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Unleashed pt. 45

Some words from u/eruwenn and I. Enjoy?
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  Chae’Sol stood at the centre of a large command deck, meticulously peeling the protective film from his new captain’s chair. The sensation of the slow but steady yielding of the film, the sweeping line following the contours of the seat in flowing curves; it was incredibly satisfying. Finally, with one last gentle pull, the last of his chair was uncovered and he stood back to admire his throne. Aside from the freshness of the seating itself, there were shiny new holo displays, touch sensors, and comms relays that were within easy reach of his seated fingertips. This ship would be the jewel in any fleet, a prototype Dreadnought made by the infamous Bardul of Shi’an. The Gowe Military faction had run into financial problems, and it had been left unpaid and unclaimed. What sorcery Kadir had used to find it, and purchase it, he did not know.
His comms unit beeped and Danyd’s voice came through. “Chae’S-” -He grumbled incoherently- “Captain, we’re ready to get underway.”
The Niham turned and sat back on his pristine chair, swinging his long legs over the armrest. “That was quick, Chief Engineer Ef’Yto
Danyd grunted at the use of his title. “Aye, these Awakened are efficient bastards.” The Satryn looked around at the enormous engineering bay. The entirety of the Porkchop Express could comfortably sit inside, and two of them could likely squeeze in. “Plus, this thing has never been used; feels weird not having anything to work on. It’s state of the art, and I’m having to read the manuals on half the new systems.”
Chae’Sol laughed, looking around at the Awakened as they were preparing their workstations. “Yeah, this command deck is a little intimidating. Even the Niham Armada didn’t have ships like this. There are fifteen weapons stations here, what in Tulseria’s name were the Gowe planning to do with this thing?”
“No idea.” The chief engineer walked to the large seat in front of his new work terminal, and hopped up onto it. The protective covering squeaked. “This thing has more firepower than half their fleet, it must have been something big. We’re lucky Kadir found out about the graveyard of unclaimed ships from one of his contacts.”
The newly-minted captain swung his legs down and sat up, straightening his black uniform and white collar. “That’s another thing: how does he have so many contacts? I was in the Tulseria-damned military, and I had no idea they would sell us fighters and weapons.”
“I know the feeling.” Danyd watched a junior engineer – Lily, an Awakened who wore a headband in her silver hair that sported long Kittran ears on it – begin running diagnostics on the Hoban Field Generator. “I'm aware he got the automated weapons for the system port from my people, somehow. As for how he accomplishes all he does, I think his time working with that fancy Anatidae councillor opened more than a couple of doors for him.”
Chae’Sol stood, running his fingers through his perfect hair. “Doors, windows, rear entrances and damned secret portals, all leading to a dark realm of shady deals and supplies. We have an Imperium Capital Ship for Tulseria’s sake! Nobody knows where he got it, or where he’s now hidden it.” He looked at his holo display, noting the specks springing blinking into existence as the other ships of Federation origin came to life. “Let’s just be glad he’s on our side.”
The chief engineer tugged at the green collar to his uniform. “Our side used to be a damn sight smaller.” Lily had finished her diagnostic tests and sent the results to his console. Her report included an adjustment that would create a potential three percent increase in crystal efficiency, and a small drawing of a smiling leokit with a crim-bar. He groaned, then reported back with, “We’re ready to go when you are.”
The Niham strode confidently across the command deck, stopping to stand in front of the huge vid screen at the front of the room. All around him were his crew, made up mostly from the Ashi, Awakened, and Kasurians. “Let’s get this show started.”
 
 
Jaym sat with a bowl of Tony the leokas cereal in front of her. It wasn't just a catchy advertising slogan - it really was great. She and Elizabeth had worked together so much in the engineering section of the Porkchop Express that they had become close, often spending their free time together. Indeed, Elizabeth currently sat opposite her, carefully rebuilding a power coupling and occasionally tapping at her datapad. Shortly after the results of her most recent tap played out, Elizabeth paused her work on the power coupling. Without speaking, she held up her datapad so that Jaym could see.
On the screen was Tony and his mate Jolie, and Skeena’s voice could be heard excitedly talking about collecting urine samples from the female. Jaym screwed up her face at first until Skeena announced the pregnancy test was positive. Tony was going to be a father! She couldn't contain her joy and screamed loudly, grabbing the screen and running all the way to the bridge to show the others.
Ranjaz was stretched out across the captain’s chair as Jaym burst in, and didn’t open his eyes until she began shaking his leg. Even then he didn’t pay much attention. “I told you not to let Elizabeth play with any more systems till after the mission.”
She blushed slightly, as their last improvement had inverted their water treatment system and blown six power couplings. "It's not that!" she said, holding up the datapad and starting the video. "Look!"
At the first syllable of Skeena's voice, Ranjaz sat bolt upright. The video held his full attention, and when Tony's impending fatherhood was announced the Kittran's whoops of delight could be heard all through the Porkchop Express. He reached underneath his seat and retrieved a small, fluffy bed, then picked up Aiov. Ranjaz led his unusual dance partner in a quick spin of joy before replaying the GalacTube video for her. “You’re going to be an Aunty!”
Eruwenn leaned back in the large seat that had once been Embar’s. “I didn’t think they were related?”
The Kittran nodded. “Aiov is Tony’s sister. Aaron adopted them both, and that’s how human families work. They just keep adding members, like a Dular adding shells to its burrow. Family is family.”
Cygna pressed a few buttons on her Navigator terminal, moving the video to the main screen as well as starting it over. “I still can’t believe you keep one of these under your seat. I mean, it’s a leokas!”
Ranjaz held Aiov up and they briefly rubbed noses. “Just a little one!”
The Anatidae laughed. “I can see living with the human has had quite a profound effect on you.”
With one of his trademark grins he held Aiov out towards Eruwenn. “Wanna nose rub?”
"Ah," the councillor said, shrinking back from the offer, "despite her size she is still a predator, and I am not quite ready for such a close encounter.”
From the pilot seat Ripley stood, taking Aiov from Ranjaz. “She is not a toy.” She briefly snuggled the tiny leokit to her chest, then passed her to Jaym. “Take her for food and exercise; she must grow up strong.”
Jaym also cuddled the wriggling Aiov close, and not just because the little leokit was adorable. Aiov had tripled in size, and was becoming a bit of a handful. “Thor was preparing her food; I’ll take her down to him.”
Once the junior engineer had left, and Ripley returned to the pilot seat, Ranjaz began tapping on the console in front of him. “Looks like we’ll be free to take the shuttle down to the surface with the next group.”
Cygna drummed her fingers on the arms of her chair. “I didn’t realise it would be so busy.”
Ranjaz shrugged. “There was a quake on the fourth planet, so mining colonies are shut down while the nerds poke around. Along with that, we got three big freighters waiting for resupply. That’s a lot of bored folks looking to kill time.” Ripley grunted, prompting a chuckle from the Kittran. “You don’t approve of their choice of leisure activity?”
After their few cycles together Eruwenn was already learning a lot about her shipmates. Ripley, for instance, wasn’t one for talking. She decided to interject before the Captain irritated her too much, as they would need her focus soon enough. “Gambling and pleasure palaces are not to everyone's taste, of course, but these sorts of things are covered under local governance.”
Without skipping a beat Ranjaz replied, “I know that’s the official line, but you sure as shit have tax codes for all of it. If you want to look down on folks, don’t pretend you aren’t profiting from it.”
Cygna, ever defensive of her mentor, jumped in. “That’s a bold statement for someone who never paid a credit in tax until it was automatically deducted from his Galactic Federation pay.”
Ranjaz laughed, then continued, keeping his voice care-free. “Taxed on what? I never owned anything.”
Eruwenn could see the trap her junior was walking into but decided to let this be a learning experience. The Kittran was wily, and the Anatidae found him entertaining. Cygna, as she had predicted, scoffed at his claims. “I’ve read your file. When you were arrested you had a ship, five shuttles and thousands in valuable goods confiscated.”
“Exactly!” His eyes lit up as he cornered her. “It was confiscated because it was stolen, so I didn’t own it. Imagine a world where you can keep stolen goods if you pay tax on them. Even I think that’s crazy.”
The Fae’Dan paused, and the anger evaporated from her voice as she realized what he had said, replaced by a slightly impressed tone of surprise. “Well, maybe, but… Really? You stole all of it?”
Ranjaz shrugged. “Or won it. I’m pretty good at Dalcho.”
Cygna perked up. “I play Dalcho myself, we shou-”
“No,” Eruwenn interrupted. Some lessons were too expensive. “Do not play Dalcho with someone who can get free priority entry permits to a casino.”
The former operative shook her head. “I’m a great player, you’ve seen me in the council chambers. I took that Ley’Rulian trader for five hundred credits.”
The Anatidae smiled kindly. “And he had five shuttles when he was arrested.”
Cygna slowly turned from Eruwenn to Ranjaz, noticing his grin and the sparkle in his eye. It was most definitely the smile of a predator. He gave a little chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’s been a long time since I played. No gambling on Galactic Federation ships, you know.” He laughed again. “Oh wait, you read my file.”
The Fae’Dan nodded. “Perhaps we should focus on the mission.” She gave a slight bow to Eruwenn before returning her attention to her console.
Ranjaz looked at Eruwenn and stuck out his tongue. “Don’t ruin my fun!”
The Ambassador smiled. “I don’t play Dalcho, but there is a human game called chess I quite enjoy. Perhaps we could play sometime?”
The Kittran gave a nod. Keeping his voice neutral, he replied. “I don’t know that one, but there’s another human game we could try. Poker?”
"We have permission to dock at the holding ring and send down a shuttle," Ripley abruptly called out. "Let’s get this whatever it is and make the rendez-vous.”
Both of Ranjaz’s fangs showed as he grinned. “If we’re going to pull a job on Chisola Prime, first you’re going to need to look the part!”
 
 
Aaron walked down the corridor of the Hive ship, the strange spiderlike creature trailing behind him as he followed one of the corpse vines as it receded deeper into the ship. He turned and watched the creature, which shrank back from him and crouched low to the ground. “I’m sorry I kicked you. You simply startled me; you don’t have to hide.”
The lighting never changed in the endless corridors of the ship, and only the most uninteresting of doors deigned open for him. At this point, he had lost track of time completely. Through perseverance he’d made several important discoveries. The bulbous shapes in the flower vase room were seats; he was fairly certain of that after finding another room with bodies sitting in them. The vines that came for them were the ones he was now following, and by now he must have seen hundreds of dead Hive.
The second discovery was that the Hive came in a variety of shapes and sizes. There were two main ones, as far as he could tell, and the first were the four legged kind that had so kindly thrown him in the rejuvenating jelly bean. The second was bipedal, and looked a hell of a lot meaner. While the ones he deemed workers looked somewhat like ants to him, in shades of reds and browns, the second type looked much more commanding. Their carapace had thicker layers of armour in green, gold and red, and was spiked at the shoulders and joints. Even their legs had spines and to top the look off their heads were much more angular. Whether they were soldiers, commanders, or something else, he didn’t know. Through observation of the corpses he had discovered the most confusing feature yet: a strange section in the centre of their abdomen that was filled with what seemed to be a grey fluid.
Ahead of him, not skittering away like the rest, was an aphid that no longer emitted a pale green glow. Something whooshed overhead towards the slow and sluggish aphid, and Aaron instinctively threw himself to the ground before he realized what it was. "That's how you get kicked!” He stood up, brushing himself off. “Fuck, that scares the ever-loving shit out of me every fucking time.”
The huge creature looked up at him and whined as it munched on the sick aphid. He was probably imagining the apology in its eyes, but Aaron still shook his head. “I know, I know. It’s your job. They clean the floors, you keep their population healthy. Just stop leaping over me like that, fuck. I’m going to have a heart attack.” It whined and backed away from his angry words, and he tried to keep his voice to calmer tones. “Don’t be like that. I’ve told you enough times.”
When he looked down the corridor again, the retreating corpse vines had disappeared around a corner. Aaron began to jog after them, and after he'd put some distance in he heard the pattering footsteps of his terrifying shadow. He tried to pay it no mind. Once the vines were back in sight he slowed and followed behind them, singing his direction song quietly to himself. “Left, right, straight. Left, left, right. Straight, straight, left, left. Right, right, straight, right, right.”
The ship was massive and, other than some areas smelling funkier than others, there was no variation in lighting, decoration or layout. The song was his map back to the rejuvenation pod, which was his only safe source of hydration. His companion padded along behind him, a friendly nightmare to accompany him on his seemingly endless journey. “We really need to give you a name.” He wished he had his phone with him so he could channel all his nervous energy into making a video. “The audience demands a name. Plus, I won’t be able to sell merch without one.” He turned and looked at the creature. “I’ll probably have to create space-halloween first, or maybe I’ll get lucky and find that you’re cute to some species.”
Aaron returned to following the corpse vine, waving a hand high as he spoke, gesticulating to the heavens. “The name is what matters: a good name makes all the difference.” He began seriously pondering the naming matter. “Aragog, Shelob; you know, lean into your size for a characterization. But then again, that's not really going to make people like you.” He looked back over his shoulder as the unnamed beast trotted happily behind him. He assumed happy, at least. It now tended to make an odd gurgling noise after eating, and it roamed closer to him than before. “You know, I never got to name Sassie – she’s my dog. I told you about her yesterday, or the day before.” He really was losing track of the days he’d been here. “I got her from a rescue. She was skinny, and so damn angry, with scars on her legs and under her fur. I had to have special visits before I could keep her. Prove I was worthy.”
Talking helped take his mind from the gnawing emptiness in his stomach. Hydration and nutrients osmotically obtained from some weird pod were nowhere near as satisfying as a burger and a cold beer. “Her first visit, she had a rubber ball. It was her only possession, and she loved it.” There was a touch of pride in his voice. “Took me an hour before she gave it up to play. The lady from the rescue centre said I was the first.” He choked up, blinking back tears. “Anyway, couple more visits and she got to stay. Crazy dog was such a handful. She once tried to climb a tree to chase a squirrel. Got her legs over the first branch and just dangled, kicking her back legs.” He began chuckling to himself. “She once tried to jump through a car window; some guy was parked at the lights as we walked past.”
He was just chatting now, lost in his memories as he walked. “You know the type, loud radio, windows rolled down on a sunny day, annoying the shit out of everyone in the town. He tossed some litter out of his window and she just launched herself at him. Scared the life out of me at the time - funny as fuck now, of course.” He laughed again. “Then there were the swans. Man, were they not ready. She loved to swim – I told you that before – swimming and splashing was her favourite release. Well, that and chasing rabbits which is, kinda, how I ended up here. Anyway, she would just swim up and down, right past the ducks and stuff, somehow never interested in them. Then one summer these swans came along...” He paused, realising his new friend didn’t know what a duck or a swan was, or even summer, probably. Before attempting to explain, he realised they also didn’t understand english, so it really didn’t matter. “Anyway, swans being belligerent bastards, I called her out of the water straight away. Those mean white fuckers chased her all the way to shore.”
He turned around, now grinning broadly. “But, once her feet hit the ground in the shallow water and she was able to stand, did those sons of bitches turn and swim away as fast as they could.” He paused, trying to remember his original point. He really was very hungry. “Oh yeah, so trying to stop her fighting everything that moved meant I didn’t have time to teach her a new name. Figured it would be confusing to her. Sassie she was, and so Sassie she stayed.”
There was a tightening in his chest as he thought of her missing him. “Took a lot of years and a lot of time for her to get where she is now. I know Alexa will take care of her, but still, it’s my job, and I need to get back to doing it. She won’t understand…” He choked up completely, taking a moment to compose himself before clearing his throat and returning his monologue to its original course. “Anyway, names. Names matter.”
“Maybe you’re a girl monster. Charlotte?” He shook his head. That name just didn’t seem fitting. “We could call you Peter Parker? Although, you’re more of a man-sized spider than a spiderman... Parker Peter? Then again, big, scary spiders say one thing to me. Australia. You like to jump, we could call you Roo? Or, how about Ozzy? Or Bruce? Hmm, that’s a sharks name though… can you swim?”
His train of thought derailed suddenly as he saw an open door ahead of them through which the vines were receding. The pair of them continued walking behind the vine until it disappeared into the doorway and Aaron ran forward, pulling something from his pocket. He’d been saving the foil wrapping from the ration bricks, folding them together to form a wedge. He jammed his makeshift door stop under the bottom corner of the door as it began to slide shut. It ground to a halt. “Boom! Told you it would work.”
He stood and finally looked into the vastness beyond. Through the doors was, somehow, a rolling meadow, complete with trees, giant mushrooms and plants he had no name for. Vines were also everywhere, receding further across the great wilderness. “What the hell? I thought I was on a spaceship? Am I underground?”
Staring intently at the sky, he stepped onto the deep moss beyond the door. He looked at the wall around the interior and saw it was rock, and more plant life clung to every crack and crevice. As he walked slowly forward his eyes followed the vine as it headed for a large, colourful, monolith. He approached and saw that its shape was similar to the vase flowers. He watched as the corpse vines deposited their cargo on top of the monolith. Not on, he corrected himself;they were dropping inside.
He looked back to the door, nervous that it might close and lock him in. A large black shadow lurked just beyond the door, and he was torn. Should he explore this 'outside' world, or retreat to the place where he at least had the rejuvenation pods? He looked up at the sky, basking in the warm and invigorating embrace of the sunlight. He blinked at the brightness, being cautious to not look at the sun directly, and something else suddenly caught his eye. It was, incredibly, a door. A door that floated in the sky.
The thing about human eyes is that they might be easily fooled, but a shift in perspective can easily change what you see to something entirely different. Aaron was looking up at a ceiling, like the one in the Atrium back on the Azrimad, but a hundred times more convincing.
Once back inside the doorway he watched the spiderling he was beginning to think of it as a friend dancing back and forth a short distance away. It seemed… happy. “Ok buddy, I’m back.” Aaron’s stomach made a loud gurgling sound and he rubbed it, trying to squeeze the hunger away. Fingers found muscle easier than usual, and he knew he was definitely losing weight. “We should head back. I need sleep.” He thought for a moment and made a final decision, bending down to pull the foil wedge clear. “I doubt there’s a communicator or command deck in there. Let’s go home, Ozzy.”
The trip back was uneventful, Aaron sang his direction song as they navigated the labyrinth. A few more aphids were snacked on by his leggy companion, but his own legs were heavy by the time he was almost back to the jelly beans. Despite being exhausted he had made two stops to create another pair of flower vases for the aphids, as well as scattering a ration brick as he passed by. The aphids waited, as they always did, till he and Ozzy were far enough away before enjoying his bounty. Still, the human derived satisfaction from their presence.
Exhausted and weary, Aaron was glad to finally make it back to the room he was reluctantly calling his temporary home. As the door to the rejuvenation pod slid open he was met, forcefully, by the barrel of an energy rifle. Unfortunately for Aaron, due to a considerable height difference, the barrel had struck him squarely in the groin, and he instantly fell to his knees. He came face to face with his attacker with tears in his eyes, clutching his tenderness and coughing. From the other being came incomprehensible yelling, as well as a lot of gun waving. Also, there was coughing.
Aaron, eventually mustering enough self-presence to do something other than deal with the after effects of the gun-to-groin encounter, wiped the moisture from his eyes and tried to butt in to the one-sided conversation. "Relax! I'm the one who just got snookered in the fucking balls, here! Why in the world are you so mad?"”
The gun was pressed to his forehead by the tiny attacker, who shouted something unintelligible with their black eyes focused on him. They paused to cough, then stepped back, glaring at Aaron until they seemed to feel comfortable enough with the situation to take one hand off of their weapon and pull out a datapad. They held it up, and Aaron frowned at the familiar but still unintelligible colours that swirled on the screen. Then a small vent at the bottom of the device squirted out a puff of sickly sweet scent.
Aaron pulled back from the odour. "What the fuck was that?"
With some distance between them, the human finally got a good look at his opponent. They were barely waist-height, furry, with a long nose and dark banding across their brown fur. The banding was heaviest across their eyes and although that’s where the similarities ended, it was enough for the human’s brain to forge a connection. “Listen, Rocket, there’s a virus on this ship. You need to get in the jelly bean. Trust me.”
The rifle was thrust at him shakily in one hand, the tablet again was raised and a swirl of colours and shapes greeted him. “I don’t speak fucking winamp plugin!” On the wall behind his captor Aaron spotted a dull orange aphid, struggling to climb the wall. He smiled as he slowly leaned to one side. “Have you met Ozzy?”
The huge arachnid leapt over them both, causing the newcomer to blindfire at the wall. Aaron seized his chance and snatched away the weapon. He grabbed the newcomer by the front of their armoured uniform and slammed them to the ground. They cried out in pain and began their incomprehensible yelling once more. The accompanying coughing fit was bad, and Aaron dragged them to their feet. Realising that his solitude had caused him to revert to English, he switched back to galactic standard to offer a warning about the disease. “You’re going to die!”
A shocked look crossed their face as the human effortlessly lifted them and slam dunked them into a blue jelly bean. Ozzy gurgled happily through his aphid crunching. Aaron snatched up the energy rifle, but found it was difficult to hold due to its small size. He leaned over the jelly bean, noting the occupant drifting off to sleep.
Hunger and tiredness were forgotten as adrenaline flooded his system. There was no way the newcomer was alone. He left the pod room to begin searching, and Ozzy seemed to pick up on his intention and followed behind, keeping close to the human. “Good boy!” He had no idea what prompted it, likely some automated response, and it was as though he watched his movements from outside of his body as he reached back and gently scratched the arachnid's head. He was rewarded with happy gurgles, or at least that's what he hoped the noises were. “You did good back there.”
He made his way along the corridor towards the same airlock he had once chosen as his final exit. His recent suspicion proved correct as he heard a strange sound up ahead, as if someone was running a wet finger around the rim of a glass. He carefully leaned around the curve and saw another figure, dressed in the same uniform as the first. No fur on this one, although they were equally small in size, and they somehow looked like they were made of glass which couldn’t decide on a colour.
This time he remembered to use galactic standard. “Keep your hands where we can see you. We’ve got you surrounded!” The figure was clearly startled, as the ambient resonating noise began varying wildly in pitch at the same moment as their colour shifted to a solid blue. Aaron cursed. He didn’t have a translator, having instead opted for learning standard and winging everything else. The whole federation knew standard, so he hadn’t truly considered getting the implant. “Something is wrong with our translators,” he continued to bluff. “Do you speak galactic standard?”
A datapad was hastily pulled from a pocket, and as buttons were pressed the resonating sound became more rhythmic. From the datapad sprung noises. No, it was a voice! “Why do you speak Procyon? Where is Commander Bertolannixostraphes?
Aaron began relaxing at the situation he found himself in, but inside he was brimming with joy. Finally, he could talk with someone! “There is a virus on this ship, and many are dead. If your commander is the raccoon-looking guy, I got them into a healing pod. They’re going to be fine.” Under his breath he added, “probably.”
The resonating began and shortly afterwards the voice translated, “Who are you? Why did you not answer our communications.”
Opting for honesty in the hopes of leniency, Aaron stepped into view. “I’m a passenger. I don’t have access to the ship's systems.” The newcomer was looking at the tiny gun, so the human tossed it forward. “I didn’t know if you were friendly. I can take you to your friend, and you should probably get treatment as well.”
The now-orange alien walked forward, their movement accompanied by the strange sound of ceramic plates rubbing together. “That won’t be a problem, we Tricinic do not catch meat diseases. I am Tsy'lo, take me to the commander.” They turned to look behind them. “Where are the others?”
Aaron pointed to Ozzy. “It’s just us two.”
Colours swirled and the small glass person thrummed. The datapad spoke, “You are the last human, the Ambassador. Correct?”
Turning and gesturing to be followed, he began to lead the way to the rejuvenation room. “I am the first human, Ambassador Aaron Cooper, professional bounty hunter. Just call me Aaron. Are you the rescue party? Is Alexa here? Did she bring Sassie?”
It took a moment for the translation to come back. “I don’t know those names. We are the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad and we responded to distress calls and found this ship. Adrift.” They had walked a little way when Tsy'lo stopped and regarded Ozzy, who was still faithfully following behind. “Why does the achalo follow you?”
“Ozzy?” Aaron shrugged. “I think he was lonely. So, were you sent into Hive space to find me, or are you on some top secret mission? You aren’t with the Sentinels, are you?”
“Lonely? But it is an achalo.” Tsy'lo was confused and their colour visibly swirled. “Why would a rescue mission be secret? And, we weren’t sent, we were already here.”
Now it was the human who was confused. “Like spies behind enemy lines? Is that why you are in Hive space?”
The Tricinic hummed at a higher frequency. “It is our space. We are the Hive!”
 
 
Admiral Pelar of the third fleet stood in the centre of the training mat. On the floor around her were four tough looking Ashi, while a fifth was now squaring off against her. She blocked the jab and the surprise knee strike that followed, turning effortlessly to bring her elbow to her opponents ribs. With another deft turn she was behind him and kicking his knees forward. He tried to roll clear but she had anticipated the move and, as he rose, her spinning boot struck the side of his head.
“Nice try gentlemen.” She walked away and caught a towel thrown by the drill instructor. “That last one has potential,” she said, and the drill instructor nodded. “Next time, I expect at least one of them to land a hit. If not, I’ll have you in the ring instead, to make sure you still have what it takes.” She saw the fear in his eyes. “I accept nothing but the best from the Third Fleet.”
The medics ran onto the mat as she dabbed at her forehead, and she spotted Jar’Bek sitting on a bench nearby. She walked over to him and he stood, straightening what was no doubt an extremely expensive suit. “From one disappointment to another.”
The lawyer smiled. “Imagine only seeing your son when he is paid to be in your presence,” he countered.
She smirked. “Your tongue is still your most deadly weapon.”
He nodded. “Ah, but it must make you proud to see me make use of the things you taught me.”
Her face twitched. “I taught you to be a true Ashi, a soldier. I taught you to respect-”
Jar’Bek held up his hand. “I’m here on my client’s business, not yours. And, as I am paid a considerable sum per gal, let us not waste their money on matters that are concluded.” He enjoyed the irritation on her face. “I am here to finalise the amnesty treaties, and conclude your membership as citizens of Earth.”
The Admiral held up her hands, looking down at her combat training clothing. “I must shower and change first. Please, wait for me in my private office.” She smiled politely.
“No.” His smile seemed to hover as if it was a mask that could slip at any time. “You may have disowned me, but I still remember your tricks. You knew the time of our meeting; you had me brought here so you could intimidate me with this display of aggression. Then you ask me to wait in your office amongst your memorabilia and trophies.” He watched the anger behind her eyes. “You really think these tired old tricks will work on me?”
She sneered. “At least you remember something.”
“Oh, I had the scars removed, but I kept the lessons.” He walked away. “My client's time is valuable and I have scheduled a meeting with the other fleet Admiral’s for later this cycle. Since we have no time for your games, let us go to the briefing room. My team is already set up. If you wish to shower, know that it is more of your negotiating time you are wasting, and I do so hate waste.” He collected his briefcase and walked out of the room.
Captain Loring hurried after Jar’Bek, catching him as he entered the elevator. “You sure you want to antagonise the Admiral like that?”
He leaned back against the wall of the elevator and relaxed, letting out a small sigh. “A little negotiating trick a Kittran taught me. Anyway, she is no longer my Admiral.”
Elora’Tan leaned back on the opposite wall. “She is your mother, Jar.”
“Ha.” Jar’Bek laughed. “She disowned me. This is the first contact we’ve had in I forget how many celes. Her first thought is to try and intimidate me with that display. She likes to beat on cadets, she likes to cause pain, and she wanted me to watch.”
Loring gave a weak smile. “It forges strong soldiers. We can’t afford weakness.”
The elevator stopped and Jar’Bek took a step closer to Elora’Tan. “You think it was weakness that made me leave?” He didn’t let her answer, turning and exiting into the hallway. His voice now resonated with authority as he growled, “In case you people have forgotten, the Ashi will operate under the same rules as the rest of the colony. My mother is not the law... I am the law.
 
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Peacock Patricia "Peacock" Watson Gallery | Quotes | Move List Peacock action portrait by oh8-d2qigab.jpg Murder-Go-Round Information Peacock (JP: ピーコック) was originally a human girl by the name of Patricia Watson who was turned into an Anti-skullgirl biomechanical weapon by Dr. Avian. Her arsenal consists of the Argus System, a synthetic Parasite, and her "gang", which includes the Avery Unit, Andy Anvil, Tommy Ten-Tons, George Bomb, and Lonesome Lenny.
General Information Peacock is one of the original eight playable characters in Skullgirls, standing out as having the most (unique) assist characters, and was among the first characters ever conceived by Alex Ahad. Her backstory was revealed in detail in the "Meaner. Better. Faster. Stronger" Origin Story in Skullgirls Mobile. Her homestage is Lab 8.
Peacock is capable of aging. Some of her parts may need to be re-fitted because of this.
Peacock took up smoking after her transformation. They are imaginary cigars that are created in a similar manner to her other summons.
Alex Ahad has stated that Peacock will never stop believing in imaginary friends.
Peacock's favorite television program is "Annie: Girl of the Stars". She is shown to own merchandise from the show as she is seen wearing Sagan slippers while in her sleeping attire.
Personality Nothing sates Peacock's boredom more than a good cartoon and laying waste to anyone or anything in her sight. Brash, combative, and impatient, Peacock is easily the most outspoken and infamous member of the Anti-Skullgirl Labs, as well as the most prominent. Peacock is also, for the most part, optimistic and light-hearted, and considers imminent threats more of invitations to brawl. Her tendency toward violence is a reflection of both her tragic past and near-death experience as well as the cartoons she cherishes.
Despite having a damaged psyche, Peacock does not attack people out of sheer randomness or without provocation. Although rude and impersonal to fellow ASG Lab 8 members (and most people in general) superficially, Peacock still very much considers them family, and will go to certain lengths to protect them from harm (or in the case of her and Big Band's story mode, further harm). Dr. Avian was particularly close to Peacock, and his death sent her into an outrage to search for his murderer.
None, however, are closer to Peacock than Marie Korbel, her one true friend from her past and the Skullgirl she was tasked to destroy. In the end, she disposes of Marie as she was instructed, but personally sees to it that Marie's wish to end the Medici Mafia is carried out.
Character Basis Origin Peacock's dialogue and animations reference multiple cartoon eras, but chiefly feature 40's-50's era cartoon violence and slapstick.
Name Her true name is Patricia Watson, while she herself came up with Peacock. The word "peacock" is the more commonly known name of the peafowl, but is actually the term for the male bird.
The name Patricia is derived from the Latin word "patrician" and means "noble". Watson is a patronymic surname meaning "son of Walter". It should be noted that Walter means "ruler of the army", which accurately describes her relationship with her gang.
Being once close friends, Marie continues to address her as Patricia. Her gang typically refer to her as "boss".
Design Her natural eye color used to be green before they were gouged out by slave traders. The Argus System is Peacock's only means of sight, as the ones on her face are actually empty eye-sockets. The holes left are also a visual pun: Due to her design being based on American cartoons, her eye-sockets could easily be interpreted as though they are natural eyes; drawn in the style of a 1930's cartoon character. The joke is how similar styles of drawing can offer different perceptions on how something looks. Her references are similar to the 30's such as Mickey Mouse.
Her cartoon revolver bears resemblance to the Smith & Wesson Model 29, a .44 Magnum revolver made famous by Clint Eastwood's Dirty Harry.
In older design concepts, Peacock was intended to be a more "demented type" character, originally being envisioned as a scarred, sociopathic individual due to her experience as a slave. At one point, she was considered to be a boss alongside Marie. Her design was changed to be more 'cartoony' and lighthearted. These design documents also included references to her abilities being part magic with spells being carved onto her bones.
Story Patricia once lived with Marie in an orphanage, which was originally a nobleman's house, in Rommelgrad. Having to make do with what was available, both girls used to dress in maid outfits that they found within the house. At some point, they were captured by slave traders, but because Patricia was too defiant to be a slave, she was mutilated as an example to the others: Her eyes were gouged out, and she was also maimed.
Patricia before peacock.png Patricia as a patient at Lab 8 One year prior to the events of Skullgirls, Lab 8 teamed up with Lab 0 and the Last Peacock Hooded.png Patricia before becoming Peacock Hope to infiltrate the Medici warehouse said to be containing Rommelgrad's refugees. Although Valentine and the rest of her gang safely rescued the refugees, there was very little Valentine could do to repair the damage done to Patricia's body and was even willing to abandon her as a casualty of war. Big Band, however, believed that Dr. Avian would be of help and took the girl back to the Anti-Skullgirl Labs. The doctor informed him that Patricia would adapt well to her new eyes and that she would be walking in no time. Patricia became insistent on becoming an ASG soldier after the impression left on her by Lab 8's team. Despite that, Avian was wary about giving her too much power, while admitting her compatibility with the Avery Unit is strong. After some tests, Patricia's Argus System and Avery Unit were completely installed, and the combination proved to make her more powerful than the scientists had anticipated. Instead of being able to bend only space, Patricia could also bend other aspects of reality, spawning Tommy and Andy during her training. Eager to sign up for Lab 8's team, she assigned herself the name "Peacock".
She later vanished into the city with her gang, causing Lab 8's crew to worry immensely about her safety and condition after her surgery, and Stanley insisted that Big Band find her as soon as possible. Following her trail, Big Band stumbled upon an ice cream stand from which Peacock and her gang ate all of the ice cream except for Rocky Road. He considered this a clue, but later assumes that she was merely stress eating due to all the strange new occurrences happening to her all at once. He finally arrived at a movie theater, where he found the "clown car" that Peacock was said to have driven away in. As the vehicle appeared damaged, he burst into the theatre, assuming that the Medici may have returned for her. Peacock is revealed to be perfectly fine, having gone around the town because she felt she needed a break from the labs. The two begin to hit it off; although Big Band tells her she could have taken a break without causing property damage, they begin to connect through what they like most in a movie.
Ending: After defeating the Skullgirl, which turns out to be her best friend Marie, Peacock destroys the Skull Heart, though the skull heart claimed her act to be "foolish" and that this will "not be over". She and Marie have a friendly conversation before Marie disappears from the world, and Peacock vows to take revenge on the people who made both their lives miserable.
She is seen confronting the true head of the Medici family and his own secret weapon (Black Dahlia) and the two duke it out.
Abilities & Fighting Style With Peacock's physics-bending arsenal, nothing is sacred. She is a kind of character that will exploit any opportunity to its maximum and get away with it. No enemies of hers last long against her sharp eyes and sharper gun...blades. Her opponents last even shorter against her array of flower pots, baseballs, bowling balls, combustible toy cars, and countless other hazards that fill the air. Peacock never plays fairly, and isn't afraid to call in her goons to fight with her. In the rare occasions when Peacock can't topple her opponent, she can simply stall the battle until the timer runs out.
The Avery Unit has the power to “distort” which is a side effect of Peacock’s insanity. She can’t create things out of thin air, but rather modify Lab 8’s range of specialized arsenal. There are certain limits and her summons are only temporary. Her power is still growing so she may be able to summon more things in the future. This is suggested in Big Band's story mode, were he warns Peacock that she 'ain't ready' yet and has to be taught her 'limitations the hard way', but understands her potential in the future by saying 'we're gonna need those girls if we don't want to lose the last of the light'.
Trailer Skullgirls Introducing Peacock!Skullgirls Introducing Peacock! Color Palettes Peacock's Color Palettes.png Peacockcolors23-25.png "Rerun" - Default colors "Inkling" - Original colors "Untouchable" - Alucard (Hellsing) "Sketchy" - Original colors Original colors "Pea Shooter" - Lucky the Leprechaun (Lucky Charms cereal) "Dream Catcher" - Peacock's story mode intro pajamas "That's All Folks!" - Black-and-white cartoons "Freeze Frame" - Cirno (Touhou) Original colors Milk-Chan (Super Milk-Chan) Original colors Easy Default colors Hsien-Ko Original colors "Ultraviolent" - The Warden (Superjail) Inspector Gadget (Inspector Gadget) Sayaka Miki (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) Raspberyl (Disgaea series) - Indiegogo backer color ”Mean One” - The Grinch (How the Grinch Stole Christmas!) Princess Daisy (Super Mario series) Indian peafowl - Indiegogo backer color "Wildcard" - The Joker (DC Comics) - Indiegogo backer color Nonon Jakuzure (Kill la Kill) Annie Cuphead (Cuphead) Woody (Toy Story) Trivia Peacock's Ant Wasted move (c.MK) does not kill the ant, but rather the beam from the magnifying glass teleports it back to a safe area. In addition, all ants (if Peacock summons multiple through cancelling the move repeatedly) are the same ant, summoned from alternate universes. People who donated $50 to the Skullgirls Evo 2013 Breast Cancer Donation Drive could request a personalized voice mail message from one of the game's voice actors. Peacock's voice actress was requested to sing "Yakko's World" from the cartoon show Animaniacs and two versions of this cover exist, the original with the voice unmodified and the Lab Zero edit which has the voice modified to match the filter Peacock's voice has in-game.[1] The name of Peacock's "Robo With a Shotgun" move is a reference to the 2011 film "Hobo With a Shotgun," which in turn is based on a fake trailer in the intermission of the Quentin Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez double feature film Grindhouse. In an unused alternate ending, Peacock decides to "wish for something cool" and proceeds to make numerous outrageous wishes (such as turning the world's oxygen into chocolate), which the Skull Heart is unable to fulfill. Comically frustrated, she begins questioning its legend, and the Skull Heart laments that, in the thousands of years it has been doing its work, Peacock is the worst wisher it has met.[2] Peacock originally had an aerial move where she would fire one of her eyes off her Argus arms in a similar fashion to a bow and arrow. This move was dropped for being useless.[3] Peacocks's alternate title, The Murder-go-Round (and the full phrase from her character poster, "The 'Murder-go-Round' Broke Down") is a reference to the Looney Tunes theme song, from 1937 to 1969, known officially as "The Merry-go-Round Broke Down", reflecting her vintage cartoon theme.[4] Her Shadow of Impending Doom Level 3 - Avery drop is a reference to DIO's 'Road Roller Da!' super move from the 1998 arcade game JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. References ↑ Original Post of the Song Cover & Later Post with the Lab Zero Edit ↑ Alternate Unused Story Endings in the Game Data ↑ Skullgirls E3 2011 Peacock gameplay revealed - YouTube ↑ Wikipedia article v • d • e Skullgirls Games Main Editions Skullgirls • Skullgirls Encore • Skullgirls 2nd Encore Spin-offs Skullgirls Mobile Characters Main Cast Filia (Samson) • Cerebella • Peacock (Avery) • Parasoul • Ms. Fortune • Painwheel • Valentine • Double DLC Squigly (Leviathan) • Big Band • Fukua • Eliza (Sekhmet) • Beowulf • Robo-Fortune • Annie Other Adam • Aeon • Albus • Andy Anvil • Beatrix • Black Dahlia • Brain Drain • Delilah • Dr. Avian • Dr. Geiger • Feng • George Bomb • Grendel • Hive • Horace • Hubrecht • Ileum • Irvin • Isaac • King Franz • Lawrence • Leduc • Lonesome Lenny • Lorenzo • Marie • Minette • Molly • Mother • Mrs. Victoria (D. Violet) • Ottomo • Panzerfaust • Queen Nancy • Rachel Wong • Regina • Riccardo • Roberto • Roxie • Scythana • Selene • Stanley • Taliesin • Tommy Ten-Tons • Umbrella • Venus • Vitale • Yu-Wan • Misc. Archives Terminology Skullgirl • Skull Heart • Parasite • Living Weapon • Medici Mafia • Anti-Skullgirl Labs • Black Egrets • Cirque des Cartes • Fishbone Gang • The Last Hope • The Trinity Stages Streets of New Meridian • River King Casino • Medici Tower • New Meridian Rooftops • Rooftops Assault • NMO Arena | (Empty) • Bath of Tefnut | (Sekhmet) • Maplecrest • Nightmare Crest • Grand Cathedral | (Empty) • Final Atrium • Gehenna • Under the Bridge • Meridian Area Rapid Transit • Little Innsmouth | (Night) • Lab 8 | (Empty) • Glass Canopy • Class Notes • Sound Stage 15 Misc. 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Woman, 24, Inside casino atrium plunges five storeys to her death. A woman plummeted to her death from a fifth-floor casino-hotel balcony yesterday, as guests, staff and even some of her friends watched in horror.

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Don't do drugs, don't get wasted, and don't try to fight someone twice your size.

Just read a fight story on here, and was reminded of one of my own. Sorry for the book.

I'd just come on shift late at night at the casino job i was working, and i'm on all the way to the morning. I've been awake for about 30 minutes, and it's my Friday. I'm looking at the chair at the Security desk like it's just baked me a plate of cookies and wants to give me a rub down. One guy is getting off and leaving, and the other guy i'm on with for another couple hours. He gives me the run down on the nights events so far and where things stand in the casino. He shows me a picture of a guy and tells me he was kicked out about an hour ago, and that he was highly intoxicated. I'm looking at the picture and asking if we have his name. He tells me he doesn't think so, and l start checking our system to see if someone has ID'd someone with his description at some time. The guy is about 5'8" and a stalky 160lbs. I'm asking what happened and if there's an incident report on it or if we can expect any other paperwork coming down from the top. We're discussing it, and i look up at the security monitors and guess who is coming through the front door.
"Is this the guy, coming in now?"
"Yeah. I got this."
I was glad my partner took the lead on this one. I've literally been on the clock for 2 minutes.
"Hey! You know you can't be here. We've already been over this."
"I just want a drink!" he says
He initially wanted to blow by us but my partner was able to keep him calm enough to keep him from blowing up. My partner managed to trick him into giving up his ID so we can get his name. I don't remember exactly, but i think he got him to talk about his heritage (my partner was a pacific islander and so was the person in question) saying he didn't believe him and ask what his last name was, and then telling him he had to show him his ID to get him to believe it. I think he must have handed it off to me, and i put him in our ID scanner system because i remember having his ID in front of me. My partner negotiated that he would call him a cab if he waits for it outside. The drunk guy agrees and my partner goes to call a cab, giving me a significant look that clearly said "keep an eye on this one."
I sit back down in my chair, and the guy is not leaving. And worse, he's agitating. I'm sitting there straight up ignoring him, as he just talks and talks, but he wants trouble.
"Is this all you do? You just sit here doing nothing all day. You little bitch."
All i can do is sigh. I wasn't concerned with what he was saying. I've heard it all before. My concern was with his bodily behavior. Loose, unconcerned, and dangerous. This guy is spun on something other than alcohol, and I can see where this is going, so i get up to get rid of him. I just want to settle into that rub down from the sexy security chair until i fully wake up, but i've got to get rid of this guy first.
"Come on, let's go wait for your cab, it's on the way, you're going to want to be outside when it gets here."
He comes with me.
Just inside the front door we had kind of a foyer with a couple leather seats, a leather couch, side tables, and a glass top coffee table. He stops walking with me and sits at the couch. Now, i'm not totally against him waiting for his cab there, except i know i'm going to have to babysit him if he does, and i don't want to have to do that. Especially because he's already been kicked out and isn't supposed to be on the property at all. Period. I can understand my partner wanting to resolve this whole thing peacefully and easily, but if i had taken the lead on this one, the guy is leaving, now, one way or another, and he's clearly just...not right. I want him far away.
"Hey, come on, you're not going to see your cab from in here."
"I don't need it. I'm not going anywhere. I just want a drink!"
"We can't give you anything else to drink."
After some confrontation i'm content to just leave him there and wait for my partner to finish calling the cab and then he can watch him. It's just not worth escalating. But it wasn't to be. He defiantly picked up his feet and slammed them down on the glass top coffee table. Well that's not going to do. I'm the one who has to clean that thing, and i'm not too happy to have to clean up skid marks from rubber boots.
I tell him as much and he takes his feet down. I tell him to get up and wait for his cab outside. He defiantly picks his feet back up, and slams them back down on the table. Toddlers. Drunk gamblers are nothing but toddlers. Well i'm not going to clean up broken glass, and he's messing up the table, so i grab the table, drag it from under his feet, and place it behind me.
"Stand up, it's time to go." There is just something about him. He's not right. He's fully engaged, but his mind is not all there.
He does get up. I set myself about 45 degrees and a step away from him, gesturing toward the door, giving him a clear avenue.
"Let's go! There's the door."
And then he hit me. In hindsight i should have seen it coming. I gave him every opportunity to do it. His fist struck in my lower abdomen, but it took me a second to register. I was actually happy he'd chosen this route. It simplifies things. No negotiating, no civility necessary, and no customer service needed. I have license to stick my boot up his ass and wear him like a shoe. My first reaction was to call on my boxing training, and the violence of my football and wrestling experience. Unfortunately, my training took over and i went into no injury capture mode. I guess i just don't have it in me to beat some rando senseless.
I grabbed him under-hook with my right arm and dragged him to the ground. We both go down, but i keep hold of him and pull him up, pushing him forward through the push-pull door to the atrium, where he falls down next to a water feature before the automatic doors that open up to the outside. I admit that i deliberately tried to open the push-pull doors with his face but he managed to put his hands up first. I can hear people behind me screaming and someone yelled "Oh my God! They're fighting!" I'm already on top of the guy, working him into a pretzel, instincts i guess from wrestling for a decade, when my partner comes barrelling in and dives on top, too. This gives me an opportunity to get a hold of surveillance (I think it was actually on my partners radio. Fights are hectic.) and have them get the police on the way and start getting good footage. I didn't need to, they were already on it. Turns out they were also doing a shift change at the same time we were, and were having the same conversation me and my partner were having when they saw the guy walking in.
I put the guy in a cradle (this except from on top, if that makes sense) and stood up with him. I have to tell my partner to let go of him. I walked him through the automatic doors and dropped him on the pavement. He tried to get up and scurry away, but i gave him a shove and he fell flat on the ground where i sat on top of him, my weight deliberately back on his hips so that i have control of him but also to make sure i'm not cutting off his ability to breathe. I'd learned years previously that putting weight too far forward, putting too much weight on the diaphragm, could actually suffocate someone. This is where it becomes apparent that he's spun up on something. According to surveillance, the time between him hitting me, and him hitting the pavement outside was about 25 seconds. I was too quick for him to fight back, but now he had his chance, about 10 minutes worth, while we waited for the police, but this tiny guy, about 160lbs, starts doing what amounts to pushups with me on his back, shaking to try and get me off. The veins in his neck or bulging and he's screaming. I weigh close to 300lbs. This shouldn't be possible.
I have good position over him, so it doesn't matter what kind of hulk strength he comes up with, he's not going anywhere. If he manages to out muscle me, or gain advantage by getting his hips out, i planned on slipping him into a crab ride and rolling him. (Crab ride is what i know it as. Don't know what other people call it. Legs wrapped around the outside of theirs from the rear, feet hooked inside their knees, arms under hooked from behind like a backpack, and cheek pressed into their back to protect from elbows and bashes from the back of their head) He starts kicking and throwing elbows. My partner sits on his lower legs, and i take his right arm, roll it under him, and put it in a vertical bar in the center of his back. He's not doing anything with one arm. No cuffs and no gear for this job (Stupid state laws. Which is why i had gear in my car, but that hardly helps me at this point), so i just have to hold him like this for a while.
He's done. He keeps struggle but to no avail. He starts yelling things like "let me go" and whatever, but i just told him "Nope, we're just going to sit here and wait for the police. Next time don't pick a fight with someone twice your size...and throw a better punch." I have this great visual memory of the on duty manager (not the pit boss i've talked about before) standing over us with my radio in his hands, which had fallen off in the scuffle, talking to surveillance, but not daring to get his hands dirty.
The police arrive. I think 3 cars in total but 5 guys. They come to take over. I help cuff him because i've already got one of his arms, and he resists them with the other one, but two guys wrench his other arm around and get the other cuff on. I look to the police officers for direction, but they don't really offer any, so i kind of gesture to switch out with an officer, and push both hands in the center of the guys back while i stand up to keep him from trying to base up. Once i'm up, i remove my hands and, i guess sensing freedom, he goes nuts. A couple of the cops hop on the bull ride and i step back. They search him and two guys drag him by his arms to the back of an Explorer. One of the officers comes to me and asks what happened, and i tell him. And he asks if i'm going to want to press charges. I tell him no, we just need him formally trespassed, and taken out of here. They say they're going to probably be taking him to detox anyway.
I know a lot of the officers, so we're standing around talking for a minute. The guy starts going nuts in the back of the Explorer, kicking and head banging, screaming...the whole works. They put their heads together for a minute and decide they have to go in and hog tie him. I've seen this done one of three ways. One involves a taser, a lot of paperwork, and EMT's. One involves OC spray, EMT's, one very pissed off officer whose vehicle is now contaminated, and a sizable amount of paperwork. The third involves five police officers and still more paperwork. They choose five guys and paperwork.
They line up on both sides of the back doors and open them both up. The first guys on each side dive in and try to force him out to the waiting arms of the other officers. In the struggle, he spins around and kicks one of the officers in the chest, forcing him back. Seeing a little bit of daylight, he manages to scoot around and throw himself out of the vehicle to glorious fresh air...Except he's handcuffed with his hands behind his back and does a majestic dolphin dive face first into the pavement instead.
The officers pile back on top of him and calm him down with knees on the back of his neck, back, and his legs which they have now tied up to his handcuffs. Now that the guy has officially messed himself up, they have to call EMT's, anyway, and do all the extra paperwork, i'm sure. One of the officers is standing at the guys head with no real-estate left to place his own knee. The subject hawks back and spits at him. The officer steps back and gives this exact expression and look. I recognized it instantly from this movie and laughed.
"Did he just spit on you?" one of the officers says.
"He spit at me, yeah" the other one responds.
They have to put the spit mask on him. They should have just tased him to begin with, but that's just me.
It's probably another 10 minutes for the EMT's to get there. I'm just watching all this from about 10 yards away. It's great. Customers, who have never given the littlest rabbit turd shit about me, are coming out asking if i'm alright and watching the show. It's the most concern i've ever felt working security. He's screaming at the top of his lungs "POLICE BRUTALITY! POLICE BRUTALITY!" Wish i were the surveillance guys so i could play that footage back anytime i wanted. (I'm sorry if i come off as less than empathetic) After i get my radio back i make sure the surveillance guys in the back are getting a good play by play for their video. It becomes more of a show than i can describe on here.
Eventually the EMT's get there and all the police officers help get him onto the gurney and tied down. I don't know if they gave him a sedative, or if they're aloud to do that, but i would have. I felt really bad for the EMT's. They throw him in the back of the ambulance, tied down, and take him away. Some of the officers go with them obviously, but the rest are standing around and we're just talking. My partner that night knows those guys better than me from his previous job, so they're catching up.
"Well, i've got to go start some paperwork." I tell them, dismissing myself.
"Yeah. We've got a bit to do, too."
I went back inside and did my paperwork, got and shared necessary information with surveillance, got some paperwork from them, processed some paperwork, and finished the next 7 hours of my shift and started my weekend.
I went home and went to sleep. When i woke up i looked up the guys name in the city, county, and nearby jail systems, but he didn't show up in any of them. I thought it was weird because surely he had a few charges on him (kicking a police officer in the chest, spitting at said officers for instance) now even though i declined to press any. Destruction of public property, resisting arrest, and assault on a peace officer came to mind. I guess it's possible they patched him up, put him in a drunk tank, and released him in the morning, but i thought it was unlikely. When i got back to work on my Monday i learned what happened. One of the Shift Managers knew a guy at the county detention center and told me that when they pulled the guy out of detox in the morning, he was still spun up on whatever (supposedly PCP) he took, and when they put him in front of a judge, he tried to take a lunge at him, so they chucked him back in a cell. I'm pretty sure that counts as some kind of threat to a public official. This story was corroborated by my partner who inquired with some of the officers he's friends with that dealt with him. When i got home i checked on him again, and sure enough, he was processed later on in the day i'd checked originally. Last i heard, he had out-standings in another state and they hadn't decided what to do with him yet. I never checked on him again after that, though, and have since forgotten his name.
Do yourselves a favor: don't pick a fight with someone twice your size, whose job involves getting in fights with people. All this guy had to do was leave. No police, no charges, no jail, nothing. Instead he's probably since been extradited to whatever state he had out-standings in and has an intimate relationship with a 6 foot, 9 inch (those are separate measurements) guy named Tyrone.
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Atomic Shop Weekly Update: December 1 - December 8

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From Bethesda.net

Read on to catch a preview of the latest and greatest items and offers that are currently available in the Atomic Shop, including this week’s free items.

Dynamic Bundles Have Arrived in the Shop!

With the Steel Dawn Update, we introduced Dynamic Bundle tech to the Atomic Shop, which will help you to save some Atoms when you buy bundles. It does this by automatically reducing the price of a bundle if you already own any of the items that bundle contains. We’re pleased to let you know that we’ve now made Dynamic Bundles available to all players in today’s Atomic Shop update.
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Going forward, you will now see your personal price displayed on any bundles that have been dynamically adjusted this way in the Shop. If you click to inspect a bundle, you’ll also see the items you already own crossed out in the description. Additionally, a more detailed breakdown will appear in the upper left corner of the screen that shows how many Atoms you will save compared to the bundle’s original price.
Finally, we’ve added a new “Bundles” category to the left-hand side of the Atomic Shop, so that you can more easily find all of the bundles that are currently available all in one place.

Free Items

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Get ready to decorate! Place the Shelters Poster in your C.A.M.P. and activate it to start the Home Expansion quest. Completing this quest will grant you your very own personal Shelter! Fallout 1st subscribers can also claim the Brotherhood of Steel Infantry Uniform until January 5th.
Item Available Until
Shelters Poster N/A
Brotherhood of Steel Infantry Uniform (Fallout 1st) January 5

Shelters

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Congratulations, Vault Dweller! With the completion of the Home Expansion quest you are now the owner of your very own C.A.M.P. Shelter! With Shelters you can decorate to your hearts content with an expanded build area and higher budget, all while safely underground and away from Appalachia’s fearsome creatures. For those builders with an urge to create even more, this week’s Atomic Shop features two additional Shelters that can be placed in your C.A.M.P.- the Atrium Shelter and the Lobby Shelter. Both doors can be placed outside in your C.A.M.P. or within an existing Shelter.
Item Atom Price
Atrium Shelter 1,800
Lobby Shelter (Fallout 1st) 0
Shelter Catwalk Bundle 1,500
Carpeteria Patterned Floor Set 500
Utility Wall Shelf 300
Fluorescent Lighting Set 300
Illuminated Vault Signs 300
Potted Decorative Tree 300
Lunchbox 50
Lunchbox x 6 250
Lunchbox x 15 500
The Catwalk Shelter Bundle includes: * Vault Modular Catwalk * Utility Wall Shelf * Fluorescent Lighting Set * Illuminated Vault Signs * Potted Decorative Tree * Carpeteria Patterned Floor Set
Several limited time items that made their way into the Shop during previous weeks are still available for a little while longer. Claim them for your collection before they leave on the dates below.
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Item Atom Price Available Until
Enclave Persona Bundle 1,800 December 8
Toxic Barrel Cactus 500 December 15
Wasteland Trapper Outfit 900 December 15

Greatest Hits!

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Some of our favorite items have returned to the Atomic Shop!
Item Atom Price
Raider Scabber Bundle 1,800
Free States Survivalist Bundle 1,800
Mothman Cultist Bundle 1,500
Scabber Power Armor Skin 1,400
Scabber Pip-Boy Skin 400
Survivalist Power Armor Paint 1,000
Free States Backpack 500
Mothman Cultist Furniture Set 700
Mothman Cultist Torches 300

Headed for the Vault

Some existing items are heading out of the Atomic Shop and into the Vault this week. Be sure to pick up anything that catches your eye, because these items will only be available until 12:00 p.m. ET on December 8th.
Item Atom Price
Revolutionary Power Armor Paint 1,000 800(20% Off!)
Simple Black Pipboy Skin 600 360(40% off!)
Secret Service Backpack 500 300(40% Off!)
Clandestine Service Gauss Shotgun 500 300(40% Off!)
Red Rocket Power Armor Station Skin 500 300(40% Off!)
Bad Luck Horseshoe Tattoo 200 80(60% Off!)
Night Eyes Player Icon 150 60(60% Off!)
Nuka-Cap Player Icon 50 20(60% Off!)
Bottle Player Icon 50 20(60% Off!)

C.A.M.P. Favorites!

Level up your Shelters with some of these C.A.M.P. favorites!
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Item Atom Price
Contemporary C.A.M.P. Bundle 1,200
Log Cabin Bundle 1,500
Green Thumb Bundle 1,500
Contemporary Housing Set 500
Contemporary Floor Set 500
Rustic Watermill 500
Communal Fire Pit 500
Carnivorous Plant 200
Tiered Succulents 200

Weekly Offers

Item Atom Price Available Until
Repair Kit x 40 1,000 December 8
1950s Casino Wallpaper Set 500 250(50% off!) December 8

Previous Posts

Title Post Date
Everything You Need to Know About Fallout 76’s Steel Dawn Expansion 2020-11-30 19:20:06
Fallout 76: Inside the Vault – Steel Dawn Update Highlights 2020-11-26 17:55:03
Fallout 76 Community Spotlight: Shia 2020-11-25 17:40:03
Fallout 76: Steel Dawn Update Notes – November 24, 2020 2020-11-24 23:05:03
Steel Dawn Arrives Early for the Holidays 2020-11-24 21:05:02
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Atomic Shop Weekly Update: December 1 - December 8

From FC Mods

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From Bethesda.net

Read on to catch a preview of the latest and greatest items and offers that are currently available in the Atomic Shop, including this week’s free items.
Updated - December 1:
This week we had planned to release Dynamic Bundles in the Atomic Shop. However, we've decided to remove them temporarily while we investigate an issue that was preventing some players from purchasing them. We are actively working on a fix, but in the meantime, we've reintroduced some of our standard bundles, which have been listed below.

Free Items

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Get ready to decorate! Place the Shelters Poster in your C.A.M.P. and activate it to start the Home Expansion quest. Completing this quest will grant you your very own personal Shelter! Fallout 1st subscribers can also claim the Brotherhood of Steel Infantry Uniform until January 5th.
Item Available Until
Shelters Poster N/A
Brotherhood of Steel Infantry Uniform (Fallout 1st) January 5

Shelters

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Congratulations, Vault Dweller! With the completion of the Home Expansion quest you are now the owner of your very own C.A.M.P. Shelter! With Shelters you can decorate to your hearts content with an expanded build area and higher budget, all while safely underground and away from Appalachia’s fearsome creatures. For those builders with an urge to create even more, this week’s Atomic Shop features two additional Shelters that can be placed in your C.A.M.P.- the Atrium Shelter and the Lobby Shelter. Both doors can be placed outside in your C.A.M.P. or within an existing Shelter.
Item Atom Price
Atrium Shelter 1,800
Lobby Shelter (Fallout 1st) 0
Vault Catwalk 500
Carpeteria Patterned Floor Set 500
Utility Wall Shelf 300
Fluorescent Lighting Set 300
Illuminated Vault Signs 300
Potted Decorative Tree 300
Lunchbox 50
Lunchbox x 6 250
Lunchbox x 15 500
Several limited time items that made their way into the Shop during previous weeks are still available for a little while longer. Claim them for your collection before they leave on the dates below.
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Item Atom Price Available Until
Enclave Persona Bundle 1,800 December 8
Toxic Barrel Cactus 500 December 15
Wasteland Trapper Outfit 900 December 15

Greatest Hits!

Some of our favorite items have returned to the Atomic Shop for a brief visit, and many of them are on sale while they’re here. Add these items to your collection before they head back to the Vault at 12:00 p.m. ET on the dates listed below.
Item Atom Price Available Until
Basic Power Armor Paint Set 800 400(50% Off!) December 15
Responders C.A.M.P. Bundle 1,200 840(30% Off!) December 15
Nuka-Cola Secret Door Bundle 1,200 840(30% Off!) December 15

Headed for the Vault

Some existing items are heading out of the Atomic Shop and into the Vault this week. Be sure to pick up anything that catches your eye, because these items will only be available until 12:00 p.m. ET on December 8th.
Item Atom Price
Revolutionary Power Armor Paint 1,000 800(20% Off!)
Simple Black Pipboy Skin 600 360(40% off!)
Secret Service Backpack 500 300(40% Off!)
Clandestine Service Gauss Shotgun 500 300(40% Off!)
Red Rocket Power Armor Station Skin 500 300(40% Off!)
Bad Luck Horseshoe Tattoo 200 80(60% Off!)
Night Eyes Player Icon 150 60(60% Off!)
Nuka-Cap Player Icon 50 20(60% Off!)
Bottle Player Icon 50 20(60% Off!)

C.A.M.P. Favorites!

Level up your Shelters with some of these C.A.M.P. favorites! Available until December 15th.
Item Atom Price Available Until
Western bar Bundle 1,500 December 15
Slocum’s Joe C.A.M.P. Bundle 1,500 1,200(20% Off!) December 15
Future-Tec World Globe Bundle 1,200 960(20% Off!) December 15

Weekly Offers

Item Atom Price Available Until
Repair Kit x 40 1,000 December 8
1950s Casino Wallpaper Set 500 250(50% off!) December 8

Previous Posts

Title Post Date
Atomic Shop Weekly Update: December 1 - December 8 2020-12-01 18:30:03
Everything You Need to Know About Fallout 76’s Steel Dawn Expansion 2020-11-30 19:20:06
Fallout 76: Inside the Vault – Steel Dawn Update Highlights 2020-11-26 17:55:03
Fallout 76 Community Spotlight: Shia 2020-11-25 17:40:03
Fallout 76: Steel Dawn Update Notes – November 24, 2020 2020-11-24 23:05:03
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คาสิโน ts911 การเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสที่เหมาะสมที่สุดในลาสเวกัส

คาสิโน ts911 การเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสที่เหมาะสมที่สุดในลาสเวกัส
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คาสิโน ts911 ลาสเวกัสเป็นสถานที่ที่น่าตื่นเต้นสำหรับในการใช้จ่ายวันหยุดวันคริสต์มาสของคุณ ทุกคนในครอบครัวจะได้เจอกับกิจกรรมที่สุดยอดเพื่อความเบิกบานใจ

สภาพภูมิอากาศของเวกัสในธันวาคมนั้นยากที่จะเอาชนะ อุณหภูมิสูงเฉลี่ย 60 องศา คุณอาจจะมิได้รับการตีสระว่ายน้ำ แม้กระนั้นคุณจะไม่ได้อยากที่จะพลาดเจ็ดที่ยอดเยี่ยมของการเฉลิมฉลองคริสมาสต์ในลาสเวกัส

LINQ
LINQถูกผลิตขึ้นสำหรับเรื่องวันหยุดที่สุรุ่ยสุร่าย ตั้งแต่กระเช้าสวรรค์ขนาดใหญ่ไปจนกระทั่งซิปไลน์ตัวครึ้ม The LINQ ดูเหมือนจะเป็นสุขในสถานที่เที่ยวที่ยกฐานะ

โชคดีส่วนตัวสำหรับเราพวกเขาทราบดีว่าพวกเขามีอะไรแล้วก็โม้มัน High Roller เป็นกระเช้าสวรรค์สูง 550 'ที่จะทำให้ครอบครัวได้มองเห็นทิวภาพที่สวยของลาสเวกัสรวมทั้งทะเลทรายรอบๆ

ผู้คนที่ The Linq แต่งแต้มความน่าดึงดูดใจสำหรับวันคริสต์มาสด้วยแสงแล้วก็คันธนูแปลงวงล้อขนาดใหญ่ให้เปลี่ยนเป็นเครื่องเพชรพลอยวันคริสต์มาสขนาดยักษ์

Carollers เดินไปตาม Promenade แล้วก็เกื้อหนุนการมีส่วนร่วมจากแขกที่สนุกสนานรื่นเริง ถ้าคุณพลาดคนขับอย่าอารมณ์เสีย

ต้นวันคริสต์มาส Linq Las Vegas

LINQ จัดให้เป็นเยี่ยมในรายการวันหยุดที่ดีเยี่ยมที่สุดในเวกัส การแสดงที่สุดยอดนี้ประสมประสานเพลงวันคริสต์มาสคลาสสิกกับเพลงฮิปฮอปใหม่ปัจจุบัน

นักเต้นสวมเครื่องแต่งตัวที่ห่อด้วยไฟ แอลอีดี รวมทั้งร่วมโดยเอลฟ์ที่มากมายไปด้วยผู้ชมรวมทั้งนักกายกรรมที่บินสูงซึ่งเพิ่มความว้าวอีกระดับ

การแสดงนี้นำจิตวิญญาณที่วันคริสต์มาสมาสู่ทุกคนที่ร่วม 7 วันต่ออาทิตย์โดยการแสดงเริ่มเวลา 6, 7, 8 แล้วก็ 21:00 น.

LINQ เป็นเลิศในจุดที่ยากที่จะซาบซึ้งกับความประพฤติทั้งหมดทั้งปวงในคืนเดียว ด้วยเหตุผลดังกล่าวอย่าประหลาดใจถ้าเกิดเด็กๆหรือคุณลุงแรนดี้อยากได้เดินทางครั้งลำดับที่สองสำหรับการเข้าพักของคุณ

The Palazzo ที่ The Venetian Resort ts911
Palazzoเป็นสถานที่ให้บริการในลาสเวกัสที่งดงาม 365 วันต่อปี แต่ตาที่สลับซับซ้อนสำหรับเนื้อหาจะกลายเป็น 11 หรือ 12 ในเทศกาลคริสต์มาส

Palazzo Waterfall Atrium กลายเป็นดินแดนน่าพิศวงในช่วงฤดูหนาวอย่างน่าพิศวง เพอร์เฟ็คด้วยแสงสว่างระยิบนับพันแล้วก็เกล็ดหิมะสีทองคำที่แต่งแต้มพื้นที่เปิดโล่งเตียน
Palazzo ยังนำเซ็ทเซ็ตเทียสรวมทั้งดอกไม้ตามฤดูกาลอื่นๆอีกหลายพันดอกเพื่อเพิ่มอารมณ์วันคริสต์มาส

แน่ๆว่าจะไม่มีการเฉลิมฉลองในวันหยุดโดยไม่มีต้นวันคริสต์มาส Palazzo มีลวดเย็บกระดาษสำหรับวันหยุดหลายสิบชิ้นรวมทั้งแต่ละห้องมี Palazzo แบบคลาสสิกของตนเอง

การตั้งค่า Palazzo Las Vegas Christmas

Palazzo Atrium เปิดให้บริการทุกเมื่อเชื่อวันตลอด 1 วัน ของแต่งแต้มตกแต่งวันคริสต์มาสมีให้ตรวจสอบตั้งแต่อาทิตย์ที่ 1 ของธันวาคมถึงต้นเดือนม.ค.

อย่าลืมถ่ายภาพครอบครัวหน้าน้ำตก Palazzo ที่เป็นที่รู้จัก พวกเขาจะทำการ์ดวันคริสต์มาสที่สุดยอด

Palazzo ชอบมีการแสดงวันคริสต์มาสพิเศษในตอนวันหยุดเหมือนกัน อย่าลืมวิเคราะห์กับโฮสต์คาสิโนสำหรับราคาตั๋วพิเศษเมื่อคุณมาถึง

ดาราที่สุดยอดที่เรียกคาสิโนว่าบ้านปรับแก้การแสดงของพวกเขาสำหรับวันคริสต์มาสและก็ชอบมีจักจี้ที่มีชื่อร่วมในความเพลิดเพลิน

เอเรียอพาร์เม้นท์แอนด์คาสิโน
เอเรียโรงแรมแอนด์คาสิโนได้บุกไปสู่ฉากลาสเวกัสในฐานะนักวิ่งแนวหน้าโดยทันที คาสิโนที่สุดยอดไม่หวงในตอนการเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสเหมือนกัน

ร้านรวงที่ Crystals เป็นหลักที่ขายปลีกที่สุดยอดตลอดทั้งปี แม้กระนั้นความสวยของร้านจะมากขึ้นในตอนธันวาคม

สำหรับคนเริ่มต้นบางทีอาจไม่มีสถานที่ที่ดีมากกว่าสำหรับเพื่อการคว้าของขวัญพิเศษสำหรับผู้ที่คุณรักถ้าไม่ใช่นาทีในที่สุด คุณจะมีแหล่งช้อปปิ้งขายปลีกที่เหมาะสมที่สุดในโลกจัดจำหน่ายที่ Aria

ฉันไม่ต้องการฉุนกับการช้อปปิ้งที่สุดยอดในลาสเวกัส วันคริสต์มาสคือเรื่องของครอบครัวแล้วก็ผู้ที่พวกเรารัก

การแสดงกวางเรนเดียร์ Aria Las Vegas Holiday

สิ่งหนึ่งที่คุณจะหลงใหลที่ Aria เป็นต้นวันคริสต์มาสที่น่าทึ่ง ต้นไม้ได้รับการตกแต่งอย่างโอ่อ่าและก็มีความสูงมากยิ่งกว่า 30 ฟุต มันโอ่อ่า

Gingerbread House ที่ตั้งอยู่ในล็อบบี้ของ Aria เป็นสิ่งดึงดูดใจอย่างยิ่งสำหรับคาสิโน

บ้านขนมปังขิงขนาดยักษ์ตั้งสูงเด่นสูง 15 ฟุตรวมทั้งจะต้องใช้เวลากว่าสามอาทิตย์สำหรับเพื่อการสร้างรวมทั้งประกอบของคณะทำงานที่มีความรู้และมีความเข้าใจ น่าประหลาดที่บ้านทั้งยังข้างหลังกินได้ แม้กระนั้นอาจจะทำให้คุณเจ็บท้องได้

โดยปกติคุณสามารถดูสถานที่เที่ยวได้ระหว่าง 11.00 น. - 23.00 น. ในล็อบบี้หลักตั้งแต่ต้นธันวาคมถึงวันคริสต์มาส

Bellagio Hotel and Casino
ได้เลยฉันจะยิงตรงกับคุณ Aria เป็นคาสิโนที่ฉันถูกใจที่สุดในอเมริกา ฉันมีความข้องเกี่ยวที่จริงจริงกับเงินทองรวมทั้งบุคลากร

แต่ในเทศกาลคริสต์มาสเซอร์วิสอพาร์ทเม้นท์รวมทั้งคาสิโน Bellagioได้รับความพึงพอใจจากฉัน Bellagio ไม่เพียงแค่ แม้กระนั้นสะสมการเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสแค่นั้น แต่ว่ายังเปลี่ยนเป็นการเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสอีกด้วย

เริ่มกันที่ Fountains of Bellagio อันดัง อพาร์เม้นท์ขนาดใหญ่กำหนดให้การแสดงทั้งผองเป็นเพลงวันคริสต์มาสยอดฮิตสำหรับวันหยุด

ผู้เข้าชมอีกทั้งเด็กรวมทั้งคนแก่ต่างสนเท่ห์ใจกับการแสดงทางทะเลที่ซับซ้อนรวมทั้งชอบร่วมร้องไปกับการแสดง เป็นภาพที่มองเห็นและก็เป็นความทรงจำที่คุณจะไม่ลืมเลือนเร็วนี้ๆ

การแสดงวันคริสต์มาส Bellagio Conservatory

น้ำพุมิได้เป็นสิ่งดึงดูดใจในเทศกาลคริสต์มาสที่ Bellagio เดินเที่ยวในสภาวะเรือนกระจกรวมทั้งสวนพฤกษศาสตร์เบลลาจิโอที่งามแล้ว“ สาเหตุว้าว” ที่จริงจริงจะก่อให้คุณลืมหายใจ

พื้นที่กว้างใหญ่ได้รับการตกแต่งสำหรับวันหยุดในทุกตารางนิ้ว Bellagio นำดอกไม้รวมทั้งแสงสว่างนับพันมาเปลี่ยนแปลงโอเอซิสกึ่งกลางทะเลทรายให้เปลี่ยนเป็นอาณาจักรที่หน้าหนาวที่มีมนต์ขลัง

Queen Bellissima ถือศาลเหนือดินแดนของคุณเพื่อทุกคนจ้อง เบลลิสซิมานั่งบนรถม้าของคุณพร้อมต้อนรับแขกทุกคนไปสู่โดเมนที่สวยสดงดงามของคุณ

เบลลาจิโอเป็นเจ้าภาพจัดสถานที่เที่ยวที่น่าทึ่งพวกนี้ให้กับแขกโดยไม่ต้องจ่ายเงิน ฉะนั้นคุณจะมีเงินในกระเป๋าเพิ่มมากขึ้นสำหรับเกมคาสิโนหรือของฝาก

ประสบการณ์ถนนหนทางฟรีมอนต์
มองสิหากคุณกำลังมุ่งหน้าไปยังลาสเวกัสในฐานะนักเดินทางและไม่ได้ไปที่ถนนหนทางฟรีมอนต์แปลว่าคุณทำผิด Fremont Street สะท้อนจิตวิญญาณของลาสเวกัสได้อย่างสมบูรณ์

ร้านรวงตามแนวถนนหนทางที่โด่งดังตกแต่งหน้าต่างเพื่อความพอใจของนักช้อปแล้วก็ดาราหนังข้างทางก็ให้ความเอาใจใส่กับงานหัตถกรรมที่เป็นเอกลักษณ์ของพวกเขาเพื่อใช้ประโยชน์จากธีมวันคริสต์มาส

หลังคา Viva Vision ที่โด่งดังสะสมการเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสรวมทั้งเพิ่มธีมเฉพาะให้กับจำสำหรับแสดงผลขนาดใหญ่

ต้นวันคริสต์มาสที่พอดิบพอดีกับ Time Square ตั้งอยู่กึ่งกลางถนนหนทางฟรีมอนต์ พิธีการประดับไฟถือได้ว่าเป็นการฉลองวันคริสต์มาสที่เหมาะสมที่สุดแห่งหนึ่งใน Sin City

ต้นวันคริสต์มาส Fremont Street

โชคร้ายที่พิธีการนี้จะเกิดขึ้นในต้นเดือนเดือนธันวาคมรวมทั้งถ้าเกิดคุณมิได้คิดแผนที่จะใช้เวลาสามอาทิตย์ในเวกัสคุณอาจจะพลาด

อย่าทำให้สิ่งนั้นทำให้ท่านหมดหวังจากการแวะมองต้นไม้ที่มีแสงไฟ ถนนหนทางฟรีมอนต์บากบั่นอย่างเต็มเปี่ยมเพื่อโอบรับวัฒนธรรมทั้งสิ้นแล้วก็ Grand Menorah ก็ร่วมต้นวันคริสต์มาสยักษ์ ชะโลม!

แม้คุณปรารถนาถ่ายภาพกับซานต้าหรือมีลูกๆกับคุณฟรีมอนต์สตรีทเป็นจุดที่เหมาะกับการดูชายผู้รื่นเริงในชุดสีแดง

Fremont Street ยังมีการแสดงดนตรีมากในตอนช่วงคริสต์มาส การแสดงดนตรีกลุ่มนี้สามารถร่วมได้ฟรีแล้วก็พรีเซนเทชั่นนักเล่นดนตรีที่มีความรู้และมีความเข้าใจมากมาย
มันใช้งานง่าย แม้กระนั้นภายหลังจากถูกเพลงวันคริสต์มาสทำร้ายในระหว่างที่ช้อปปิ้งขายปลีกตรงเวลาหลายชั่วโมง มีบางสิ่งที่กลับเมื่อคุณมีนักแสดงสดมาร่วมเชียร์ในวันหยุด คุณอาจพบว่าตนเองขับร้องไปด้วย

Caesars Palace ลาสเวกัส
คุณสามารถเยี่ยมชมCaesars Palaceได้ตลอดทั้งปีรวมทั้งตื่นตาตื่นใจไปกับสิ่งแวดล้อมที่งาม ท่องเที่ยว Caesars ในเทศกาลคริสต์มาสและก็คุณจะได้พักในวันหยุด

เริ่มด้วยต้นไม้สูง 40 ฟุตที่ตั้งอยู่ท่ามกลางร้านขายของ The Forum Forum Shops ที่ Caesars Palace ว่าจ้างมัณฑนากรมือโปรเพื่อสร้างหน้าต่างแสดงที่สลับซับซ้อนที่สุดในโลก

ร้านขายของในลาสเวกัสนำการช็อปปิ้งไปสู่ระดับที่ไม่เหมือนกันกับเดิมอย่างสิ้นเชิง คุณไม่มีความจำเป็นที่จะต้องเดินผ่านร้านเพื่อชื่นชอบการจัดแสดงในทุกแง่มุม

การตกแต่งวันหยุดของ Caesars Palace

สถานที่เที่ยววันคริสต์มาสที่แจ๋วที่สุดแห่งหนึ่งในเมืองเป็นที่ Caesars Palace สถานที่เที่ยวสไตล์โรมันในธีมวันคริสต์มาสทำให้แขกอยู่ในตอนเซลฟี้วันคริสต์มาสที่ได้รับแรงดลใจจากโรมัน

เทคโนโลยีนี้มีการตัดขอบและก็เรียบง่ายอย่างน่ามหัศจรรย์ในแนวทางแบบนี้ สนามกีฬา AT&T ซึ่งเป็นที่ตั้งของ Dallas Cowboys มีเครื่องจักรที่คล้ายคลึงกันที่ให้แฟนคลับได้ถ่ายภาพกับผู้เล่นคนโปรด

Caesars Palace ใส่ความเพลิดเพลินสำหรับทุกคนในแคลุกลน การเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสที่น่าดีใจจะมีผลให้ทุกคนมีอารมณ์ร่วมในวันหยุด

โรงงานช็อกโกแลต Ethel M
ฉันไม่ใช่คู่รักช็อคโกแลตโดยประมาณ 50 อาทิตย์ของปี ไม่ว่าฉันจะเป็นแฟนสุขภาพ แม้กระนั้นฉันทำเป็นออกจะดีในช่วงอายุ 40 ต้นๆ

ธรรมดาฉันเกลียดช็อกโกแลต ฉันถูกใจไอติมดีๆสักลูกเป็นอาหารหวานของฉัน ที่แท้เมียของฉันมีช็อกโกแลตโบลิเวียอยู่ในตู้แช่เย็นตรงเวลาสองปี

แม้กระนั้นในเทศกาลคริสต์มาสฉันมีเทรนด์แล้วก็จะรับประทานช็อคโกแลตที่ฉันพบ Lundt truffles, M & Ms, ของหวานฮาโลวีนที่เหลือทั้งปวงเปลี่ยนเป็นเกมที่เที่ยงธรรม

Ethel M เป็นช็อกโกแลตที่เยี่ยมที่สุดที่ฉันเคยทานมาแล้วก็คุณก็ทำเป็นเช่นเดียวกัน Ethel M Chocolate Factoryมีบริการพาเที่ยวทุกวี่วันและก็คุณสามารถเพลินกับการลองแบบส่วนตัว

Ethel M Las Vegas Holiday Lights

โน่นพอเพียงแล้วสำหรับเพื่อการฉลองวันคริสต์มาสที่จะพาฉันผ่านประตู แม้กระนั้น Ethel M มีทัวร์ตลอดทั้งปี

การเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสที่จริงจริงที่ Ethel MหมายถึงCactus Garden Holiday Lights ต้นตะบองเพชรเอเคอร์ถูกปกคลุมไปด้วยไฟวันคริสต์มาสและก็ของประดับประดาตกแต่งนับล้าน

เป็นทะเลทรายที่เด่นสำหรับการฉลองวันคริสต์มาสแบบเริ่มแรกของคุณ อย่าเสียโอกาสที่จะทำให้ถุงน่องพิเศษขึ้นด้วยช็อคโกแลตบูติก

สรุป
การเริ่มต้นจะดูอย่างกับว่าวันคริสต์มาสมากมายรวมทั้งการเฉลิมฉลองวันคริสต์มาสที่ดีเยี่ยมที่สุดเจ็ดรายการในลาสเวกัสจะส่งผลอย่างสมบูรณ์เร็วนี้ๆ

อย่าลืมถ่ายรูปจำนวนไม่ใช่น้อย แม้กระนั้นอย่าให้เลนส์กล้องถ่ายภาพยืนขวางคุณกับความจำ
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What is your wildest night at a Casino playing poker?

Mine was at Hollywood Casino in Tunica, Mississippi. December 2004.
I checked into the Grand Casino RV Park and caught a shuttle to the Hollywood Casino. I heard the poker room was the best. It was that night. I won about ??K over the course of the night.
I sat down at a 4/8 LH table with $200. I had gotten that up to $600 and drew pocket 77. Everyone was folding but a lady at the end of the table did a Max raise. I called. The flop was 778. Same lady, max bet. I called. Turn junk. Same lady max bet. I max raised her and she called. River A. She max bet and I max raised her and she raised back. We were both all in. She turned over pocket 8's. I showed and the dealer pushed the stack over to me.
She started yelling and told the dealer to hold on until she could absorb it. Then she started calling me a cheater and the dealer a cheater and started yelling and pushing chairs around and standing up shaking her fists. The pit boss called security and they escorted her out of the poker room. I was shaking. The dealer was shaking. The boss halted play until they could look at the video. After 30 minutes the Boss pushed the stack to my spot and told me "Good Hand!" My $200 was now $1600.
I took a break to smoke and started playing a $5 Three Hand Jacks or Better slot machine right out side the card room. Second play I lined up 4 aces with a two on the bottom row. Hold all, hit deal and won 6K. 2K each line.
Went back in and sat in on a 10/20 NL with a $1000 buy-in. I hit everything I played for 11 hands. Then I coasted when it cooled off. There was one player with a bigger stack than me and I tangled with him a couple times until he shook his finger at me and said "I am staying away from you." He was a gruff looking player with a thick Brooklyn accent. Very aggressive. Several hands later a player complained openly about his play. He said OK and asked the boss to come to the table. He told the boss to move that player to another table because the player didn't like his play. The other player was moved.
We took a break and the Brooklyn player stepped out for a smoke. A SWAT team of some kind took the guy down and put him in handcuffs and took him away. A guy in a suit came up to the table and put the guy's belongings in a bag and took them away. I never found out why. My winnings were now over 10K Cash and a 6K coupon.
The table broke up and I stepped out to smoke at my favorite slot machine. I was loaded the bets up and I hit a 9 high straight club flush on the bottom row. Press Hold all, press deal, 8K per row. 24K over all. I put the coupon in my pocket.
I went back to the card room and sat down at a 100/200 NLH and did real well but noticed I was faltering. I was drinking and I think I reached my limit. :) I noticed it was 2 AM so I cashed out my coupons at the Cashier and pocketed close to 50K. This had never happened before. I had some good nights at casinos in general but this was my best night ever.
I went to the front of the casino and found out my shuttle back to the RV park was gone and did not run the rest of the night. I asked a Concierge about getting a ride back to the Park and he said he couldn't help me there.
So, there I was with all that cash in my pocket. I was standing in the atrium and the room started spinning. I started noticing people hiding behind the columns out front. I saw people crouching behind the bushes and I remembered that woman from the earlier table and I freaked out.
I ran to the hotel desk and asked if they had a room and told them what was going on....I gave them my players card and they comped me a suite and had security escort me up to it.
I put my winnings in the room safe and passed out on the bed. I woke up to the front desk calling my room to ask if I wanted to stay another night because it was check out time and an RV shuttle was down stairs.
I grabbed my money from the safe and checked out. I took a shower when I got back to the RV and started it up and headed to Biloxi, Mississippi. I heard there was a great tournament there that weekend. :)
I spread some of my winnings out to close friends for Christmas then I coasted on the rest until I caught a Software gig in the PNW about May 2005.
I haven't topped that yet and I'm now 67.
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Where should we eat?

Staying at the crown hotel on the 19th, not planning on dining at any of the restaurants inside the hotel or casino. Where should we go that’s without 10-15 minutes driving distance? Must be enterable by child! Totally forgot the atrium would be shut as it’s a buffet, facepalm. Help us!! More pub grub type food preferred
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1990年著名杂志专访特朗普中英全文

1990年著名杂志专访特朗普中英全文
原文载于1990年3月刊(点此可获取原刊PDF
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PLAYBOY INTERVIEW: DONALD TRUMP
a candid conversation with the decade's most flamboyant billionaire
on deal making, self-promotion, world affairs and how much is enough
《花花公子》专访:唐纳德·特朗普
与十年来最引人注目的亿万富翁的一次坦诚对话
谈交易、自我推销、国际事务以及多少钱才够
Donald Trump sits alone. He hasn't slept in 48 hours.
At six A.M., perched high, in the bronze-coated jewel of his empire, Trump Tower; he is bent over a mammoth Brazilian-rosewood desk, scrutinizing spread sheets.
No insomnia, no growing worries.
"Pressure," lie surmises, sipping an iced Coke, "doesn't upset my sleep,'' a standard four hours nightly.
"I like throwing balls into the air— and I dream like a baby."
Three hours later, blond hair marshaled, he announces, with standard chutzpah, his seven-and-a-half billion dollar bid to gobble down the nation's premiere airline, American. On the strength of his $120-a-share bid, the stock vaults from $16 to $99.The 43-year-old billionaire, who owns huge blocks of American Airlines stock ,smiles broadly.
A week later, with the market lumbling190 points, he withdraws his offer, perhaps temporarily. Despite some reports that insinuated his American raid was only cardboard, a poly to rattle up his stock, Trump stares into space:
"Nope, I want it."
Yup, If it's the best, and it's for sale, Donald Trump's stomach begins to growl.
He captured troubled Saudi financier Adnan Khashoggi's onyx-and-gold-plated yacht for a mere $29,000,000—now it's worth $100,000,000. Then he bought the Eastern shuttle for $365,000,000 and transformed it overnight into the Trump Shuttle, complete with comfortable cabins and stewardesses rustling in virgin wool and pearls.
唐纳德•特朗普独自坐着。他已经48小时没休息了。
早上6点,高耸的特朗普大厦,上面镶嵌着青铜涂层的宝石;他俯身在一张巨大的巴西木紫檀木办公桌前,仔细查看着那些表格。
没有失眠,没有烦恼。
“压力,”他一边喝着冰可乐一边揣测,“不会影响我的睡眠”,标准的每晚4小时。
“我喜欢把球扔到空中——我睡的像婴儿一样。”
三个小时后,整理了一下金发,用那标准的狂妄口吻,他宣布,以75亿美元的价格吞并美国航空公司。在他每股120美元的出价下,这家公司的股价从16美元升至99美元。这位43岁的亿万富翁拥有美国航空公司的大量股票,笑容满面。
一周后,当股市暴跌190点时,他撤回了自己的报价,或许是暂时的。尽管有报道暗示,特朗普的美式突袭只是一种叫“硬纸板”的保利,但他的目光却盯着天空:
“不,我想要它。”
是的,如果这是最好的,而且是待售的,唐纳德·特朗普的肚子开始咕咕叫了。
他仅以2900万美元的价格买下了陷入困境的沙特金融家阿德南·卡舒吉的镶有码瑙和镀金的游艇,现在这艘游艇价值1亿美元。然后,他以3.65亿美元买下了东方航天飞机,并在一夜之间将其改装为特朗普航天飞机,配备了舒适的机舱,空姐们穿着纯净的羊毛和珍珠沙沙作响。
A year earlier, he had bought the Plaza Hotel for $400,000,000 and is now lovingly restoring her without a name change. Her make-over will be surprised by the Czech mistress of Trump's kingdom, Ivana, a former Olympic skier and fashion model.
At home, Ivana presides over a 100-room Trump Tower triplex, recently expanded from 50 rooms ("Better closet space, "she jokes). Trump proud of the salmon-marbled atrium of Trump Tower, where no expense was spared, says, "I bought the whole damn mountain! You've never seen that color before. Ivana suggested it because it makes people look better."
The couple also has a 47-room country house on ten acres in Greenwich, Connecticut, and the well-publicized 118-room Mar-a-Lago Marjorie Merriweather Post estate in Palm Beach, their commute time shortened by the 727 jet and the French-made military Puma helicopter.
The Trump Princess, or the Khashoggi" boat", as Trump now calls it, has gotten cramped, so a Dutch shipyard is confecting not a Princess but a full-fledged Queen costing more than $175,000,000.
一年前,他以4亿美元的价格买下了广场酒店,现在,他很高兴在没有改名字的情况下恢复了它的光辉。它的装饰一定会让特朗普王国的女主人伊万娜大吃一惊的,她曾是捷克奥运会滑雪运动员和时装模特。
在家里,伊万娜管理着特朗普大厦一套有100个房间的三层公寓,该公寓是最近从50个房间扩建的(她开玩笑说,“壁橱空间更大了”)。特朗普对着大厦里鲑鱼似的大理石中庭感到自豪,他说,“我买下了整座山!你从来没见过那种颜色。伊凡娜建议这样做的,因为这样可以让人看起来更好看。”
这对夫妇还在康涅狄格州格林威治占地10英亩的乡间别墅中拥有47个房间,以及众所周知的位于棕榈滩的马拉歌庄园,拥有118个房间。727喷气式飞机和法国制造的军用“美洲狮”直升机缩短了他们的通勤时间。
“特朗普公主号”(特朗普此刻叫它卡舒吉的“小船“)已经变得破烂不堪,因此一个荷兰船厂现在要做的是要把这位公主打造成一位丰满成熟的价值超过1.75亿美元的女王。
Such ostentation, despite a catalog of charities and good deeds done for sick kids, has predictably yielded a rich crop of snipers. Spy magazine, the New York-based humor monthly, cheerfully carries a scabrous vendetta against the Trumps, comparing them to Dickension monsters. Time did s cover story on the decay of Atlantic City and chided Trump for helping create a crime-plagued urban blight divided between welfare cases and high rollers. On the upper West Side, Manhattanites attack him for his proclaimed desire to build an enormous complex, Trump City, complete with a 150-story skyscraper; Phil Donahue charges that Trump’s casinos pillage the gullible; an aide close to outgoing mayor Ed Koch calls Trump ”the most arrogant s.o.b who has ever stepped onto the earth.
Ah, well, To be young, blond and a billionaire.
It doesn’t seem to matter. The most daunting entrepreneur since the Astors, Vanderbilts and Whitneys, Donald John Trump has made his ”art of the deal” work—not just for making money but for crushing adversaries, too.
Case in point: Merv Griffin. Ten months after Griffin bought Trump’s Resorts International Inc for $365,000,000, for which Trump had paid $101,000,000 the year before, Griffin found himself holding a busted balloon. Not only had he inherited the hotel-casino’s $925,000,000 debt but he embarrassingly had to report first-half losses of $46,600,000. There’s now talk of a possible bankruptcy for Merv and a possible lawsuit against Trump.
Looking beyond his one-billion-dollar Taj Mahal opening in Atlantic City next month, Trump has plenty to consider. There are tumors of his building casinos in Nevada and his buying Tiffany’s, NBC, the New York Daily News or the Waldorf Hotel (“I’ve got to have the Waldorf,” he coos jokingly into the phone. ”I can’t sleep without it”).And the Presidency ?No, that takes an election, and it is clear that Trump is not that patient. Too much to do!
尽管为生病的孩子们做了一系列的慈善和好事,这样的炫耀还是不出所料地产生了大量的攻击者。总部位于纽约的幽默月刊《间谍杂志》兴高采烈地对特朗普家族进行了激烈的报复,将他们比作言辞恶毒的怪物。《时代》杂志做了一篇关于大西洋城衰败的封面报道,指责特朗普帮助打造了一个犯罪猖獗的城市颓势,这个颓势在福利案件和豪赌客之间一分为二。在上西城,曼哈顿人抨击他宣称要建造一个巨大的综合体——特朗普城,包括一座150层的摩天大楼;菲尔·多纳休指责特朗普的赌场掠夺易轻信的人;一位接近即将离任的市长埃德·科赫的助手称特朗普是“有史以来最傲慢的人。“
嗯,好吧,年轻的金发亿万富翁。
这似乎无关紧要。唐纳德·约翰·特朗普是继阿斯特尔家族、范德比尔特家族和惠特尼家族之后最令人畏惧的企业家,他的“交易的艺术”发挥了作用——不仅为了赚钱,也为了粉碎对手。
梅尔夫·格里芬就是一个很好的例子。格里芬以3.65亿美元的价格收购了特朗普的国际度假村公司,而特朗普在前年支付了1.01亿美元。10个月后,格里芬发现自己手里拿着一个破气球。他不仅继承了酒店赌场9.25亿美元的债务,而且还令人尴尬地报告了上半年4660万美元的亏损。现在有传言说梅尔夫可能会破产,特朗普可能会被起诉。
除了下个月在大西洋城开幕的泰姬陵酒店,特朗普还有很多事要做。他在内华达州建赌场,购买蒂芙尼(Tiffany)、NBC、纽约每日新闻或华尔道夫酒店,每件事都会有“麻烦”(“我一定要拥有华尔道夫酒店,”他对着电话开玩笑地说。“没有它我睡不着”)。那么总统职位呢?不,那需要一场选举,而特朗普显然没有那么耐心。要做的事情太多了!
“There has always been a display of wealth and always will be, until the depression comes, which it always does. And let me tell you, a display is a good thing. It shows people that you can be successful.”
“炫富一直存在,也总会出现,直到大萧条来临,大萧条也一直都有。”让我告诉你,炫富是件好事。它人们展示你可以成功。”
“We Americans are laughed at around the world for defending wealthy nations for nothing, nations that would be wiped out in about fifteen minutes if it weren’t for us. Our “allies” are making billions screwing us.”
“我们美国人因为毫无意义地保卫一些富裕的国家而被全世界嘲笑,如果不是我们,这些国家在15分钟内就会灭亡。我们的“盟友”正从我们身上赚取数十亿。
“I’ve always thought the ultimate job for me would have been running MGM in the Thirties and Forties. There was incredible glamour and style that’s gone now. And that’s when you could control situations.”
“我一直认为,对我来说,最佳的工作应该是在三四十年代经营米高梅。那些令人难以置信的魅力和风格现在已经逝去了。那个时候你可以控制整个局面。”
The billion-dollar baby was born in the exclusive Jamaica Estates in Queens, New York, on June 14,1946, to a mere millionaire, real-estate developer Fred Trump, who had racked up his $20,000,000 fortune building low-to-middle-priced homes and apartments in Brooklyn and Queens.
Among the five little Trumps, only Donald seemed to have a passion for mortar and bricks, riding around construction sites with his father—“who ruled all of us with a steel will”—and showing younger brother Robert, now a low-profile V.P. in the Trump organization, who was boss in their 23-room house.
At the age of eight, little Donald borrowed Robert’s cherished toy blocks, glued them together into one giant skyscraper and never returned them, thereafter exercising his fantasies about changing Manhattan’s skyline.
His father, who harped on the importance of ”knowing how to make a buck,” regarded mop-haired Donald as “rough and wild,” shipped him off to the New York Military Academy in Cornwall-on-Hudson and, some say, forever instilled in him a gnawing sense of inadequacy that fueled the boy’s ambition. There followed two years at Fordham and two years at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School of Finance, then a few years diddling in middle-income housing until, at the age of 28, Trump delivered the punch that launched him. Taking a hard look at Manhattan’s troubled fortunes, he fastened onto the bankruptcy of the Penn Central Railroad as his ticket into the big time and nimbly plucked options on Penn’s Hudson River Railroad yards, now the site of New York’s Convention Center, and its 59-year-old Commodore Hotel, now the Grand Hyatt.
The coup was in his persuading bankers to lent him $80,000,000 and in talking politicians into awarding him a $120,000,000 tax abatement.
Persuasion, hype and chutzpah thereafter defined the Trump style, welded to a scrupulous management technique.
1946年6月14日,这个亿万富翁宝宝出生在纽约皇后区的牙买加豪宅里,他的父亲是房地产开发商弗雷德·特朗普,他在布鲁克林和皇后区建造中低价位的住宅和公寓,积累了2000万美元的财富。
在五个小特朗普中,只有唐纳德似乎对灰泥和砖块很有激情,他和“用钢铁般的意志统治着我们所有人”的父亲骑行玩耍在建筑工地周围,并向弟弟罗伯特炫耀。罗伯特现在是特朗普集团一名低调的副总裁,掌管着他们23个房间的房子。
八岁的时候,小唐纳德借走了罗伯特心爱的玩具积木,把它们粘在一起变成了一座巨大的摩天大楼,从此再也没有归还,从此实现了他改变曼哈顿天际线的梦想。
他的父亲曾反复强调“知道如何赚钱”的重要性,认为头发乱蓬乱的唐纳德“粗鲁而狂野”,把他送到了位于哈德逊的康沃尔的纽约军事学院。有人说,父亲永远给他灌输了一种痛苦的不足感,助长了他的抱负。接下来在福特汉姆大学待了两年,在宾夕法尼亚大学沃顿金融学院待了两年,然后又在中等收入家庭的住房上瞎忙了几年,直到28岁时,特朗普打出了让他成功的一击。他认真审视了曼哈顿陷入困境的命运,选择了宾夕法尼亚中央铁路公司的破产作为自己进入大时代的入场证,并灵活地选择了宾夕法尼亚哈德逊河铁路公司和拥有59年历史的康姆多酒店,即如今的君悦酒店。这里现在是纽约会议中心的所在地。
他的妙招在于说服银行家借给他8000万美元,并说服政客给予他1.2亿美元的减税。
此后,说服、炒作和厚颜无耻定义了特朗普的风格,并融入了一丝不苟的管理技巧。
In 1979,at the age of 33,he snapped up the Fifth Avenue site of the old Bonwit Teller for $20,000,000,won a $140,000,000 tax abatement and three years later finished Trump Tower, a 68-story dazzler that includes a six-story atrium and today draws 100,000 visitors daily, with residents such as Johnny Carson and Steven Spielberg.
Amassing a fortune his father never dreamed possible—a cash hoard of $900,000,000,a geyser of $50,000,000 a week from his hotel-casinos, assets thought to total 3.7 billion dollars—Trump soon became as captivated by mystique-making as by money-making.
As the snooty ads running around New York proclaimed,”Everything does seem to be very Trump these days.” There are his residential buildings, Trump Parc and Trump Plaza and the soon-to-be-finished Trump Palace; Trump Castle in Atlantic City and the soon-to-be-finished Taj Mahal; his book “Trump: The Art of the Deal,” written with Tony Schwartz, which held on to the number-one spot on the New York Times best-seller list longer than any business book since “Iocacca”;his high-rise board game named—you guessed it—Trump(reported to be flop);his upcoming TV game show—you guessed it again—“Trump Card”; and the bike race named Tour de Trump, which, as he points out, sure beats its old name—Tour de Jersey. And—well—you get the picture.
“Vision is my best asset,” he says without a shred of modesty, ”I know what sells and I know what people want.”
Along the way, Trump even found time to attend the 1976 Montreal Olympics, marry his match, Ivana Zelnicek (who has vowed never to look a day over 29),and produce his own little Trumps—Donald Jr,12,Ivanka,eight,and Eric, six.
Notwithstanding the good fortune that seems to have attended Trump’s business moves, he and his family have not escaped life’s darker side. While sisters Maryane, a Federal judge in New Jersey, and Elizabeth, an administrative assistant for Chase Manhattan, have found their niches, Trump’s older brother, Fred, hated the real-estate business, became an airline pilot, took to drink and died an alcoholic in 1981 at 43.
Trump was also recently shaken when, last October, three key executives died in a helicopter crash; the boss reportedly narrowly missed death, deciding at the last minute that he was too busy to travel. ”I never realized,” says Trump today, ”how deaths outside the family could have such a profound effect on me. It’s a tragic waste.” As for himself, he’s fatalistic: ”I work, I don’t worry and I protect myself as well as anybody can. But ultimately we all end up going to hopefully greener pastures.”
1979年,33岁的他以2千万美元的价格收购了第五大道的老旧的保罗·邦威特百货商店,赢得了一份价值1亿4千万美元的减税和三年后完成了特朗普大厦,一座68层的焦点,包括一座六层楼高的中庭和现在每天吸引10万名游客,名人如约翰尼·卡森和史蒂芬·斯皮尔伯格。
特朗普积累了一笔他父亲做梦也想不到的财富—9亿美元的现金储备,每周从酒店赌场中获得的5000万美元的进账,以及估计总计37亿美元的资产—很快,他就像对着迷赚钱一样着迷于创造神秘。
正如纽约四处流传的八卦广告所宣称的那样,“这些日子,似乎一切都很特朗普。”“到处都有他盖的住宅,特朗普公园,特朗普广场和即将完成的特朗普宫殿,大西洋城的特朗普城堡和即将完成的泰姬陵;他和托尼•施瓦茨合作的书《特朗普:交易的艺术》紧紧锁定《纽约时报》畅销书排行榜第一的位置,除了“艾科卡”的书以外,比任何商业书籍都要长;他的高层棋盘游戏,取名“你猜-王牌”(据说失败了);他即将到来的电视节目,“你再猜-王牌”;和以他的名字命名的自行车赛“环特朗普”,他说,肯定比原来的名字“环泽西”要好。嗯,好吧,你已经有画面了。
“远见是我最好的资产,”他毫不谦虚地说,“我知道什么能卖出去,也知道人们想要什么。”
即使如此,特朗普还是抽时间参加了1976年蒙特利尔奥运会,迎娶了他的另一半伊万娜·泽尔尼切克(她发誓永远不让自己看起来超过29岁),还生下了自己的小特朗普——12岁的小唐纳德、8岁的伊万卡和6岁的埃里克。
尽管特朗普的商业举动似乎好运连连,但他和他的家人并没有摆脱生活的阴暗面。特朗普的姐姐玛丽安是新泽西州的一名联邦法官,另一个姐姐伊丽莎白是大通曼哈顿银行的一名行政助理,她们都有自己的事业,而特朗普的哥哥弗雷德讨厌房地产生意,后来成为一名飞行员,开始酗酒,并于1981年因酗酒去世,享年43岁。
特朗普最近还受到了打击,去年10月,三名关键高管死于一场直升机坠毁事故;据报道,那位老板侥幸脱险,他是在最后一刻做的决定,因为太忙没时间旅行。“我从未意识到,”特朗普今天说,“家庭以外的死亡怎么会对我产生如此深远的影响。这是可悲的浪费生命。至于他自己,他听天由命:“我工作,我不担心,我像任何人一样保护自己。”希望我们最终都会去天堂。”
To check out his present-day pastures, we sent New York Daily News celebrity interviewer and syndicated columnist Glenn Plaskin to talk with him. This interview had long been in the works, including two earlier starts. But Plaskin finally got Trump to sit down with him over a period of nearly 16 weeks. His report:
“For our first session at Trump Tower, after being visually frisked by a troop of basketball-player-tall bodyguards, I entered the inner sanctum. There was Donald Trump, as he would be for most of our sessions, slumped behind the cinnamon-colored desk, slung comically low in his chair, clipping his fingernails.
“I think best this way,” he’d deadpan.
“As the weeks went by, I found I liked poking through the hooded dare-me eyes with rapid-fire changes of topic, watching for surprise. Often he parried with rehearsed answers, but we spent enough time together that we entered genuinely fresh territory. When I asked for his stand on abortion, he frowned, pouted and asked ne to turn the recorder off. He didn’t really have an option—what the hell was mine? It was a very human moment.
“Supervising his office like an exceedingly well-run vaudeville show, executive assistant Norma Foerderer would wander in with another gold-framed magazine cover to put up on his wall—or with a seven-pound cheesecake or a stuffed skunk. Trump would take calls during our interview—never for more than a few minutes—that invariably ended with, ”Ok, baby, you’re the greatest.” Then secretary Rhona Graff would walk in, bearing little yellow slips of paper announcing calls waiting: down-on-his-luck financier Adnan Khashoggi, asking to have lunch; a hotel executive, dickering to sell yet another big hotel……By the time Duchess Fergie called about borrowing his brand-new accident-proof helicopter, and Don Johnson to borrow his city-size yacht, I was dizzy.
“To get away from it all, we began our first session hovering above the East River in the cobalt Darth Vader helicopter. Donald Trump was strapped into taupe leather, good-naturedly hyping his empire below.”
为了了解他每天的生活,我们请了《纽约每日新闻》的著名记者和专栏作家格伦·普拉斯金来采访他。这次采访已经进行了很长时间,包括之前的两次。但是普拉斯金终于让特朗普和他坐下来谈了将近16个星期。他的采访报告:
“关于我们在特朗普大厦的第一次采访,在被一群篮球运动员般高的保镖“虎视眈眈”之后,我进入了内部密室。那就是特朗普,在我们的大多数采访中,他都是这样的,耷拉在肉桂色的桌子后面,滑稽地低靠在椅子上,剪着指甲。
“我觉得这样很好,”他面无表情地说。
几个星期过去了,我发现自己必须从裹着头巾的瞪着我的眼睛里,并在话题的快速变化中,观察有没有惊喜。他经常回避事先排练过的答案,但等到在一起的时间足够长,我们进入了真正新鲜的领域。当我问他对堕胎的立场时,他皱着眉头,撅着嘴,让我把录音机关掉。他真的没有选择——我这是到底在干嘛?多么人性化的瞬间啊。
行政助理诺玛福尔德勒把他的办公室管理得就像管理得非常出色的杂剧表演,她会拿着另一个镶金框的杂志封面走进办公室,把它挂在墙上——或者拿着一个7磅重的芝士蛋糕或一只塞满臭鼬的什么东西。特朗普会在我们的采访中接听电话——从来不会超过几分钟——最后总是说:“好吧,宝贝,你是最棒的。”“然后秘书罗娜格拉夫会走进来,晃着小黄色便笺告诉他有电话在线上:倒霉的金融家阿德南·卡舒吉约吃午饭;一个酒店高管嚷嚷着要再卖一个大型酒店……同时,菲姬公爵夫人打电话要借他全新的直升机,唐·约翰逊借他的城市大小的游艇。我有点头晕了。
为了摆脱这些,我们开始了第一次空中采访,乘坐深蓝色的天行者直升机在伊斯特河上空转了一圈。唐纳德·特朗普被灰褐色皮革紧紧裹着,善意地炒作着他的帝国。”
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How to become the US president

To my parents — Fred and Mary Trump
I owe special thanks to several people who made it possible for me to complete this book in the face of my other responsibilities. Ivana Trump, my wonderful wife, and my three children were understanding about the many weekends that I spent working on the book. Si Newhouse first came to me and convinced me to do a book despite my initial reluctance. Howard Kaminsky, Pieter Osnos, and many others at Random House have been enthusiastic, energetic supporters of the book.
I don’t do it for the money. I’ve got enough, much more than I’ll ever need. I do it to do it. Deals are my art form. Other people paint beautifully on canvas or write wonderful poetry. I like making deals, preferably big deals. That's how I get my kicks.
Most people are surprised by the way I work. I play it very loose. I don’t carry a briefcase. I try not to schedule too many meetings. I leave my door open. You can’t be imaginative or entrepreneurial if you’ve got too much structure. I prefer to come to work each day and just see what develops.
Lets begin the week off with Monday. Its 9:00 a.m. My first call is to Alan Greenberg, on the trading floor of Bear Stems, a major Wall Street investment banking firm. Alan is the CEO of Bear Stems, he’s been my investment banker for the past five years, and he’s the best there is. Two weeks ago, we began buying stock in Holiday Inns. It was selling in the 50s. As of this morning, Alan tells me, I own just over one million shares, or slightly more than 4 percent of the company. The stock closed Friday at $65 a share, mostly, Alan says, because word is out on the street that I’ve been a big buyer, and there's speculation I am planning a run at the company.
The truth is I’m keeping my options open. I may ultimately go for control of Holiday, which I think is somewhat undervalued. At the current stock price, I could get control for less than $2 billion. Holiday’s three casino-hotels could be worth nearly that much— and the company owns another 300,000 hotel rooms besides.
A second option, if the stock price goes high enough, is to sell my stake and take a very nice profit. If I did that today, Vd already be up about $7 million. The third possibility is that Holiday may eventually offer to buy back my shares, at a premium, simply to get rid of me. If the premium is big enough, I will sell. That's just a given.
In any case, I enjoy seeing the lengths to which bad managements go to preserve what they call downscaled risk management — which really just means their jobs.
9:30 am Abraham Hirschfeld calls me, looking for advice. Abe is a successful real estate developer but he wants to be a politician. Unfortunately for Abe, he’s a far better developer than politician.
This fall, Abe tried to run for lieutenant governor against Governor Cuomo’s hand-picked candidate, Stan Lundine. Cuomo led a court fight to get Hirschfeld off the ballot on technical grounds, and sure enough, halfway into the campaign, the court ruled Hirschfeld out. Abe knows I’m friendly with the governor, and he wants my advice now on whether he should endorse Cuomo or switch parties and endorse Cuomo’s oppo- nent. I tell him it’s a no-contest question — stick with a winner and a good guy at that.
We set a meeting for Thursday.
10:00 a.m. I call Don Imus to thank him. Imus has one of the most successful radio shows in the United States on WNBC, and he’s been helping to raise money for the Annabel Hill fund.
I’m amazed at how this has snowballed into such a media event. It began last week when I saw a national news report by Tom Brokaw about this adorable little lady from Georgia, Mrs. Hill, who was trying to save her farm from being foreclosed. Her sixty-seven-year- old husband had committed suicide a few weeks earli- er, hoping his life insurance would save the farm, which had been in the family for generations. But the insurance proceeds weren’t nearly enough. It was a very sad situation, and I was moved. Here were people who’d worked very hard and honestly all their lives, only to see it all crumble before them. To me, it just seemed wrong.
Through NBC I was put tn touch with a wonderful guy from Georgia named Rank Argenbright, who’d become very involved in trying to help Mrs. Hill. Frank directed me to the bank that held Mrs. Hill's mortgage. The next morning, l called and got some vice president on the line. I explained that I was a businessman from New York, and that I was interested in helping Mrs. Hill. He told me he was sorry, but that it was too late. They were going to auction off the farm, be said, and “nothing or no one is going to stop it."
That really got me going. I said to the guy: “You listen to me. If you do foreclose. I’ll personally bring a lawsuit for murder against you and your bank, on the grounds that you harassed Mrs. Hill’s husband to his death." All of a sudden the bank officer sounded very nervous and said he'd get right back to me.
Sometimes it pays to be a little wild. An hour later I got a call back from the banker, and he said, "Don’t worry, we’re going to work it out, Mr. Trump.” Mrs. Hill and Frank Argenbright told the media, and the next thing I knew, it was the lead story on the network news.
By the end of the week, we’d raised $40,000. Imus alone raised almost $20,000 by appealing to his listeners. As a Christmas present to Mrs. Hill and her family, we’ve scheduled a mortgage-burning ceremony for Christmas Eve in the atrium of Thunp Tower. By then, I’m confident, we’ll have raised all the money. I’ve promised Mrs. Hill that if we haven’t. I’ll make up any difference.
I tell Imus he’s the greatest, and I invite him to be my guest one day next week at the tennis matches at the U.8. Open. I have a courtside box and I used to go myself almost every day. Now I’m so busy I mostly just send my friends.
This is just the beginning, not even the tip of ice-berg; believe me! If you're like me, Donald Trump, you're bound to get spoon-fed some luck every once in a while. Its a matter of knowing when these opportunities arise and locking them down like your life depends on it. The rest is how well you do things by the book and let things unfold how you want it. I'll go into further detail after this.
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