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In my company has been a collective killing, and, as it sounds. With members dismembered bodies on the tables. In a surprise move decided to move the project phases and close two offices, leaving some 50 people work (the grace of which is that the projects are made to public institutions that have not even blink to swell the unemployment rolls .).

In my office we have been alerted during the next week there will be more layoffs. You can imagine the little tension that exists, especially when these occur at the end of the day. So work normally, with the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, awaiting the arrival of the exterminating angelCourse: The idea is that the public address system will announce the names of the elect. The rest of the office to encourage and applaud form a corridor to the exit. The fired travel the road fives with teammates, with shouts of encouragement. At the end of the Exterminating Angel will be waiting with a letter of dismissal and his assistant will open the door to come out. It's quick and undramatic

- Shape The struggle for survival: At any time of day, the management announced that anyone who is not in the meeting room in three minutes will be fired (this must be added that the room is crowded and dwarf) then began a struggle in which we will see if solidarity bonus (some friends will climb on the shoulders d

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ry. Owner Must fix manually. Raw contents below.] ! Is the user="joanne-distte"> \u0026lt;lj birthday! and my bonus "worth a fic" I've been coupled with last year. So for the first time, exclusively insert ...* drum rolls *! I HAVE THE GIFT READY! (The audience is stunned and once understood the importance of this historical fact applaud like mad) A Little / Alayne who had ever in my mind, what better time to write it for her birthday?. I realize that I owe \u0026lt;lj user="samej-eh"> your gift (and more after the fic so sskf \u0026lt;sek that I wrote for the kedada to which I was not). Give me time! with all of you: \u0026lt;lj-cut text="El water and piezas"> WATER AND PARTS

The rag ran every corner of your back. I tried to look relaxed but every time I felt that warm, moist feel tensed. A hand brushed her hair aside. Alayne knees pressed against his chest and not just the cold that seeped through the walls. "Winter is coming" and the Gates of the Moon did not have that warmth of home that only had meaning in Winterfell. The snow had been part of his childhood, the time that Sansa Stark lived with his 4 brothers and his father's bastard. In the castle, warmer, more alive, he always felt out of tune, despite the boiling waterat the door. Alayne took refuge in the metal bath, calculating the distance that separated him from his dress brown. The sound of water was the only sound in the castle walls so thick that even the wind dared touching them. "Hush, sweetheart, you have to be afraid. It is natural for a parent to see his daughter naked. Sansa once had a father, an honorable and loving man. Their memories of him remained blurred, as if that "Legs flailing in a last gasp, the marbles of septum stained red Baelor had happened centuries ago. Yet I was sure that Ned Stark had never looked like Little did. the haunted green eyes like an animal in paccuse him of treason to win my favor. You may even allowed to use Lady Lyn Lord Desperate to behead. "Little drew whimsical drawings on your skin. Sometimes, when the cloth up around the bend from the waist caressed her breast birth. He was vaguely aware of how his fingers were there for a second longer than necessary, almost casual .- Obviously conspirators will remain in the shade, otherwise it would be suspect, but they will be lords of smaller houses with more honor than swords and wealth. What do you think? shook his head, unable to think. The sponge had been overlooked at the edge of the tub, dripping. Hands massaging her shoulders, space. Starting from the neck to get resbleating into his arms. She felt goose bumps and voice much closer Petyr

- Our little Robert is increasingly weak. According to Mastro dulcesueños Colemon is poisoning your body and is too weak to use leeches "In the minds of all those Sansa spent time in which almost forced the master to take the medicine called lemon cupcakes cousin. He wanted to turn around and claim to Little. Everything had been his suggestion, but it was she who gave the orders. The trapped and had confirmed his words, will soon be married to Harry The Crown. You have already heard about you and is eager to meet you. Some fingers buried in his neck, causing claw on

her hair - still in dark hair have a price, you'll love Harry, and as if to emphasize his words put his nose and sniffed. His breath tickled her neck. He felt the rough touch of his beard brushing the skin.

harder He hugged his knees, trying to hide a wail of anguish. I was not sure to understand everything he was sharing Little. With him was always so, as Lord Protector about there intentions were there, in view of everyone, but it eluded him.

"Courtesy is the shield of the ladies" or at least is what had taken refuge Sansa lifetime. And Alayne knew no other mechanism.

- I hopes to you. If you entrust all your worth in it you shall not be more than a pretty face and a tasty pussy-pussy word echoed throughout the room, staying a while suspended in the air before fading .- It is for that, and his hands sank into water following the curve of her hips, which must be much smarter than others, learn to use it at your convenience, but not rely on it. Tell me, my lady, what hath never touched a man?


"You are you touching me, he thought vaguely, but lacked the courage to point out that obvious. Instead he muttered.

- Marillion, on your wedding night tried to get into my bed.

"And the Dog" he said to himself, but thatHe put a finger HTMLXC. Alayne clung tightly to the edge of the tub with such force that his knuckles turned white. It was uncomfortable, it hurt. Tried to move, splashing water around, but Little thrust a paw on the shoulder and pushed her down. Forced a second finger that did shrink. Panicked

threw his body forward, picking up momentum to get up but did not get very far. Foot slipped on the bath. Little grabbed her hair and pulled down hard. He tried to hold on to anything but the nails scratched the metal with a nasty squeak. Little was shouting something but she did not hear. The eyes, nose, mouth. All was water. He raised his hands, like ghosts that blind trying to find something thata fool, now Petyr is angry with me. Miss me and I have to go, "

hands trembled. She huddled against the bathtub, now virtually empty. Unable to mourn, unable to think.

The maids came in and seemed to ignore the soggy soil and the overturned stool. With little delicacy was forced to his feet and wrapped in towels. "I have behaved fatal, I'm stupid when I go to calm down and ask her forgiveness Petyr"

His fingernails were broken, some uncontrollable desire to mourn and no one to comfort her. \u0026lt;/ Lj-cut>

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It's been tough, daunting and sometimes funny but finished. In recent months I've been completely missing but what I should do if he (and well).

This update hiatsus proclaims that are officially ended. In essence this means that I have run out of excuses. Collejas hit me when you can not update, reply or post * Demona gets a piece helmet *

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joanne_distte I have tagged them to do a meme on Anotsu of "Blade of the Immortal." Is an obedient, I have released it but I've noticed two things:

a) In my flist, there are only about 6 people who know "Blade of the Immortal." For the rest I will be talking to empty
b) Updates of this lj are increasingly beginning to feel sad and guilty about it

As occasionally give me fits, instead of just making another boring entry I've decided currármelo a little, from time to time I do well, and doing something worthwhile. So without further ado I will make you to know "The sword of immortalitys.

could speak the initial trip of the protagonists, or the debate generated around themes such as revenge: - Hey Manji Is he always like to hate? Do not go away unless someone is dead? - "Moron, do not actually disappear, even with death ... not even with her immortality
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" I do not know how many more have to suffer the pain of me through the heart with a sword "

For all the maelstrom of revenge and death is absorbed by something else. At the end of the story than what seemed a personal story of a girl too weak to need others to kill her, to finish in a web of conspiracies and interestsI caused ertes kill a thousand bandits. But ... does not it seem easy? Not really. It's actually very difficult [...] So I decided that whoever puts their hand up against this woman would be a bandit ... and started to kill the beast "







Even the" bad guys "of history turn gray or because they get light shades. They blend in honor of a man condemned to death, the loyalty of followers, the rebellion against a system of bulldogs that prevent young people without a future to adhere to a school of fencing or the situation of a woman whose only alternatives are to sell his body being a bitch or accepting to be the killer soul for the trained.

CHARACTERS.

One of the most curious things is that Manji, despite being immortal and killing a hundred men in battle, not the best swordsman in history. Immortality is precisely its greatest weakness. Injuries hurt, but it takes to recover the security of knowing that none of them will kill you makes you careless when fighting. Allows the edge of the sword of his opponent to kiss too many times, to the extent that often ends made some foxes.





contrast
Rin is going strong, not physically, but psychologically. It starts as a girl with too many doubts, totally dependent on Manji and ends growing, becoming a woman (as claimedtimes, and when you feel like Shira appears to mourn and cover your eyes. Is definitely not suitable for sensitive stomachs or travel by Metro from those in which the old ladies lean over your shoulder to see what you are reading a "sweet girl" on their side.

- The structure, have been charged with "Blade of the Immortal" to have a repetitive structure. Not for the argument (which initially starts with individual fighting a vengeance passes to the experimentation of immortality by the government to end in a kind of checkerboard) but how to treat it. The author misuses the separation and reunion as a basis for the action of the characters.

So ... WHYism (you'll never see a character just sitting, everything moves, flows). That is why the fight scenes, although sometimes a bit confusing, are spectacular.




Another Samura features is its ability to express emotions ... through the hands and feet! , Have such a dust is just how to move your feet and do not need just because you think well what is happening. It's something original and extremely difficult to achieve because, as I have understood handle this type of drawing is one of the hardest things that exist, even for professional artists.

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Samura is said that is a great conocedor from the Edo period as the work is perfectly set at both the political and the everyday life situations.
Another thing I like about manga is that it always falls on the dynamics dull boy-saves-girl. True, Rin is not a warrior, but has proven to be able to cope and even save Manji "For someone immortal fine in the important moments, always neceistas my help"
I mentioned the anime, I attached a link where you will find some of the chapters and to download Manga Volume 11 (there are currently published 23)


http://209.85.229.132/search?q=cache:36rBnK7SnVQJ:www.portalxd.com / mugen-no-Juunin-t164131.html% 3Fp% 3D1101446 + the +Sword + of + immortal + phrases & cd = 154 & hl = en & ct = clnk & gl = es Samura has posted a new Manga "Coach" set in Victorian England, but in my opinion is not the height of the sword. I leave a review

http://www.lacarceldepapel.com/2008/11/16/carruajes/


NOTE: You can find all the work on the Internet, a total of four volumes, but can not find the page from I read the manga direct download.
For the more daring ... Spoilers of Volume 24! http://ryu-shi.deviantart.com/art/BotI-SPOILERS-107983684


http://ryu-shi.deviantart.com/art/Silence-111781168


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Character MEME: Anotsu (Blade of the Immortal)





1. Do you like this person?

lot. Sometimes a character is something cold and it is therefore difficult to understand in certain situations, but I Fascian which, despite their intelligence still does not realize that their main followers are with him through his dream or ideal but pure loyalty to him.

2. How do you call this person?

When I am able to remember his name ... Anotsu (I suspect I am somewhat dyslexic names XD9 3. Which color do you associate with this person?
With the color of her kimono. The manga is in black and black butI, on his childhood, his love, his way of life ... so I think you embrace

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Centuries without being over here but the situation well deserved it! It's the birthday samej_eh ! and as always all I have prepared is a Congratulations!

Before whip with the amount of things I remember that I'm on hiatus until October 1st day when something crazy will shave my head type, get a tattoo and write like a dog's birthday gift ; you back. At the moment I have a mini-story about Amazon, the birthday of joanne_distte , chaptersof "I'll tell you my name" and I think many more things that I decided to forget (some history of Venetian masks scathing ). Still, samej_eh not hold back and asked for that mouth to your desires (before or after) will be orders

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perfect skin, beautiful faces, beings of unearthly beauty ... The vampire threw in frustration the books of Anne Rice and Stephenie Meyer to the trash. Perfect skin! Ass!. Gently touched her face, full of wounds and cuts. Shaving is a very difficult task when you can not see in the mirror.

EXCLUSIVE

The wording echoed by hundreds of phones ringing nonstop. That was a chaos of frantic activity: the teletype covered the whole floor, hunched over their gremlins machineswriting, the chief shouted contradictory orders from his office. The next day most exclusive Fareland could be read on the cover of every newspaper and tabloid magazines "Extra. Snow White and her prince to divorce: Our sex life ended when he realized I'm not a corpse, said the princess. "

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mind when we speak of a world that mixes virtual reality fighting with katanas, motorcycle racing spectacular Korrea skateboarding, mafias many pizza delivery. I think the big failure is that the humor is lost a bit towards the end of the novel, which is a shame because it is acidic and sharp and makes you laugh a while.

The characters are very interesting, especially the Hiro Protagonist, so smart and so neglect at a time. TA has not come to interest, is bearable but too Mary Sue for a girl of 15 years, yes stars a dust ... well, that is not nothing, but nothing bad.

Ultimately I do not know if it's a book that appeals to most people. I note that it is rare, perXC Author: Stieg Larsson
Publisher: Ediciones Destino
Pages: 748
Summary: Second installment of the series Millennium


Opinion: From the book saved about 200 pages, the rest is pure garbage that could have saved me but I read by masochism. The principle makes no sense, are about 300 pages the author uses to justify themselves to the maturity of Lisbeth is because pirsings has been removed, has operated tattoo and tits, because of course the novel being a wet dream of the author could not allow his character was flat as a table. And no matter which passes Lisbeth assume that social conventions, she wanted boobs, period. Then, to compensate and show that LisboBut if you repeat it every 2 pages loses its effect to become a pain.

After the murders comes the fun of the book because you do not know exactly what happened, or how much is involved Lisbeth. It is intriguing and may become hooked because you do not have enough clues to infer what happened and want to know. The problem is that little by little I will fucking including megaguays polis (to me how I liked was Faste, the researcher cocoon), just no sense in plan, lose the car that was following on a page and the next chapter I
found mysteriously etc. And now the moment in which Larsson took a tripod, the grand finale! Larsson wanted you in heaven: that ofs footer

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I am really outraged. Yesterday I was watching the news when Mataró commented that there had been a raid to disrupt a Chinese shop tailoring. In the video commented that people were forced to work "from sun to sun, keeping the machines running day and night. More than twenty people took turns to sleep in a kind of hideout without ventilation, full of mattresses on the floor. The hygienic conditions of the bath room and kitchen were infected.

After a wonderful parorámica of dirt, poverty and third world conditions, the journalists went to interview the neighbors, who complained of "noise all night" and smells. End of story. At that point

acquired. I do not know, I do not know if the news did not affect anyone in the neighborhood because after all were Chinese and looks normal work as such, or whether they really did not realize what the situation represented in the basement of their homes, or worse, not care ambsoluto.

it stops the world that low because I think I need a vacation away from it

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Confirmed: I have no willpower. I declared on hiatus and I'm still here.

First I would like to thank all those who responded to this post . The exchange remains open, fragments of fiction from HP or microstories sleeve.

However, I decided to do something much bigger. This story is for dryadeh , UIBE , lamagaliz and (by the way treatment continues, if I say theme oriora left the coolness of his office to greet the woman who, for so long been waiting. Do not know what would look like Mary but never imagined memory as well: small, thin and full of dust. A solitary figure which seemed to be missing something. Memory

Mary was a stockholder of stories. Toured towns and villages with his gray cat perched on his shoulder. He sat the best seat in the house or in the sandy soil, did not matter. Bowed his head and, with her big green eyes fixed on the narrator, listened patiently to all that wanted to tell. Sometimes for days and nights. And the world was reduced to words and the constant hum of the cat. Mary kept in her head every syllable propronounced, lest we forget, because for many of those people was all they had. Someday, if his life was long enough, Mary Memory return to the village and they rememoraría how they met their first love, or that fall in the harvest was so good that danced in the fields until dawn. I also remember insults and pains suffered irreparable, because Mary did not judge, just talking to her tone calm and soft. "Do not forget, never forget" and, through his tears left, hatred or laughter, no matter. Grabbed her cat and continued his way back to fill with stories, and now that same road, had led him to this ancient monastery converted into a hospital for special cases. seemed too young to remember a century, Mrs. Ursula thought, taking refuge in the shade of the porch. It was just a girl redhead who was traveling with a bundle and bare hands. "Welcome. He shook hands with strength and safety, an old habit to show who was boss between those walls. Long overdue arrival. Doña Ursula
A cost him avoid falling into the contemptuous familiarity. At the end of the debtor was their only God and their faith did not recognize the call records of stories, a kind of modern minstrels to the powers attributed to them.

She shrugged.
"It seems that cost him his messenger to meet some time, egro does not matter, I'm here. What would you tell? The Mother Superior
shook his head.

"It's not for me, is for a patient. Appeared five years ago in a nearby field, naked and disoriented. I did not know who he was and he kept repeating her name, Maria memory, again and again.

Without another word Doña Ursula began to walk. Toured together a hall of stone, gray walls mottled by the wooden doors. The place was cool, depressing, and prisons.

They stopped at one of the former cells of the novices, identical to the rest. Mrs. Ursula rummaged among his clothes until he found the key. There was a cot, the smell of sickness and dying breath of a man.

They approached the bed where a package is moved in spasms. Just as he reached the edge of the figure seemed to revive. He joined with violence and fixing his eyes crazed in Maria said

"You, you're the one I remember, one stored with stories of a cat with green eyes and shoulders. You should know who I am.

His breath stank, his face was nothing but skin attached to a skull. Ten years and a withered body, and yet, Mary said. Such was the impression that the girl had to hold the arm of the Mother Superior to avoid falling. He was consumed by the madness of not knowing who he was but he was.

opera music and the smell of fried eggs with bacon. Mary

Mem, Leaving behind fear and a cloud of dust. Light filtered through the holes in the canvas, as if inside a barrel. To deal with the silence created one of the soldiers who accompanied him explained that he was being invited to their headquarters to hear its version of the conquest, because that was always what the great armies sought: endure, even in the inscriptions of tombstones, or in memory of warehousing. It was actually a veiled order kindness.

The trip was bumpy, hot and uncomfortable watching the soldiers. She just stared at her bare feet, so vulnerable among military boots around her.

The headquarters was just a mill counterclaimrtido in war machine through barbed wire and check points. A soldier held out his hand to help her down the vehicle, but she refused, protecting your cat with no name to his chest.

There was a spiral staircase which led to a mixture of fear and vertigo, and a landing that led to the room where the Colonel expected.

opera music, the smell of fried eggs with bacon and a young soldier graduated exquisite breakfast, as if, instead of in a disused warehouse was eating in a room with the top.

Colonel neatly wiped with a napkin. He was tall and handsome and her leather boots creaked as he stood up to greet Mary. She ignored lscribía all like an enthusiastic tour guide, brightening up the explanations with technical details that Mary received a condescending smile.

When broke and allowed the soldiers to flee the burning esplanade, returned to the barracks. The player was on and the cat ate the remains of breakfast, waving his tail in the air, oblivious to the two humans standing on the threshold. Before Mary had time to react, the man lunged at the table. The dishes crashed to the ground. The fragments crunched under the soles of colonel. It brought a kind of struggle. A game of hunter and prey in which the animal could always avoid the huge human, until he was cornered against una corner. By knowing trapped, the cat claws removed and an elastic jump grabbed the neck of the colonel. The man shouted, grabbed the cat's neck and angrily threw it against the wall.

a hollow sound was heard when the body bounced on the carpet.

Mary's face remained neutral. Not even started a movement to approach the corpse. She froze in the middle of the room, watching the last tremor of the inert body. Opera music and the only constant in his life killed by a plate of fried eggs and bacon.

-Stupid cat, "said the man, gently touching his wounds.

never told this story, Mary never spoke about herself. The

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I have signed up to a fantastic literary workshop in which force me to write! Miracle! Here is my attempt to do, for the first time in my life, homework.

THE TRUE STORY OF THE LITTLE MERMAID Undine broke

The lake surface unexpectedly, interrupting the quiet of the sleepy forest. His body glistened in the light blue of dusk. Zulan was the only discordant between the rugged brown of the trees and shrubs dying lookout.

Zulan eyes narrowed, trying to differentiate your Prince Charming camouflaged in the vegetation for its sand-colored robes. Always believed that the Princes were dressed in Blue, precisely, that tone but apparently the storyteller from his village were inveother times would have said something like: "Your worship will kindly excuse my delay because the stars almost occupy the sky when we set out to meet us when the last rays of the sun lick the earth" The first time I had let such a tirade the face astonished the prince said he had not understood a single word. Since then, the nymph was trying to simplify the grandeur of his words and get used to the human language full of harsh sounds.

- Buenoz diaz, my Zenor

Hernando bent in a stiff bow. Her eyes traveled elusive naked breast of the nymph. Zulan pretended to ignore the gesture but with a coy smile straightened the torso, leaving withtuning. At first she thought her Prince Charming ocean admired her jewelry brought from beyond the lake. He soon realized that the man's eyes slid from the pearls of her necklace to her breast. Zulan not know exactly which of the two most fascinated Hernando.

Following the protocol, Hernando went to the bank shuffling gait with slow and clumsy, without the flow of water features. His right hand gripped one utensil so much like the forks of the Coast. "Raztrillo" Zulan had called him when asked. So it could come to understand was a kind of magic wand that gave the power to bring forth things of the earth. No world could be of control water. The

man sat on some rocks, practically dropping. The nymph dived the lake keeping his distance, had not yet used to the smell of Hernando, to the mixture of sweat and dirt. From his position could only see Zulan muddy legs and big toe poking out through a hole in his boots. If she had toes instead of membranes, also would look proud.

Hernando The nymph was silent while he spoke on "The foreman" his sworn enemy against which he had to fight to protect their land. A Zulan hard to understand but I loved watching those hands moving hard and dry, with broken nails, able to express themselves. He looked at his own hands hidden under the water like

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not want to interpret this as a complaint or a rant but as a reflection. I am not a resentful teenager with the world or anything, all I intend with this post is to expose a little reality.

The other day I stopped English wording, which is neither surprising nor distressing because it did not for the media. The funny thing was the reason, it was sloppy. According to my teacher "gave a bad impression on reading" I'm not saying I deserved to pass text or anything like that, but that appearance was a factor significant enough to lower the note bothered me ... and reflect onI realized that, despite the talk constantly in physical appearance there are many external factors are taken into account subconsciously, I too would

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When I was at school a friend of a graduate course left me all his works of philosophy, which I copied as is, without changing a damn coma. My friend always got 1 or 2 points more than me for no apparent reason because the teacher did not even suspect what was happening.complaint against the tyranny of beauty or anything. Is nothing more dense, more aesthetic, which subjugates. Do not you think about it but it is there, you can breathe. It is not Beauty and the beast or the canard that "beauty is on the outside." Is an inability to discern the contents when chaos threatens. Is what counts negatively but not real bright spots. It is simply what it is. Solocionable with a little effort and willingness on my part but I do retain the air as young children, and say "I do not want"

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