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model at the Montreal fashion festival bikini show. earlier this summer.
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Bikini Village show during Formula 1 Week, Montreal
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Bikini Village show during Formula 1 Week, Montreal
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Timothy Tolbain- The Werewolf Boy, born of Lycanthropy from his parents side. Transforms every Full Moon. (Lycantropin)
Age: 18-24 (ageless at 8)- DOB: June 13th, 1986
Height: 3’6 on flat feet; 4’7 on base of feet
Timothy was born to both Lycan parents & shared a life like any other kid, but with a few questions regarding his earlier life.
For years, Timmy has had constant dreams that he was running on all fours through the woods, preying on animals, and seeing what looked liked his parents as Wolf-Like people. In reality, it was Timothy sleepwalking every Full Moon as a Werewolf.
It was only when Tim was 8 years old that he found out that he was a Werewolf & had witnessed his first Transformation into a Werewolf, even though he had seen himself Transform before, but was too young too remember that event. :D
Although Timothy strictly prefers to be Naked whenever he can, he will however wear occasional Shirts with Pants/Shorts with different trademark designs on his shirt like; Batman, T2, Blade Runner, Superman, Wolverine & other logo’s on them.
Timmy also has a very strong dislike for any kind of foot wear, and goes BAREFOOT all the time, aside from Skool, which irritates him Horribly & interrupts his concentration, which is due to the fact that he has the BIGGEST Feet in his school.
All Werewolves have a natural habit to go Naked/Barefoot & have no shame or embarrassment about it.
Food: Meat (raw/cooked) fast food, pizza, ice cream, cheeseburgers, etc.
Hobbies: Video Games, music, exploration, movies, DVD’s, etc.
Movies: Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Blade Runner, STAR WARS, Superman: The Movie, Rambo II, Batman.
Music: Weird Al Yankovic, 80’s, Movie Soundtracks, Rock, Techno, etc.
Other: BIG Fan of Sonic the Hedgehog, and has a rare form of Kaiser’s Syndrome which is only apparent in Lycanthropes.
Secret: Hates his brother, Jake Tolbain, with a Passion & blames him for his parents death, and had once questioned his own Humanity as a Werewolf for a long time in his mid-late teens.
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the mood it changes like the wind, hard to control when it begins
the mood it changes like the wind, hard to control when it begins
the mood it changes like the wind, hard to control when it begins
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As a professional thief, I have always marveled at just how “visiting” country estates where the filthy rich dwell is like following the same script over and over.
Like for instance the estate I'm burgling this evening:
One of the grand old manors, this one was poetically named “Willows Run”. Though for the life of me as I was casing the house, I failed to spy a single willow?
The old stone house was owned by a quite wealthy couple who resided there with a staff of servants.
The Right Honorable Sir George B and his wife, Lady Veronica, the richest pair in the area of Swansea
As I completed each familiar step of my “ script” I mentally checked it off the list ingrained in my mind:
Casing the estate from the safety of the deep dark woods surrounding the massive estate over the previous month...
Waiting until the servants are on their punctual weekend night off (all on the same night)...
Making sure the Lord and Mistress or taking the opportunity to go out that same evening...
On that night, cut through the woods that surround a small lake and carefully approach from the least visible side...
Sneak up underneath the second-floor stone patio. Then begin climbing the ever-present thick ivy that grows down along its’ walls, using the ugly stone statue of a gargoyle located at the top for a foothold over the state me railings...
Pry open the glass door of the patio, and enter. Keeping to the wall, slink down the darkened hallway until the mistress’s chambers are reached...
Carefully open the chamber door. And enter. Then search for the 3 usual spots a rich lady keeps her jewels. Found them tonight in spot number 2...
After scooping up and pocketing all of the plentiful shimmering beauties, leave the manor the same way I came in...
Upon reaching the stone terrace check below to make sure the coast is clear…
I swear under my breath as I look over to the main entrance of the estate...
Why is the ‘guvner’s rolls going back?”
Suddenly things were not going to script. Some bloody bugger had gone and created a rewrite!
I turn around checking for any lights that may be turning on in the hallway behind me. All was still dark. I cautiously lean over and check the first-floor windows. Those lights were also out.
No time to be wasted. I begin to hop over the stone railing, muttering to myself as I do so.
Tickling the gargoyle under his Jutty chin after I step down from him back onto the heavy ropelike vines, I looked into his woeful eyes.
The puckish-looking carved eyes of the gargoyle were looking down upon me as if he was being quizzical as to my reason for daring to be there?
“Let’s keep this to ourselves, eh laddie” I whispered up to his grinning face just before I swung over and repeating my jack in a beanstalk-like manner, began my way down, my leather satchel hefty with the magnificent jewels of the lady Veronica.
I reach the ground, stopping to listen for any sign of discovery as I wait till my eyes totally re-adjusted to the glooming darkness
All is quiet, except for various the night chirps of unseen forest denizens.
Curious as to why no lights had been turned on inside, I slipped around to the stately rolls. The engine was cold as death. They had been home for a while?
I cautiously look around. It was now a clear sky, with millions of twinkling clusters of stars.
As I left, I made sure to lurk in the shadows to stay hidden from the unseen couple.
I head out, circling back inside the woods, making my cautiously silent way towards where the lake was located.
Never take the same way back out if it can be helped, I always tried to do this in case I was seen coming in!
But tonight, I broke that protocol sensing that haste was a necessary precaution.
As it turned out, I am glad I didn’t!
For, as I started to leave the woods leading down to the pond, my ears picked up a sound that did not belong!
I sneak my way in, and am quite glad at the discovery I now made!
It is the Lord and Lady of Willow Run and judging by the glossy satin gown laying out on a bush, next to George’s discarded suit, they are close by laying naked under the stars just up ahead.
And there, lying upon a glossy gown, in a gleaming heap, was a collection of sparkling jewelry set with rich gemstones of Amethyst that Lady Veronica must have been wearing out this evening!
I moved around to peer over the tall hedge where the garments lay discarded.
Soon catching a glimpse of the lusting pair.
They are both watching the swans' graceful display, as their heads came close, forming the outline of a heart.
Their heads are also close, the shadowy nude backsides silhouetted to me as they lay intertwined on the grass by the water's edge.
I see the jewels of their wedding rings, and Lady Veronica’s chandelier earrings sparkling dimly in the star-lit evening.
Out of reach, those pretty things are, but not all of their valuables are that way.
I sneak back until their figures are out of sight behind the hedge where their clothes are laid out.
I carefully crouch down, slipping cautiously over to lady Veronica’s discarded gown.
In the background, the sounds of crickets have been replaced by the raw grunts and groans being made by the pair of lovebirds making out like a pair of randy teens.
Drooling. I look down as my eyes are met by the dazzling array of her Amethyst jewelry as it catches in the moon lit glen.
No paste “ ice” can ever match the glimmering fire of real jewels, and these my friends, were quite real!
A copper mesh clutch purse lays on top, as well as chocolate brown satin gloves.
I bend over and laying down my already heavy leather satchel I carefully fold up the dress, bundling her valuables safely inside. Did not want to risk missing anything.
I then crouch over Lord George’s tux.
After picking his wallet from the jacket, I also lift out his pocket watch from his vest, admiring the Aquamarine gemstone set in the watch fob. I then reach down and with my free hand lift the bundled gown. And shove both on top of my satchel.
A throaty cry that can only be made by a female in the throes of exquisitely intense passion, rips out into the night, making me jump.
I grin as further sounds tell me the pair of ultra-wealthy lovers are behaving no better than a couple of horny servants. I could just imagine what their tight-lipped snobbish friends would say.
They are both well past noticing anything going on around them. So with a feeling of ease, I backtrack and circle my way out and around the pair whom I had just nefariously robbed fairly blind!
I only turn away as I reached the protecting shadows on the wood line.
Then I move around till I am across the pond from the pair of love birds.
I look out, remaining hidden from view in the dark woods for a peek.
My final view is of a pair of bare naked sweat glistened figures, as the noble lord and his pretty lady tightly embrace within the passion of the all too quickly waning moment.
With a secret smile, I nod in salute to their epic endeavors, Then turn away, and slip back to the outer edge of the woods and make true my escape.
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There's a sad knowledge in my heart of where this tendency of content overpolicing is going on a larger scale. This overreach of control and micromanagement. If I'd posted this pic to a small local URBEX Facebook group, my post would be deleted without any explanation and prior communication on rules regarding location disclosure elsewhere, although I never disclose locations explicitly - not on Facebook, not on Flickr, not anywhere. And have been rude in the past to make clear that I won’t disclose the info, so that the received message is as laconic and clear as possible. So that the potential explorer in contact could go fuck him/herself ASAP and hard.
Today – after being around abandoned places for 30+ years and pondering this for a quite some time, especially in 20/21, I’m thinking a tad differently. Do I care about Fecesbook drama? No, I’m on my way out of there for good and only my business interests hold me to that decrepit shithole, plus I can find another ways to reach local customers, so the ban affects me only in principle (first post sanitization without prior communication) that’s laid bare below.
So, my first post in that group was deleted yesterday. Basis? As it turned out when I PM’d the admin of the group for some reasoning: “You have disclosed locations on your Flickr”, which just amazes me. I upload to Flickr using external tool exclusively, and have set a Publish rule to never post GPS locations. So I went through my Flickr titles, and found out whopping 5 unique places named.
Some might argue that even this amount of information disclosure is too much, to which I wholeheartedly agree to a degree: only if the place is not in public domain, AND if there’s anything but walls and smashed windows left in there. Yesteryear I’d told you to fuck off. Today I’d do some work before doing so. I’d check your profile for signs of thorough and non-damaging interest, and will disclose the place only if some evidence is found. This is the healthier approach, in my opinion, and here’s why.
If you do some critical thinking on this idea of info non-disclosure between URBEX people, at least a couple of problems present themselves gloriously clearly, and they tend to contradict the assumption that information non-disclosure will somehow magically stop the entropy, and will keep the place up and in good health. 1) Places getting ruined or demolished anyways (entropy); 2) Places getting renovated and made boring to explorers.
I’m highly doubtful that scrappers, vandals, teens and addicts use local URBEX internet groups as their primary source of information. These places attract all these kinds of people. They use brains too, and scrappers can smell abandonment miles away, for their living depends on it, not just a silly drive to trespass and explore the living past. Teens and vandals are usually local pricks that enjoy the feeling of smashed windows and falling walls, and I can’t really blame them, it’s a ton of fun, if you look at it honestly.
I’ve been exploring long enough to see non-disclosed places destroyed by scrappers and vandals time and time again. To see how bulldozers level a premium undisclosed Soviet fallout shelter / Communications center – twice at least.
Been here long enough to experience a building getting renovated and opened to the public once again – this very picture is from that place!
And the net result of this is what exactly? What’s the message to take home?
Well, those bulldozed places are leveled, no more living history to experience and less quality pictures, because inevitably some talented photographers missed the place because of the lack of exchange of info between URBEXers. So - fewer enthusiasts got to experience those places and… that’s about it.
And this particular piece I’m posting – it’s Spilves lidosta in Latvia, an Airport that’s an example of premium Stalin's neoclassical architecture in an awesome shape. Only some boarded windows and that’s about it. Why it was in such a pristine condition when we visited it in 2010 and managed to get in? Well, because it was a tad harder to access (some activity on runways and around, and a very naked/open place, no hiding to be had) and guarded the whole time: security personnel, cameras and all that sweet Jazz for us to bypass non-destructively. Today this airport is available to the public and the net result is? Well, less explorers got to experience the place and take pics on their own terms, and access now inaccessible areas.
You tell me if this approach isn’t damaging to URBEX movement as a whole? I see a whole lot of Ego masturbation in this too, and it’s ugly. Because scrappers will find their scrap, vandals will find their stuff to smash, and owners or the city will one day demolish or renovate our URBEX sites, and we will move on, trying to protect this information from ourselves.
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Another submission IC Enjoy the stories! ( written by Folly)
The Doc is Sin- An experience from a viewer
Everyone knows about the doctor, he's kind of a legend in my hometown. I live in a fairly poor area, you know? And getting to the doctor has never been easy. Fact of the matter is, about the only time people were willing to go to the doctor for anything before he showed up was if it was an emergency. Bleeding from the eyeballs or ass or something like, the kinda thing that probably should have gone earlier for.
Doctor's visits ain't cheap though, so people put it off. Then the doc came to town, set up a nice little clinic in a nice little building and all that changed. He was willing to work with people that couldn't afford it, the poorer folks, hell even the homeless. He'd let people work off their bills. Cleaning up around the place, tidying things and the like. Simple stuff but it took off from his work load and let him save money he'd have had to spend on extra help.
So yeah, safe to say he was a popular man around these parts. Could even call him something of a local saint almost, so when he disappeared, just up and vanished one day, you can imagine the uproar that followed. People were confused, upset, running up and down all the stages of grief and back again. There was no sign of what happened, or where he'd gone, and he'd never made any hints to wanting to leave. Even with the whole town searching, and the police investigating, nobody ever found out what it was that happened to him, or where he might've went.
Time passed and the clinic changed hands. Went from a place of healing to a place of death. Now don't that sound over dramatic? When I say a place of death, I just mean a morgue. Stayed that way for a few years until the county coughed up the money for a better building and off it moved and the place was left empty. I don't imagine anybody wanted to run a business out of a former morgue, especially don't imagine anybody wanting to live in one. Well, nobody around here at any rate.
With the place abandoned, and the history it had, it wasn't too long before teens - and hell adults that should have known better - started sneaking in to take a peek. Friends would dare each other to go in and grab something, or go in and stay in for so long. Go in and stay overnight.
No on had done that last before. Sure people would talk a big game, but when it came down to it every single one chickened out. Understandable, yeah. Didn't stop them from getting mocked at every turn though.
Maybe you've guessed it by now, maybe you haven't, but I was one of those adults that should know better, with friends that should also damn well know better, that dared each other to go in. Mostly when we were pretty plastered. We'd been upping the dares each time we gave them, and about a week and half, closer to two weeks ago really, one of my friends finally laid out the big one. Staying in the morgue overnight.
Of course, *of course*, my drunk ass had to go and say yes. Because drunk me is an idiot and should never be allowed to make any sort of major decisions. My friends know this, the fuckers, and if eve
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