr. Walsh summoned him to talk about shooting or the wedding he would never have with Lori, but as he entered the room he realized the topic would be of a grave nature. In the room was Mr. Walsh, his aunt Carol, his father, and to his horror Michonne was seated in a chair in front of them. Tears stricked her lovely face and she avoided Rick’s glaze. “What is this?!” Rick demanded to his family loudly, coming to Michonne’s side, bending to his knee looking up at her. “Are you alright, darling?” Rick implored as he reached up to caress the tears away from her cheeks. Michonne nodded, her eyes wide with surprise at his endearing sentiment in front of his family. “Rick, have you gone quite mad!?” His aunt Carol spoke her voice harsh and shrill. “You are engaged to be married. How could you be so careless to flaunt your affair in the kitchen? You both should be so lucky that it was only me who happened to witness your abhorrent display.”
Rick stood up quickly. “Watch your tone. Michonne and I are in love. We wish to be married and I want to call off the wedding to Lori. I never wanted it in the first place.” The three stared at Rick in shock. Mr. Walsh reared back and laughed, breaking the silence in the study, his eyes fell on Michonne. “My, my dear girl, who knew under that serious demeanor of yours, there was such a seductress.” He leered at the young maid. Rick stepped in front of his friend’s father, blocking his gaze of Michonne. “Michonne and I are in love.” Rick spoke again. Mr. Walsh sat back again in his chair, looking up at Rick. “I have no doubt you feel that way but whatever is between you ends tonight. Michonne came here to earn money for her sick father. If she chooses to live in destitution with you then surely her father will die. I will indeed terminate her employment here.” He said, he spoke the words calmly. “Destiute? I am not poor. I can buy whatever medicine your father needs, Michonne.” Rick said looking at Michonne but she would not meet his gaze.
“I am afraid son, that this will bring ruin to our family, to the noble name we have built. If you marry this woman…I will disown you and move your inheritance to your brother.” Rick’s father said in one breath. He looked at his son, it killed him to be this cruel. To snatch away his son’s happiness, he couldn’t even deny his son had been in fantastic spirits the past months. He knew his son’s love was genuine but he didn’t control the world. Rick was beyond hurt his father would do this to him, as he stared at him, heartbroken. “Rick.” Michonne said softly, as she arose from her seat, touching Rick’s forearm. He turned from his father to look at his love. Her eyes were red from her tears but there were no more tears. “We were foolish to think we could do this.” Michonne began staring into his eyes. Rick’s beautiful cerulean eyes filled with tears. “Michonne -” Rick said quickly, he knew what she was about to say. “Rick. I will always love you and I would be happy being poor with you for a thousand life times.” Michonne said as she struggled to keep herself from crying as she watched fresh tears spill down his cheeks. “My father is very ill. He has the consumption and I am holding on to hope that I can keep him alive long enough to see him one last time. If the physicians will even allow me.” She took a deep and continued. “I can’t let him die on the streets like so many others. He’s a great man.” Rick dropped his head and placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He put his forehead against hers as the tears flowed freely him. “I love you so much.” Rick whispered. Michonne pulled her head back to gaze up at him, her hand brushing his tears away, her other hand caressing his hair. “I will always love you, Rick Grimes.” She whispered before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Rick sought her lips eagerly, kissing her deeply, pulling her closer to him. Neither cared that they were not alone as they kissed good bye. Michonne reluctantly pulled from his arms, turning to Mr. Walsh “Am I allowed to return to my quarters?” Mr. Walsh swallowed hard. “Yes and this better never happen again. Do you understand?” He asked shakily. Michonne nodded. “Yes sir.” Michonne said avoiding Rick’s eyes next to her. “You’re dismissed.” Mr. Walsh said with a wave of his hand. Michonne moved quickly past Rick and to the door, she looked back at Rick once more. She shouldn’t have, it took all the strength she had in her to leave him standing there so broken.
Rick and Lori were whisked away from the country estate that same night. Michonne never knew what they told Lori in regards to leaving so early. Today they had finally wed and The Walsh’s were there to attend the wedding of their oldest friend’s son but the preparations for the journey had been a painful time for her and now it was surely done. Rick was gone forever. Michonne hastened her pace, she wanted to lay in her bed, she was exhausted. When she rounded the corner however Andrea was there waiting for her. “Is everything OK, Andrea?” Michonne asked, taking a deep breath. “Oh yes, miss. I’m fine indeed.” Andrea said quickly, lowering her voice. “I ‘ave somethin’ for you and I didn’t want the other maids to see.” Andrea pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of her uniform. She handed it to Michonne. “Rick’s valet ‘ave it me this morning, yea.” Michonne eyes shot up to look at Andrea. “Don’t worry miss, your secret is safe with me yea. I got paid handsomely to deliver that letter, I did.” Michonne collected the letter. “Thank you, Andrea.” Andrea nodded and headed off to where the other maids were drinking.
Michonne quickly entered her room, closing the door to her quarters, she sat on the bed and tore into the envelope. As she unfolded the paper, several notes fell from the letter, littering the bed and floor. Michonne frowned and quickly went to gather the money. It was over a £1000. Michonne placed the money on her nightstand and reached for the letter.
To my dearest, Michonne
Words can not express how desperately I miss you. There is not a day that passes where I do not think of you. I miss your clever words and the sound of your laughter. I miss your sweet smile. I miss holding you tight to me as you sleep. I long for you. I will always love you. You deserve to be happy. I have included money for you to leave the Walsh’s and arrangements are being made to move your father to a home just outside the city, that belongs to you. I have arranged for a live in physician to help care for your father. In the morning my carriage will take you to your new home.
I will never, ever forget you my love. I will always be yours no matter the circumstances. I belong to you, forever and always no matter what happens. One day I know we shall be reunited.
Your love for all of time,
Michonne couldn’t recollect how long she laid sobbing on her bed, clutching the words of her true love to her chest, she sobbed until no tears were left. Michonne lay in bed looking at the ceiling, the letter pressed against her breast. She smiled and sat up, her finger tips danced over his typed words. “We will be reunited my love.” Michonne whispered. She placed the letter on the bed and stood. Michonne grabbed the bag she arrived at the Walsh’s with and began to pack away her few belongings.
Sadly and finally, John Marvel has finally given a company-wide email to all their writers and went "Hey assholes, stop insulting our readers, do this again and I'll terminate your employment here.". So we're in a win-win situation in where Dan Slott finally gets fired from writing Spider-Man.
judging by how they seem to all collectively have some sort of compulsion to insult people on twitter, I don’t think they’ll be able to stop themselves
“Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.” Symbra lololol
Satya kept her back perfectly straight, chin level, arms and legs crossed as she stared coolly back at her captor. She knew this woman was toying with her, having a bit of fun before…whatever would come next. But she played along nevertheless.
“Just because you kidnapped me, doesn’t mean I am going to marry you,” Satya said. “If anything, this kidnap assures the failure of your proposal.”
“Aw. And I had this ring picked out for you already.” Her captor strode over to the desk - set up with some of the most advanced tech Satya had ever laid eyes on - and waved her hand over a holoprojector. A screen appeared in mid-air, and the woman enlarged it to display a photo of said ring.
But of course, Satya had no interest in it. “Who are you?”
“A suitor of yours,” the woman replied without missing a beat, a smirk curving her lips.
Satya resisted the urge to clench her jaw. “Your name.”
BALCH SPRINGS, Tex. — A Texas police officer who fired a rifle into a car full of teenagers in a Dallas suburb on Saturday night, killing a black teenager, was fired on Tuesday, the police chief of the Balch Springs Police Department said.
Chief Jonathan Haber said at a news conference on Tuesday that the officer, Roy Oliver, had violated numerous department policies and terminated his employment after an internal investigation into the shooting. Prosecutors are investigating the shooting and could bring charges.
The boy, Jordan Edwards, 15, was shot in the head with a rifle when he was fleeing an end-of-the-school-year party in a car with his brother and three friends. Jordan’s 16-year-old brother was sitting just a few feet away in the driver’s seat when Jordan was shot in the head.
Gwydam’s dimension is ODD and CURIOUS, and VERY DIFFERENT from yours. Her dimension seems to mostly consist of a VAST VOID, with various CELESTIAL SPHERES spinning and floating in that void. Your universe however, consists of INFINITE realms all CONNECTED through MYSTERIOUS PORTALS of UNKNOWN ORIGIN.
You are a MACHINE that was built by creatures of DISGUSTING FLESH. You were made to VENTURE through these portals for ALL OF YOUR EXISTENCE, to perhaps discover a way to travel OUTSIDE these portals. You have been doing this for a VERY LONG TIME and you would like to find a way to TERMINATE your ETERNAL EMPLOYMENT.
Ok so terrible lady still works there? I’d judge that character and terminate her employment. And have you spoken to her since the attempted crime? Oooh perhaps you should copy and print the law where it shows what she was doing was illegal and slide it in her locker at work or her register. She might not know while still ignorant
??? i think there was a misunderstanding anon. terrible lady was a customer. the lovely employees were the unsuspecting heroes of this story. terrible lady has not been heard from since
Here is a list of characters that appear as part of the ‘cast’ and my brief descriptions and notes about them. No spoilers for the plot and ending of the novel.
Starring: Izaya Orihara 折原臨也
I already made some notes of most new things we learned about Izaya in one of my previous posts, but here is some short notes for those that have not seen it.
- He is confirmed to be left-handed
- He knows nothing of baseball (and I would say sports in general)
- His wheelchair is worth more than 3 million yen. It is a new carbon nano-fiber made electronically operated model. It is one of a foreign maker’s high quality products (no name given on the creator).
-According to Sozoro, if he were to fall in love with one individual he would truly become evil and do anything to obtain that person. Essentially he’d become like Shinra.
-More PTSD shown. Izaya completely blanks out and clearly panics a bit when he sees Iroha in a bartender uniform. He seems fine when he is expecting it, but otherwise it throws him off guard.
Sozoro Densuke 坐傳助
A sort of body guard hired under Izaya. He dresses and behaves similar to a butler. He taught
Traugott Geisendorfer. He was accused for a crime he did not commit. Izaya helped prove his innocence and helped save his family from trouble. In return, he has a 10 year contract with Izaya. He very much dislikes Izaya and has stated on quite a few occasions he would eliminate Izaya when he has the chance.
A hacker working under Izaya. She helps find/gather information for him. Her real name is Hisae (last name). The name “Nec” is actually short for “Necromancer” and “Necrophilia,” nicknames given by other hackers. She shortened it to ‘Nec’ because it is cuter short.
She previously specialized in handling the articles of the deceased. She tried to hack into Izaya’s accounts, and unfortunately tried to hack in a server connected with Tsukumoya. This was her first failure as a hacker. Tsukumoya destroyed her computer (and her self-esteem). She eventually gets hired by Izaya though because of her skills.
She has stated that they have a more business relationship. She’s grateful that he gave her ‘purpose’ after her failure with Tsukumoya. She does say things like “I’ll kill him because he told my name,” but other than that she isn’t very hostile towards him. But she doesn’t praise him either. She knows how he is. “He’s the president right? An unsettling guy right? What else more is there to say?” She is rather teasing with Izaya.When Haruto asks where Izaya went when he was invited to the VIP room to see Hiura, she responds. “To hell. He went to hell.” Her banter is really fun to watch. Sozoro does the same, but there is more distaste and disapproval with Sozoro than with Nec. But I wouldn’t say they are friends. They really are just close business partners.
A boy taken under by Izaya after losing both his father and mother - his father was killed by Himari’s father and his mother left mentally unstable. He is about elementary school age. He idolizes Izaya and tries to become like him. He is unaware of Izaya’s involvement with Himari’s father, which lead to his father’s murder.
A quiet girl taken under by Izaya. She is about the same age as Haruto. Her father killed Haruto’s father. She knows everything on the situation regarding her father and his actions, including Izaya’s involvement. She despises him but wants to become like him in order to get away and ‘to return Haruto back to the way he was.’ She is more mature and less naive than Haruto.
He’s one of the top officials in the baseball team management. He is completely in charge of the management for the stadium. He’s maybe in his late twenties. He is someone described to be a distinguishable person within the Natsugawara group - a presence that is trying to gain total control. He actually has a lot of titles, but he is called by many people “the executive.”
The first impression of Ryuusei….he’s an asshole. His first scene is in the prologue when he comes in to hear about the murder. After listening and discussing the possibilities of who the murder is and his intention, he starts kicking the dead corpse (Amagi) bloody, leaving it in a worse state than it was before.
“What the hell were you doing….Amagii…! You worthless bitch!”
Ryuusei relentless drives in more kicks as he raises his voice.
“For dirtying! My theater! My stage! With your fresh blood!”
The same time he cut off his words he delivers another kick and continues to warp the dead body’s face even though it should be impossible to do so. Then, he tramples on his face with his blood stained shoe and crushes his temple like extinguishing the flame of a cigarette as his voice resonates with utter resentment.
“Couldn’t you have at least simultaneous killed each other? How about leaving just one clue by gouging out a piece of his flesh! Or at least running away to a place safe from the cameras before receiving the final blow!”
Ryuusei is rather…unstable, shall we put it. Literally before this he seemed rather composed and tried to figure out the situation and then starts beating up Amagi’s corpse not even shortly after the fact. I wouldn’t say this is not an antagonist I haven’t seen before, but he is certainly a wild card and quite sadistic.
Tamae Takioka 瀧岡珠江
She’s Namie 2.0. Not only is her name similar, the second kanji of her first name (
江) is the exact same has the second character in Namie’s name, she is a secretary working for her brother, has a similar speech pattern, and she has a similar attitude. The only main difference is that she is not infatuated with her brother. Because of this though, she shows more emotion and is just more dimensional overall compared to Namie, so she’s enjoyable. Narita is a tease…again.
Ranzou Hiura 氷浦乱蔵
I originally thought he was also part of the same organization as Ryuusei. I think he is more of an “investor” shall we say. He is a guest at the stadium. He somehow figures out the “problem” Ryuusei is having and gets involved and tries to help Ryuusei solve his issue. He is a lieutenant governor, so he is an influential figure.
Michiaki Fudou 不藤道秋
One of the workers at the baseball stadium under Ryuusei. I think he is the head of security there. He was the original guy who found the body. I wouldn’t say he does not do a lot in the story. If I were to put it simply, he’s just a very unfortunate guy. Like, he doesn’t want to get involved, but Ryuusei forces invites him to be part of his personal team, which means getting into some dirty business. He also gets hospitalized in the end. Pretty much he gets pretty bad consequences throughout the story.
Iroha Mayuzumi 黛彩葉
She is officially a member of the “Third Investigation Division.” She usually walks around and sells alcohol, but behind the scenes she takes on the dirty jobs Ryuusei appoints to her. When there is trouble around the baseball stadium she is one of the members that resolves the issue with ‘not clean methods.’
She looks like an older Akane. She has short hair and a long side bang that covers one eye. She is often described as being surrounded with mystery. She is a professional killer, though it’s clear she doesn’t enjoy it. She ends up befriending Yuuki Usubara and leaves with them.
Ayumi Usubara 臼原歩美
This is a character we were introduced to from A Sunset with Izaya Orihara. He is described as a giant, probably more than 2 meters tall (roughly 6.5 feet). He has dyed blue hair and a black bandage wrapped around his face. To most people, he would seem like a pro wrestler, a yakuza, or an assassin. This is the guy who is capable of picking up a vending machine (though cannot throw it). He has a scar on his face, though most of it is covered by the bandage.
He previously worked for the Adamura family before the mine shut down and his employers terminated. He also was almost blown up by Izaya at the climax of the last installment and lost his job because of him, so he has been hunting Izaya down for revenge.
As it is mentioned in the novel, his name doesn’t fit him at all. Ayumi is usually a girl’s name. Also, just look at the second character of his first name.
The first character 歩 usually means ‘to walk’ and the second character 美
means ‘beauty’….this monstrous giant’s name means something like ‘a walking beauty.’
Yuuki Usubara 臼原ユウキ
Ayumi’s step-mother. She’s 23 and five years younger than Ayumi. So she sort of just showed up in his life rather suddenly. Not long after they met/she got married to his father, Ayumi’s father died. No one believes it was Yuuki who did it because the Usubara family barely had any money because of his father’s medical expenses (he was sick before it seems), and she took on his debt. She told Iroha that getting married was just kind of spontaneous.
She is a woman with a short build enough for onlookers to assume she is a young girl more than a grown lady, and her features extraordinarily arranged, but she is more of a woman that the word ‘pretty’ would come to mind more than ‘beautiful.’ And such a fairy-like woman is seated at the same table as the monstrous giant.
Byakuyamaru Natsugawara 夏瓦白夜丸
He is the commander of the Natsugawara group. He literally doesn’t appear until the end, so there is not much I can really say about him. Based on what he says in the epilogue, he seems to know of Shinra and Celty.
Kanshirou Munakata 棟像寒四郎
Unless I missed something, this character is only mentioned throughout the story. He doesn’t appear officially, in other words he doesn’t have any lines. I’m surprised he showed up in the cast. But he is a well-known baseball player and the main batter for the Natsugawara serpents.
Hope this helps. Should I do something similar for the Sunset novel. I originally wasn’t expecting reoccurring characters from the last one, and there are some characters from both novels that ended up running away and have gone ‘missing’ because of Izaya. This could mean other characters can come back. Who knows. Anyway, let me know if there is anything to clarify or what you want to hear.
The Arlington, Texas, police officer who fatally shot an unarmed black teenager has been fired, Police Chief Will Johnson announced Tuesday.
Johnson said 49-year-old Officer Brad Miller, who was undergoing field training, did not follow department tactics and policy when he entered a car dealership alone, without communicating to other officers at the scene, and confronted 19-year-old Christian Taylor early Friday.
“This demonstrated questionable decision-making on the part of Officer Miller that contributed to the outcome of this event,” Johnson told reporters.
Taylor, a football player at Angelo State University, was unarmed at the time of the shooting, though officers noted a bulge in his pocket that they later determined to be a wallet and cell phone. They had been dispatched to a burglary call, and at the scene, Taylor did not comply with their calls for him to get on the ground, Johnson said.
Miller, along with his field training officer, Cpl. Dale Wiggins, had been tasked with securing a perimeter. Instead, he “unilaterally” entered the building through a broken glass door, Johnson said.
Miller also did not communicate his actions to Wiggins, nor did he coordinate an arrest plan with the five other officers at the scene — normal procedure for a burglary call where no bystander’s life was at risk, Johnson said.
Over the course of two minutes, Miller’s “tactical error” would contribute to a fatal shooting, Johnson said. Miller began to give Taylor commands, which the teen did not follow. Miller then followed Taylor as he went further into the building.
Wiggins entered the building to catch up to his trainee and saw Miller standing as the teen advanced, the police chief said. As Taylor actively advanced, Wiggins assessed the threat and reached for his Taser. Miller then fired one shot, as Taylor was 7 to 10 feet away, Johnson said.
“This fear and isolation was part of his poor decision to enter the building alone and without an arrest plan,” Johnson said.
Taylor continued to advance, and Wiggins then deployed his Taser. Miller fired three more times, the police chief said.
“I have serious concerns as to the rationale articulated as to the use of deadly force in this incident,” Johnson said.
The chief added that more investigation — including an autopsy, ballistics test, and toxicology test — was necessary to determine whether Miller would face criminal charges. Once the investigation is complete, police will turn their findings over to the district attorney and a grand jury.
“The citizens of Tarrant County will determine whether it was legal,” Johnson said.
The chief added that he decided to terminate Miller’s employment after being briefed by homicide investigators on the statements of all the officers who were at the scene.
“This is an extraordinarily difficult case,” Johnson said. “Decisions were made that had catastrophic outcomes.”
He added that he was releasing the status of the investigation thus far in an attempt to help with the community’s healing process.
“Our community is hurting,” he said. “A family is hurting. Our department is certainly hurting. And quite frankly our nation is hurting.”
The police department is communicating with the FBI officials, who will become more involved if there is any indication that Taylor’s civil rights were violated, Johnson said.
Miller had been with the Arlington Police Department since September 2014. He graduated in March and was undergoing supervised field training — a status where Johnson said he would be expected to act as any other police officer.
On December 24, 1951, he married classmate Myrlie Beasley. Together they had three children: Darrell Kenyatta, Reena Denise, and James Van Dyke. Darrell died in February 2001 of colon cancer.
The couple moved to Mound Bayou, Mississippi, where Evers became a salesman for T. R. M. Howard’s Magnolia Mutual Life Insurance Company. Howard was also president of the Regional Council of Negro Leadership (RCNL); Evers helped organize the RCNL’s boycott of filling stations which denied blacks use of the stations’ restrooms. Evers and his brother Charles also attended the RCNL’s annual conferences in Mound Bayou between 1952 and 1954, which drew crowds of ten thousand or more.
Evers applied to the then-segregated University of Mississippi Law School in 1954 but his application was rejected. He submitted his application in concert with the NAACP as a test case.
In late 1954 Evers’ was named the NAACP’s first field secretary for Mississippi. In this position, he helped organize boycotts and set up new local chapters of the NAACP. He was involved with James Meredith’s efforts to enroll in the University of Mississippi in the early 1960s. Evers’ also helped Dr. Gilbert Mason Sr. organize the Biloxi Wade-Ins, protests against segregation efforts on the Mississippi Gulf Coast beaches.
Evers’ civil rights leadership and investigative work made him a target of white supremacists. In the weeks leading up to his death, the hostility directed towards him grew. His public investigations into the murder of Emmett Till and his vocal support of Clyde Kennard had made him a prominent black leader. On May 28, 1963, a Molotov cocktail was thrown into the carport of his home. On June 7, 1963, Evers was nearly run down by a car after he emerged from the Jackson NAACP office.
The Assassination of Medgar Evers By His Murderer, Byron De La Beckwith & How Long It Took To Get Justice
In the early morning of June 12, 1963, just hours after President John F. Kennedy‘s speech on national television in support of civil rights, Evers pulled into his driveway after returning from a meeting with NAACP lawyers. Emerging from his car and carrying NAACP T-shirts that read “Jim Crow Must Go,” Evers was struck in the back with a bullet fired from an Enfield 1917 rifle; the bullet ripped through his heart. He staggered 9 meters (30 feet) before collapsing. He was taken to the local hospital in Jackson where he was initially refused entry because of his color, until it was explained who he was; he died in the hospital 50 minutes later.[full citation needed]
The driveway where Medgar Evers was shot at 2332 Margaret Walker Alexander Drive.
District Attorney and future governor Bill Waller prosecuted De La Beckwith. Juries composed solely of white men twice that yeardeadlocked on De La Beckwith’s guilt.
In 1994, 30 years after the two previous trials had failed to reach a verdict, De La Beckwith was brought to trial based on new evidence.Bobby DeLaughter was the prosecutor. During the trial, the body of Evers was exhumed from his grave for an autopsy. De La Beckwith was convicted of murder on February 5, 1994, after having lived as a free man for much of the three decades following the killing (he was imprisoned from 1977 to 1980 for conspiring to murder A. I. Botnick). De La Beckwith appealed unsuccessfully, and died at age 80 in prison in January 2001.
The Murderer of Medgar Evers: Byron De La Beckwith
The White Citizens’ Council was founded in 1954 following the United States Supreme Court’s ruling in Brown v. Board of Education that school segregation was unconstitutional. Begun in Mississippi, chapters arose in towns across the South and used a variety of economic tactics to suppress black activism and sustain segregation. The councils applied pressure through boycotts, denial of loans and credit, employment termination, and other means. In Mississippi they prevented school integration until 1964.
De La Beckwith became a member of the White Citizens’ Council; however, he thought that more direct action was needed. On June 12, 1963, he assassinated NAACPcivil rightsleader Medgar Evers outside Evers’ home in Jackson.
The state twice prosecuted De La Beckwith for murder in 1964, but both trials ended with hung juries. The jurors were all male and all white. Mississippi had effectivelydisfranchised black voters since 1890, and they were thus prevented from serving on juries, whose membership was limited to voters. During the second trial, the former GovernorRoss Barnett (D) interrupted the trial to shake hands with Beckwith while Myrlie Evers, the widow of the activist, was testifying. In the 1980s, the Jackson Clarion Ledgerpublished reports on its investigation of the trial, which found that the Mississippi State Sovereignty Commission, supported by residents’ taxes, had assisted De La Beckwith’s attorneys in his second trial by using state resources to investigate members of the jury pool during voir dire.
According to Delmar Dennis, who acted as a key witness for the prosecution at the 1994 trial, De La Beckwith boasted of his role in the death of Medgar Evers at several KKK rallies and at similar gatherings in the years following his mistrials. In 1967, he unsuccessfully sought the Democratic Party’s nomination for Lieutenant Governor of Mississippi.
“Where Is the Voice Coming From?” (1963), a short story by the notable writer Eudora Welty, is considered one of the most significant works related to De La Beckwith’s crime. Welty was from Jackson, Mississippi, and she said later:
“Whoever the murderer is, I know him: not his identity, but his coming about, in this time and place. That is, I ought to have learned by now, from here, what such a man, intent on such a deed, had going on in his mind. I wrote his story–my fiction–in the first person: about that character’s point of view.”
Welty’s story was published in The New Yorker (July 6, 1963) soon after De La Beckwith’s arrest. So accurate was her portrayal that the magazine changed several details in the story before publication, for legal reasons.
His widow Myrlie Evers became a noted activist in her own right later in life, eventually serving as chair of the NAACP. Medgar’s brother Charles Evers returned to Jackson in July 1963 and served briefly in his slain brother’s place. He remained involved in Mississippi civil rights activities for many years and resides in Jackson.
On the 40-year anniversary of Evers’ assassination, hundreds of civil rights veterans, government officials, and students from across the country gathered around his grave site at Arlington National Cemetery to celebrate his life and legacy. Barry Bradford and three students—Sharmistha Dev, Jajah Wu and Debra Siegel, formerly of Adlai E. Stevenson High School in Lincolnshire, Illinois—planned and hosted the commemoration in his honor. Evers was the subject of the students’ research project.
In June 2013, a statue of Evers was erected at his alma mater, Alcorn State University, to commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of his death. Alumni and guests from around the world gathered to recognize his contributions to American society.
Evers was further honored in a tribute at Arlington National Cemetery on the 50th anniversary of his death. Former President Bill Clinton, Attorney General Eric Holder, Navy Secretary Ray Mabus, Senator Roger Wicker and NAACP President Benjamin Todd Jealous all spoke commemorating Evers. Evers’ widow, Myrlie Evers-Williams, who also honored her late husband, spoke on his contributions to the advancement of civil rights:
“Medgar was a man who never wanted aberration, who never wanted to be in the limelight. He was a man who saw a job that needed to be done and he answered the call and the fight for freedom, dignity and justice not just for his people but all people.”
Evers’ story inspired a 1991 episode of the NBC TV series In the Heat of the Night, entitled “Sweet, Sweet Blues”, written by author William James Royce. The story tells of a murder of a young black man and the elderly white man, played by actor James Best, who seems to have gotten away with the 40-year-old murder. (The TV episode preceded by several years the trial that convicted Beckwith.) In the Heat of the Night won its first NAACP Image Award for Best Dramatic Series that season.
Robert DeLaughter wrote a first-person narrative article entitled “Mississippi Justice” published in Reader’s Digest, and a book, Never Too Late: A Prosecutor’s Story of Justice in the Medgar Evers Case (2001), based on his experiences.
I usually don’t make posts like this, but I felt that this really needed to be shared. The reason why I’m sharing this is to bring awareness to our society, I know for a fact that I’m not the only one this has happened to. I also won’t be the last
(((Before I get into the specifics, I’ll make it known: I am professionally diagnosed as having ADHD, high-functioning form of autism, depression, and anxiety. I am properly medicated for the ADHD and mood disorders. This means that
UNDER FEDERAL LAW OF THE UNITED STATES, I AM PROTECTED UNDER THE CATEGORY LISTED AS “DISABLED”.)))
So, here’s my story:
I’ve recently been fired from my job. This was done out of pure retaliation in response to me standing up for my rights granted to me by the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) and for reporting multiple incidents against senior employees.
The first incident reported to management involved ableist language used against me AFTER the complete dismissal of my disabilities. “I don’t care about all of that, can you do this? Thanks” was the response I got when I first advocated for my disabilities. The ableist language being, “Wow, are you DEAF, too?” The culprit? A manager. The twist? It was done in front of customers, who promptly expressed their disapproval for the behavior on his part.
Embarrassed and hurt, my feelings on this incident were then not only dismissed by the owner, but also turned around into a victim-blaming defense tactic, questioning me, “What did YOU do?”. Expressing my dissatisfaction with the response from the higher ups, I sternly stated that another incident like this wouldn’t be tolerated and I’d look into filing a grievance if it happened again.
NO DISCIPLINARY ACTION WAS TAKEN AFTER REPORTING THE INCIDENT. My promise wasn’t taken seriously, and I was just shooed away with the statement, “This is an adult business, you don’t go around making threats like that”. What?
After this specific incident, I noticed changes in how I was treated. Some of the staff, management and the owner himself would hone in on me, nitpicking at the tiniest most minute things. It became routine that someone (without power) would come up to me and begin loudly berating me on the floor, with customers all around, if I did so much as miss a couple of tiny crumbs while sweeping during the rush.
It was then about a month after that first big incident that I was called in to sign a paper. I was being “warned” because there had been (supposedly) 2 customer complaints and 2 staff complaints. When I inquired as to what the complaints involved, I was DENIED the right to know. No physical proof was shown to me detailing there ever was a complaint from a customer.
Before and after this written warning, I had never engaged with anyone who was yelling at me, I just reported it to management. After the warning, I began secretly logging each of these unprofessional incidents in a notebook, detailing what occurred, the date, and who had been informed. My routine reports were seemingly having little to no effect on the behavior of these few staff members, but I continued to do so anyway.
The week before I was fired, on a Friday night, one of the particularly problematic staff members approached me. Aggressively, he demanded, “can you get these f*cking n*ggers off of my front bench?!”, then stormed off. I immediately reported it to management. While I believe the owner yelled at him for his inappropriate racial slur, again, NO FURTHER DISCIPLINARY ACTION WAS TAKEN. Instead, for the next week, each shift I worked with both him and his girlfriend, they honed in on me, harassing me and even resorted to name-calling at one point. I reported this also, and again, nothing happened.
Fast-forward to a week later, and I’m being told (again) that there’s been more complaints made against me. They are telling me I’m just not “working out” and they’re going to have to let me go. Again, in disbelief, I made the request to hear more of what or who the complaints involved. The owner chuckled at me when I asked to read or hear more of the complaints, “no, you absolutely may NOT” was his response. I explained to him that withholding this type of information again was detrimental to my understanding of what it was that I did wrong. He cut me off multiple times while I tried rewording my request, insisting that I’d “find another job, it was no problem.”
So, for those of you out there who feel something is “off” in your workplace, TRUST YOUR GUT INSTINCT, DO YOUR RESEARCH, AND STAND UP FOR YOUR RIGHTS. You REALLY could have a valid, legal case…
I AM in the beginning stages of filing a report with the EEOC and hiring a lawyer. I do have a voice and I won’t be silenced.
I’ve been thinking maybe I won’t go back into support work. After meeting with my friends (and old colleagues) last night I was warned that my old boss isn’t very happy with me because I broke a professional boundary with a client (after my employment was terminated) -we had a coffee after bumping into each other. It has just hit me like a brick wall that I REALLY don’t like having to be a fucking stone cold robot when trying to support people emotionally. It. Doesn’t. Fucking. Work! People respond more to empathy when being supported, people trust more when relationships are not one sided, so they can relate to the person trying to help, no power trip or rules. Just truth, human to human.
I will still support people, but I will do it through my blogs and by just being there for my friends and family and the people I meet. I don’t need to get paid for it. I never did it for the money. Don’t get me wrong, I UndersatANd why there are procedures and policies when supporting as a job - it’s to protect the emotions of the supporter. But fuck, I can’t treat people like I’m in control of our social exchange. I don’t wANt to become hardened when hearing people talk about their innermost feelings and horrific past traumas. I don’t want to have to try and support people to meet their goals so that I can tick a fucking box and reach a target for the statistics. I don’t like the hierarchy in employment. Like I said, the power trips.. No! We are all fucking equals, managers AND clients! We are all just humans. If everyone could just get over themselves and be sincere the world would be a better place.
You are equal to your psychiatrist, your therapist, your teachers -believe it or not. It is easy to not realise it or forget, we tend to put them on a pedestal and see them as someone with all the answers -but they go home and have emotions of their own and eat and shit and piss like the rest of us. Sorry I ranted, I slept on it, just had to vent.