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Let me know if you see anything you like</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><thespringbox:skin xmlns:thespringbox="http://www.thespringbox.com/dtds/thespringbox-1.0.dtd">http://feeds.feedburner.com/OikeGallery?format=skin</thespringbox:skin><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/OikeGallery" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GRXc9fCp7ImA9WxRWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-5512706832635513301</id><published>2008-11-05T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:53:44.964-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-05T09:53:44.964-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assassins to kill the canidates" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hudson" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Richard Dragon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironma/tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon is shot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon" /><title>Conspiracy 6: And the votes are in... (finale.... ?)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SRGzYVf9BXI/AAAAAAAAAco/NiAAPlA5eTU/s1600-h/megacard4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SRGzYVf9BXI/AAAAAAAAAco/NiAAPlA5eTU/s200/megacard4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265186670042219890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/hydra-candiate-case-case-of-two.html"&gt;cont from here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/hydra-candiate-case-case-of-two.html"&gt;We leave Danny with a friend of Vic's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dragon says he doesn't think Danny did it. He has Danny at a safe house and they are attempting to deprogram him... There is a massive man hunt for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile Elsewhere....  At the X mansion a young girl attempts to sneak out when the likes turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the expression on her face she already knew the grumpy man was there. "He is my friend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan snarls, "You don't need to be getting involved in this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He didn't do it!" Laura protests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long argue the Wolverine finally gives, "Look, I will go help Ana and check it out but you... stay here!"]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon and I go over the scene of the crime, "Someone went to a lot of trouble to make it look like he did it. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but why?" I asked already knowing the who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic appears in the gas fumes, "That is the question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know Hydra is involved. Could Danny have fought their .." I was cut off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic shakes his head, "No a super hero would have had trouble resisting. They never finished with Danny. He was suppose to be the one but we stopped the process. They are now using Danny to cover the other ones steps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard nodded, "so then we wait?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic nodded, " we wait." and then looks up as if he sees a figure but when I look I see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been weeks now... There has been 5 attempts on 5 different candidates and running mates. Dragon, I and Vic seem to get there just in time to stop Hydra's plan but not in time to catch the sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard is helping Danny and has been investigating but all leads go from one dead end to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic is busy with another project and I have been busy baby sitting Tony as SHI. The Polls are now open and things are getting hectic as we race with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are certain Stark is the next target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So all I am saying is..  you are making a terrible mistake." Stark grins his armor peeking over his dress shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, "So I should vote for you? Sorry already voted for Jon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then you made two mistakes. I was actually talking about Dare Devil? come on.. dump him." He grinned widely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes, "Why so I can make a bigger mistake with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, Mistake? Who said I was a mistak... I dont think .." he rambled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held up my hand, "look DD and I have been through for ages now. I am seeing Wolverine if you must know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you have a animal fetish." he snickers as he places his hand on mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you have a death wish fetish bub!" SNIKT! it was Logan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Tony walk away and went to kiss Logan, "Thanks... " Logan turned and stiffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is here!" he yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned, "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Hydra canidate. Its a woman. I picked up the scent at all the scences. Housewife from the smell." He turns and points...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tony waves and enters to vote all watching him we see the red dot appear on his head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine goes after the woman and I go after Stark only to be blocked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't interfere with the voting ma 'am." A large man commands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tony, full armor!" I yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if by instinct he did right as the shot cried out but the bullet went elsewhere. I turned and saw Wolverine had caught the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as they carried a mother of 3 away... She had been in a car accident and exposed to Hydra's brainwashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That could have been Danny." I sighed&lt;br /&gt;Vic nodded at his friend, "She will get help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So is it over... " I was about to ask as the News stated ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's OVER, the Polls are closed, votes have been counted and we have a new president..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the new continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Question responded to my question, "that is the question." as he disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curled into Logan, "take me home and show me all that Lady D made me forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;News 22, " and  the New President is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-5512706832635513301?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/5512706832635513301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=5512706832635513301" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5512706832635513301?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5512706832635513301?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/zJEMPgy0jH4/conspiracy-6-and-votes-are-in-finale.html" title="Conspiracy 6: And the votes are in... (finale.... ?)" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SRGzYVf9BXI/AAAAAAAAAco/NiAAPlA5eTU/s72-c/megacard4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/11/conspiracy-6-and-votes-are-in-finale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFQ38-eyp7ImA9WxRRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-648126886219900166</id><published>2008-09-28T17:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:56:52.153-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-28T19:56:52.153-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the stark naked ball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assassins to kill the canidates" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hudson" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironma/tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon is shot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon" /><title>Conspiracy 5 -part B - From the darkness comes the twilight (Poster: Ana/SHI)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlgzvfbhpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/d8IR-sxduAk/s1600-h/yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlgzvfbhpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/d8IR-sxduAk/s200/yes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244829683087541906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I go to see Danny... It was nice to see him up and around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until I had in at home to ask him questions... Victor and I needed to know we got to him in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor and I had planned on attending this Charity Ball of Stark's... It was a prefect opportunity for our assassin to do his worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to hate it... Logan called me, "Ana... er, I mean Miss Ishikawa, I need to see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left the Gallery early...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in Logan began to speak and I placed a hand over his mouth, "Sage has been filling me in about Lady Death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me close and kissed me. I was surprised by this but gave to it... The hunger in his mouth....  I could feel he wanted me and I wanted him.. I could hear Vegeta smirking as he had spoke, "Logan don't you have a room?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He growled at the Sayian and we walked into another room. "I can't stay Logan, Someone is going to try to kill one or all of the candidates. Vic and I don't know and sadly I have to go to one of Stark's Balls..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Babe you will be needing this.." he motioned to several boxes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an evening gown and the accessories....  I smiled... "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lit a cigar, "I wish I could go but no reason you can't look like the billion dollars I know you will raise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he winked and left.... I began wondering what kind of Ball this was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed by Stark..... Victor Sage on my arm.... "Welcome, Wow you look.... Well soon you will know how your antiquates feel ..."&lt;br /&gt;He then grinned and welcomed the person behind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage and I looked around and I pointed... "Is that ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sky and her second... Yes he is running for Governor... " He got dead serious, "let's hope they are the target."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He excused his self while I did some schmoozing I think is the word... Just then Stark had ushers beckon us into the auditorium...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony took the stage, "Well... You know I didn't know so many would show.. Hey is that Bruce, man a lot of people here.... Okay first I have to apologize for the name... The Stark Naked Ball?  I told my PR guy that people are going to start thinking I am drinking again... but I am not... See the half way houses have been over whelmed by survivors of the latest hurricanes... 9 in two months have hit the South-eastern US and many have lost homes and sadly even lives..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for effect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I as a Presidential Candidate wanted to help and lend my support... I contacted the program director who told me he could speak to me because he had several naked people running around... Apparently these people lost even the cloths on their backs. So someone thought that with my family name it would be funny and could lighten the mood of such a terrible tragedy but I have to admit... it was in bad taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned, "not that I wouldn't want to see some of the women we will be auctioning off... Stark Naked.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room filled with laughter as I spit in my glass...  What!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First I would like to invite all the candidates not just for Presidency ..." he started to applaud as they walked up on stage, "let's hear a round of  applauds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped and shook each of the other candidates hands and then turned back, "No matter what Party any of us are in.. Our views ... etc...  We are all hear today for one purpose. To help our fellow man. I know each of the candidates want to say a little something about the tragedy and so forth so before I hand over the spotlight let me explain what we are doing.... No matter who you came with, if anyone at all you all have a chance to escort a lovely lady this evening  if you bid higher than anyone else... We are going to Auction off  our ladies but its more for show so Gentlemen try to be Gentlemen... Remember this is for charity and may the best men win.." he winks at Sky, "I know who I will be bidding on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then nodded behind him, "Now I will hand the mike off to Presidential Candidate  Jon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the question and he nods at me, "Nothing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-5-part-from-darkness-comes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *BANG!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-5-part-from-darkness-comes.html"&gt;I watched as Jon stepped back grabbing his chest and fell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn!" I yelled as Vic and I made way through the screaming panic....  Everyone pointed up to a balcony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Danny coming out a door marked exit.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Danny why are you here?" I shook him as I yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked stunned, "Didn't you get my call... I came so you didn't have to.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go home and don't leave!" I yelled again.&lt;br /&gt;As Victor raced to the stage where Jon was lying still on the floor, with me he stated, "Not a good idea Ana. that exit leads to the balconies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up SAGE! I know Danny he wouldn't have done it!" I get a long side him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon wasn't moving we were stopped before we could get too close but I heard Tony say that Xavier had used a mutant... that it wasn't Jon but a double...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Question pointed... "You talk to Xavier, I will check out the balcony..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with Xavier leaving, "Professor is Jon okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't Jon that was shot.. " he huffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "S&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-part-4-politics-on-crime.html"&gt;o Hudson gave him the message?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Message? what message? No... He couldn't be here and so I offered a double so he could do what he had to do and still seem to have a air of presences here." Xavier then left in the limo and I returned to find Sage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was speaking to the Question... "You are sure this isn't Tony Two and Sky?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could say yes but no not this time." He sighed, "they are also in danger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony got serious, "&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/09/term-politics-part-3-presidential.html"&gt;This Ball gave me a chance to get close to Sky. I have plans. I know her Achilles heel and how to get close enough to .... well I have plans this evening&lt;/a&gt;, so Fury and SHIELD will have to take over this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will call it in.." some rookie stated and Tony went off to try and catch Sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn last thing we need Vic is SHIELD getting this messed up.." I grumbled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, "It's worse... Ana, Danny's finger prints are all over the weapons. He says he was invited but there is no invite for him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in his face, "Danny didn't do this! He said he called me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we went to the Gallery but there was no message.... "Damn it Sage!!! Danny didn't do it... It was an expert shot he can't shoot like that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He could if he ... We better get to him before SHIELD or worse .... Hydra. They will have him commit suicide." Vic frowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I am racking up on favors that I owe the Question. As a favor because he isn't convinced either that Danny did it though he isnt convinced Danny didn't do it... He has agreed to get Danny somewhere safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-5-part-from-darkness-comes.html"&gt;and be sure to read Danny's POV below&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-648126886219900166?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/648126886219900166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=648126886219900166" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/648126886219900166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/648126886219900166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/EijKSqPv6Kk/conspiracy-5-part-b-from-darkness-comes.html" title="Conspiracy 5 -part B - From the darkness comes the twilight (Poster: Ana/SHI)" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlgzvfbhpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/d8IR-sxduAk/s72-c/yes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-5-part-b-from-darkness-comes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INSXk4fSp7ImA9WxRRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-924128031129722976</id><published>2008-09-28T16:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:46:38.735-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-28T19:46:38.735-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the stark naked ball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assassins to kill the canidates" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironma/tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon is shot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon" /><title>Conspiracy 5 -part A: From the darkness comes the twilight (Poster: Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SN_0JA3xc_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WsrcsGcdrU4/s1600-h/79b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SN_0JA3xc_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WsrcsGcdrU4/s200/79b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251184126227215346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in a Coma... A terrible nightmare I can not remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake to friends and my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see Miss Ishikawa but I didn't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Remmy?" As soon as I asked my mom burst out in tears and father stormed away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss smiled, "Danny we sent him to run that race he teamed with Jon's friend. At least he wasn't bugging the doctors and nurse about when you would wake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my Lover on that show, Miss Ishiakawa running the gallery, there was nothing for me to do but get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some bizarre questions, she left me at my pent house... It was good to be out of the Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an invite to a function... Seems Stark has arranged a Charity Ball to help cloth and feed some of the homeless... It's called The Stark Naked Ball... classy I am glad it specifies that it IS a black tie affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities, Politicians  and Presidential candidates will be there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he was nice enough to invite me, I guess I will be nice enough to attend. Besides Miss Ishiakawa hates him but the Gallery still needs a face of presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call and left her a message on the Gallery answer machine, that I would attend in her place so she didn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SN_0JqACJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VV4-1J9kPGI/s1600-h/tatsuha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SN_0JqACJ5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VV4-1J9kPGI/s200/tatsuha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251184137267718034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch people head up to the fancy party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see several Politicians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several Candidates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/09/term-politics-part-3-presidential.html"&gt;Tony Two&lt;/a&gt; (what a name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well a lot.... and of course &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09429728033991375019"&gt;Tony Stark&lt;/a&gt; standing next to Miss Danvers... I shake his hand, "Danny Baily, here on behalf of Oike Gallery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles nods and I follow the line in, while the others behind me shake his hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings... withheld? number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell I hate these calls... "Danny Bai....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.potw.org/archive/potw85.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look for me by moonlight;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Watch for me by moonlight;&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potw.org/archive/potw85.html"&gt;I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!&lt;/a&gt;.... click*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*BANG!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"...ily..." I turned, puzzeled that somewhere below me people were screaming and running around. I was on the balcony... alone. How did I get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left running down stairs...  "Presidential canidate Jon has been shot!!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Ana Ishikawa in a Ballroom gown and Victor Sage.... She stopped me, "Danny why are you here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned, "Didn't you get my call... I came so you didn't have to.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go home and don't leave!" She yelled at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused I did what she said while she and Victor raced to the stage where Jon was lying still on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-924128031129722976?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/924128031129722976/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=924128031129722976" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/924128031129722976?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/924128031129722976?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/iApAdOx7g30/conspiracy-5-part-from-darkness-comes.html" title="Conspiracy 5 -part A: From the darkness comes the twilight (Poster: Danny)" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SN_0JA3xc_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WsrcsGcdrU4/s72-c/79b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-5-part-from-darkness-comes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ASHY_eyp7ImA9WxRSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-3680499361554649548</id><published>2008-09-11T14:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:49:09.843-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-11T14:49:09.843-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assassins to kill the canidates" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="max daress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hudson" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironma/tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jon" /><title>conspiracy part 4: the Politics on Crime...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlf28jCImI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WIlD0j04tUc/s1600-h/37072-shiara_400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlf28jCImI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WIlD0j04tUc/s200/37072-shiara_400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244828638620295778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/hydra-candidate-case-exctraction.html"&gt;Cont from here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were returning after we uncovered Hydra's plan and handed them over to SHIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with the Outlaws again but not for long.. Once we were dropped off and wasn't hearing please and no repeated over and over from others I turned toward Victor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mentioned my death.. but.. I didn't die .. I .I er.. I.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlguy6VL0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/OxIaOs8IO9E/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlguy6VL0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/OxIaOs8IO9E/s200/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244829598106332994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You didn't trust me about the hospital but I was right. I think I have earned a little trust now.. For your own good Ana.. You died and Logan will suffer for his choice and that bitch Lady Death will win if you don't get back together. Now I know where to find Stark so I think we should see him first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my travel companion turned to a street I sighed, "Well for Stark I need to be SHI but I think Jon will talk to me faster if I go as Ana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated Stark, I hated SHIELD... During the Registry act they nearly exposed me as being SHI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you two want?" He glistened with sweat and I saw warbird sneaking from his office as Tony tried to draw our focus elsewhere. Vic was taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could help but wonder if the Question took them...&lt;br /&gt;for his..ughm ... conspiracy files...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are in danger... Hydra..." I didn't get the words out before Tony laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a little late and about a Million dollars shy girlie... We picked up Hydra agents and what ever their plan, its a bust.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waved and we were escorted out... "Arrogant Bastard!" I spat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor nodded, "I got photos of his entire staff. all working in his Campaign office. I will run some backgrounds.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned, "Oh is that what you were doing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you think I was doing getting nude shots of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06457910309939743000"&gt;Danvers&lt;/a&gt;?" He smiled back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to see Jon, But he wasn't in his campaign office... Seems he was &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-of-living-hipsters-part-x.html"&gt;elsewhere&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlgzvfbhpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/d8IR-sxduAk/s1600-h/yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlgzvfbhpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/d8IR-sxduAk/s200/yes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244829683087541906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hudson was there, and while he drooled all over me... I and Victor told him Jon needed to be warned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hydra? Is that a bug? I hate Bugs... You know what I hate worse than Bugs.. Bug Hunts...." The Marine shifted his fancy rifle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor grinned evilly and then his face went serious... stone serious.. The Question stated, "then don't use government issue sheets or blankets... They have been experimenting on bed bugs as a new form of silent soldier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"really?" Hudson gulped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what they do too tooth paste.. right?" He continued without cracking a smile...&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, "Look it is simple Hudson. Hydra agents have programmed someone or several someones to assassinate all the candidates. We got Hydra but have no clue as who has been programmed. It could be anyone. Jon is a primary target..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Hell you don't have to worry about Jon. I mean, I have his back... You see this," He lifted the rifle, "You know what this is? um Ana Ishi..wahi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groaned, "It's Ishikawa and I am a friend of SHI... Jon knows her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued as if he didn't hear me, "it's a phase-plasma pulse rifle... Yeah when those Hydrants or whatever assasins come..  I'll be ready, man, check it out. I am the ultimate badass! State of the badass art! You do NOT wanna frack with me. Check it out! Hey don't worry. I and Jon are ultimate badasses ! Check it out! Independently targeting particle beam phalanx. Vwap! Fry half a city with this puppy. We got tactical smart missiles, phase-plasma pulse rifles, RPGs, we got sonic electronic ball breakers! We got nukes, we got knives, sharp sticks.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor sighes, "and the goverment attached devices on those that attract large killer bugs.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slapped my head, "Look Hudson just give Jon the message.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked away my cell rang.. "It's Danny. He is awake! I am going to go and visit him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will run the background checks." ? quipped and then vanished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rode in the Taxi to see Danny I called  Mr..... er... Logan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Xavier. I am calling for Logan... really well tell him Ana Ishikawa called and he can call me back at this number.." Okay Question I will trust you and leave the ball in Logan's court...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-3680499361554649548?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/3680499361554649548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=3680499361554649548" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/3680499361554649548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/3680499361554649548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/_Wps6Rumq7U/conspiracy-part-4-politics-on-crime.html" title="conspiracy part 4: the Politics on Crime..." /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SMlf28jCImI/AAAAAAAAAUY/WIlD0j04tUc/s72-c/37072-shiara_400.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-part-4-politics-on-crime.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GQn0ycSp7ImA9WxdaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-8684633648479380839</id><published>2008-08-25T08:55:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:35:23.399-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-25T10:35:23.399-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="max daress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nurse Ana" /><title>conspiracy part 3 : Madame Question</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hH-wXWcPqgI/SKOZYRs-w4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Tj3DmyYlGqw/s1600-h/Paitry_nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 54px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hH-wXWcPqgI/SKOZYRs-w4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Tj3DmyYlGqw/s320/Paitry_nurse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/hydra-candidate-case-truth-is-out-there.html"&gt;cont from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vic saved me we began questioning the Dr. working for Hydra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I said dirty little secrets I meant what HYDRA's planning not the secret life of DR. Pathetic." Vic yelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLKtkIrD4-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/krpGQtuDbkw/s1600-h/index.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLKtkIrD4-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/krpGQtuDbkw/s200/index.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440152900297698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know much. The hospital provided the front for many operations.&lt;br /&gt;Doctors loyal to Hydra worked through out the hospital. He almost mentioned a name... "that is all I know! It's not my plan! It's her show! It's... "  He gurgled and them foamed at the mouth... The Question try to stop what was happening, but the Dr was dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, "A cleaver device, arsenide capsule that explode before a servant says to much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Vic drew his face into concentration and starred at me I went over the information we got from this bastard. He actually said a lot but I realized that Vic had practice and knew how to get as much in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emergency room: Here they monitored potential candidates. They were searching for certain backgrounds which would be helpful for certain areas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept an eye out for homeless men or women without families. People that wouldn't be missed. People who had healthy organs and the right blood type and could involuntarily be a donor. A donor for Hydra agents or corrupted government officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homeless that came in that didn't have family but also didn't reach a criteria that made them the perfect donor was sent to the mental ward. There experiments were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything from Bio warfare to just experimenting on a human to find a cure for balding, something that could help build the finance Hydra needed to build up their other projects.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK_L5pg5iI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZzB0gAsPQ9M/s1600-h/klklk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK_L5pg5iI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZzB0gAsPQ9M/s200/klklk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238459527759717922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what was happening in ICU where Danny laid in a coma. The coma was manufactured through the use of drugs. While in this coma Hydra could "condition" a sleeper. They wake from the coma and go about their life no one being the wiser not even when one day out of the blue the sleeper is awaken by Hydra.&lt;br /&gt;I study the photo of one woman who had recently brought to ICU...&lt;br /&gt;For these sleepers they needed the least likely candidate to be an assassin or other... Men or Women,   Like Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My god Danny! I don't care what his parents say we have to get him to a safe place!" I yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic nods, "I can pretend to be a Doctor and convince them to move him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who was her?" I pondered out loud only to get ? usual rhetoric..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is the question." He smiled looking me up and down, "I have a plan. You wear a size... ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK5hYQzusI/AAAAAAAAATI/9V5BxsuzUtU/s1600-h/mmirage1horn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK5hYQzusI/AAAAAAAAATI/9V5BxsuzUtU/s200/mmirage1horn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238453299685079746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful ... " I warned...  a few seconds later and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qestion dressed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you look perfect.." He smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes, "I look like a female version of the ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After careful consideration I was going into an underground Hydra cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK9yji0CtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0GijqVuODTo/s1600-h/hydra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK9yji0CtI/AAAAAAAAAT4/0GijqVuODTo/s200/hydra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238457992817674962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6p9WRtrI/AAAAAAAAATg/hLsz0e-nL9M/s1600-h/card_31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6p9WRtrI/AAAAAAAAATg/hLsz0e-nL9M/s200/card_31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238454546590709426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down the alley towar the docks, I listen to Vic in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me directions and instructions... I wasn't as familiar with Hydra as he was and one thing was clear.. Victor Sage had intimate carnal knowledge of the organization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Ana, I have you covered from all angles." He spoke softly while punch keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you can see me?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6psEIeDI/AAAAAAAAATY/CleRJ4FPCJs/s1600-h/madame3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6psEIeDI/AAAAAAAAATY/CleRJ4FPCJs/s200/madame3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238454541951203378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have several views of you and one .. well you can say very nice view." He was almost laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid it was just that well.. where was I suppose to put my sais or my Katana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6prZlXgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fWqDkcKAehs/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6prZlXgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fWqDkcKAehs/s200/cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238454541772742146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorta of naked.&lt;br /&gt;"When you go in act tough... " my comrade continued to coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"act? I am tough.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and took out one chump... "Did I say you could touch me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and sat down, as if I belonged there. "I hate waiting. Why transfer me to this cell and then have us wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6p3UK8AI/AAAAAAAAATo/7pbZgCWb_oY/s1600-h/madame_mirage_1_rocafort_cv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLK6p3UK8AI/AAAAAAAAATo/7pbZgCWb_oY/s200/madame_mirage_1_rocafort_cv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238454544971264002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fishing and several Hydra scum bags took the bait..&lt;br /&gt;One got me a drink while the rest surrounded me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We hate waiting too but the bitch says wait so we wait.." one chimed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tilted his head, "You know you kind of look like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLLA7lEZQ0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/pBqBaaiD0ns/s1600-h/2251243385_809680362f_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLLA7lEZQ0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/pBqBaaiD0ns/s200/2251243385_809680362f_o.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238461446380667714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_Hydra"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madame Hydra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" He grinned..." but your.. Asian right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like the bitch that has been snooping around!" I suddenly found myself in a fire fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer martial arts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions smoke appeared and together we cleaned up the cell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in his Van he study me... "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLLCj9c0IGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tdJx4mlzuFU/s1600-h/madame_hydra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SLLCj9c0IGI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tdJx4mlzuFU/s200/madame_hydra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238463239631937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got Danny moved..." he then grinned, "from a distance you do look like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madame Hydra? Who is she?" I inquired and got a newspaper clipping shoved in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gaw that green, the woman has no taste..." I spat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic grinned again, "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madame_Hydra#The_Bride_of_Wolverine"&gt;Well seems you two have some taste in common..&lt;/a&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what does that mean?" I turned sharply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nothing, here study her file and try to sound Hungarian.. You are going in..." he winked at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grimaced, "as... her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep..." he smiled, "but dont worry ...."&lt;br /&gt;okay I wasnt worried until he said don't worry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com"&gt;continued here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-8684633648479380839?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/8684633648479380839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=8684633648479380839" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/8684633648479380839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/8684633648479380839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/ADkT0dU8OJM/conspiracy-part-3-madame-question.html" title="conspiracy part 3 : Madame Question" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hH-wXWcPqgI/SKOZYRs-w4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Tj3DmyYlGqw/s72-c/Paitry_nurse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/08/conspiracy-part-3-madame-question.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFSH49fyp7ImA9WxdUGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-3606578966815248172</id><published>2008-08-04T08:54:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:36:59.067-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-04T09:36:59.067-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="max daress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nurse Ana" /><title>conspiracy part 2 : Putting on a Nurses uniform</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb_qPvVm8I/AAAAAAAAASo/kFoiEj-cJz4/s1600-h/nightnursedd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb_qPvVm8I/AAAAAAAAASo/kFoiEj-cJz4/s200/nightnursedd1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230649118482078658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I let myself be talk into this I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a Nurse's uniform wasn't hard, getting on the night-shift was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been here now for a week, getting pinched by patients and Doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/hydra-canidate-case-little-problem.html"&gt;I thought I had made a mistake especially after hearing Vic ramble like a madman&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a Doctor came to me and asked about a patient. I checked the room and it was empty, according to the computers the room was always empty.&lt;br /&gt;"Look I didn't just imagine that I treated a patient!" Max Daress yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name of patient?" I asked again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the last time, he was a john Doe! He came in with a strange hospital band but claimed he was here. I treated him and he was put in room 204. Now he is gone." The Dr was frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, there was no records of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb8jjfb0yI/AAAAAAAAASI/OKd589L_ky0/s1600-h/37072-shiara_400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb8jjfb0yI/AAAAAAAAASI/OKd589L_ky0/s200/37072-shiara_400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230645704990118690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that the files were dumped otherwise deleted in a way that made it look accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was in a dark room with a flashlight looking through files... The Hospital kept hard copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found tons of discrepancies. Missing patients, patients moved to the mental ward for no more than a broken wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began reading some stuff off to the Question, when the door swung open and the Head Administrator and chief medical Dr flipped on the light, "What are you doing here!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb-gvNE24I/AAAAAAAAASY/0me1EhF_tYw/s1600-h/225px-Nightnurse-marcosmartin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb-gvNE24I/AAAAAAAAASY/0me1EhF_tYw/s200/225px-Nightnurse-marcosmartin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230647855617989506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed hard, "Filing some papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the dark?" I twirled my hair and try to act like a ditsy girl, "It wouldn't come on, so yeah in the dark." I pointed at the light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pointed at the door for me to leave and so I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered, "So many questions but only one I want to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispered back, "got something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there something I can help you with Dr?" I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? continued to question me, "You're not alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJcAbzEK7tI/AAAAAAAAASw/TJ9CKp3woBU/s1600-h/2Dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJcAbzEK7tI/AAAAAAAAASw/TJ9CKp3woBU/s200/2Dr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230649969778290386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"OF course Dr... I would normally be glad to help but I was just called to Emergency, seems we have a wacko down there..." I announce loudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minute Vic is wearing some kind of disguise saying he is cheese whiz... again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Mr Cheese Whiz, let me give you something to help settle you down..." I acted as if I gave Vic a shot and then wheeled him into a private waiting room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped off the table, "What do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held up a paper, "Okay, so something is going on here. Patients going missing, some patients being sent to the mental ward for no reason and other patients going into a coma or dying for no reason. All the same Drs are involved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the paper, "I will run back ground checks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I need to know why these medicines would be given and what this medicine is..." I handed him a list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duroctratin? Never heard of this.." He scratched his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "They are giving it to Danny and several coma patients."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped out and Vic left... I decided to work a double shift. I was worried now about Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to speak with Dr Daress but I was told he didn't come in. After leaving my shift I went to his house. His bed wasn't slept in. He hadn't been home in days from the look of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my shift for 3 hours when a high government official came in for a kidney transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the break room, "Vic, there is several things that stink here. 2 nights a patient was here according to a Dr. but is now missing. He claimed he was here before but wore a strange band not the one normally given in this hospital. Now the Dr is missing. Get this, a well connected Senator needed a transplant we did not have one now... we have one. The patient that went missing was the same blood type. Someone is coming..."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb-gX2vIaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EotuZQCDUdI/s1600-h/scan0027_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb-gX2vIaI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EotuZQCDUdI/s200/scan0027_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230647849350275490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I past the 3 nurses and 2 doctors ... I decided to have a look at this mental ward... I had to sneak in... I found a man lying on the table, it was Dr Duress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr Duress. Max..." I tried to shake him awake then someone entered the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU AGAIN!" It was Dr West... in other words trouble....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb_pxfZODI/AAAAAAAAASg/O9-LHAaaHWY/s1600-h/nn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb_pxfZODI/AAAAAAAAASg/O9-LHAaaHWY/s200/nn3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230649110362142770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-3606578966815248172?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/3606578966815248172/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=3606578966815248172" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/3606578966815248172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/3606578966815248172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/UXK58pSxRHk/conspiracy-part-2-putting-on-nurses.html" title="conspiracy part 2 : Putting on a Nurses uniform" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SJb_qPvVm8I/AAAAAAAAASo/kFoiEj-cJz4/s72-c/nightnursedd1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/08/conspiracy-part-2-putting-on-nurses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMDR304fip7ImA9WxdVGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-2096901379002392523</id><published>2008-07-24T04:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T05:41:16.336-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T05:41:16.336-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dare devil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dentist" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost-shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="terra cotta warriors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>The Problem with Questions: conspiracy part 1</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Lady Death liked the cruelty of it all. Ana had no memory of their relationship. No one had except Logan. That was her first piece of cruelty leaving His memories of them being together, her scent and how she felt against his body at night intact.  Somehow Question also remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to her Cruelty, Lady Death left Logan as the head of the nightwatch at Ana's Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;So he got to see her during nights she worked late on those Statues, the terra cotta warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no memory of her death, to her he was an employee and didn't know she was SHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally Lady Death had Matt Murdock, a womanizing blind man who alter ego was known as Dare Devil put back in Ana's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan was force to watch as this other man picked Ana up. Wolverine remained silent watching, just as she had been with him, true and faithful she was with this other man but he could smell the many women on the man who had come calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mutant knew that Matt would hurt Ana, especially since his true feelings were always for Electra. Ana and the other women, they were toys for this jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Ana was upset, Logan was moving toward her to speak when Mr Murdock came calling. He over heard a conversation, an argument which ended with Ana stating, "I need some space, Matt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan knew it wouldn't last. She worked, visited Danny in the hospital and ran everything&lt;br /&gt;alone. He heard her tell Matt she had nightmares, she had nightmares of dying, fighting herself and then returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a part of her remembered her death and the fight but not Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she worked late Logan worked, when she didn't he had 5 nightmen on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he sat as he had done watching her through the windows. When she turned on the shower and began undressing he should have turned away. However he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched as the water ran down her body, remembering how it felt when his hands ran over her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he watched he saw from another window Matt enter her penthouse. "What is he doing there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively he he entered the living room window. Finally all his rage and frustration came out. He couldnt be with Ana and he was going to take it out on this Dare Devil]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SIhGf0GCYbI/AAAAAAAAASA/npihMiykJJ4/s1600-h/shijn2p1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SIhGf0GCYbI/AAAAAAAAASA/npihMiykJJ4/s200/shijn2p1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226504879937315250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a day. Matt and I broke up. I think. I told him I needed my space.&lt;br /&gt;You see what Happened was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Gallery working and Vic came in. Matt started, of all things accusing me of cheating. I asked him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/shi-ghost-case-closed-brand-new-day-i.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did the Question want?&lt;/a&gt; He claims Danny is in trouble. He claims that his coma isn't natural and the hospital is... Just what I need conspiracy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to assure him that Danny is in good hands not some soon to be Manchurian candidate.&lt;br /&gt;Matt returned later and we had a fight, I told him I needed space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like something isnt right with your life. Like something was off..  It is probably just the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SIhGf9M2h_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/XS72Qh72io4/s1600-h/newav36-20071118-154748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SIhGf9M2h_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/XS72Qh72io4/s200/newav36-20071118-154748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226504882381817842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it was quiet in New York. A few muggers but that was all. All I need is a nice hot bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I stepped under, I heard a ruckus. I wrapped a robe around me and went into my frontroom to find Matt fighting with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be a Mutant, looks familiar though... "Stop this!" I yell and realize that the man was the one I hired to handle security at the Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw this guy following you home. Then I saw him sneaking into your home." He was a good Security officer and I was flattered that he was protecting me but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't hire you as a body guard. You are suppose to watch over the Gallery... not me!" I said a bit more harsh than I meant, it was fear... Did he see me leave as SHI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and you!" I turned to Matt, "get out and don't come back! It's over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both men stormed out and I fell into a chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be to hard on Logan, he is having a rough time. It isnt easy when the woman you love doesnt remember you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Victor Sage. He told me that the nightmares were flashes of truth. I died and Lady Death and the Mutant Logan... He told me everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including the fact that I was with Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too much to take in in one night so I retired to my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke, I woke in pain. I had broke a crown last night fighting as SHI and it was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to work but finally called and made a Dentist appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan walked in, "I er.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flashed him a look nervously, "I need to go to the Dentist could you keep an eye on the gallery when I am gone. We aren't open to public today I just need someone here to watch the deliveries that are coming from Miss Croft. the trucks are never careful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he nodded... As Dr Hund prepared to give me a shot of Novocain smoke flourished the room and a masked man entered punch the Dr unconscious and then dragging me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were in the alley I sighed, "Vic what are you doing? why did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dentist are all working for the government to plant bugs in us. That is what those fillings are. SHIELD created them to help keep tabs on heroes and suddenly all the heroes alt egos have needed fillings by these dentist.." says ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let our a sigh and frustrated breath as I shake my head, "You are just being paranoid... dentist I agree like pain but.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argued, gave me a lecture on Conspiracies...&lt;br /&gt;I held my hand up in surrender, "Last night stopping a mugging,  I broke my tooth. It hurts when I drink something hot or eat something cold and  it hurts all the time... I have to have it filled.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Vic smiles, "Then let me do it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grumble, "You are not a Dentist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vic laughs proudly,  "You would be surprised what I learned to do for myself to keep them from getting their hooks into me.. At least let me take you to someone I trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I throw up my hands in surrender. "Fine, but what is next? Will you run in on me during my GYN appointment next week?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifts a finger as if he was going to say something about GYN conspiracy and I glared at him, "Vic, I dont want to know. I mean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listening to him run on and on I have agreed to help him investigate the hospital. I am going in posing as a nurse. I really doubt this hospital is trying to create an assassin to kill the presidential candidates, killing people to sell their organs to the rich or the military, or experimenting on humans for bio weapons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-2096901379002392523?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/2096901379002392523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=2096901379002392523" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/2096901379002392523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/2096901379002392523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/Ny15mFG1gmA/problem-with-question-s-conspiracy-part.html" title="The Problem with Question&lt;strike&gt;s&lt;/strike&gt;: conspiracy part 1" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SIhGf0GCYbI/AAAAAAAAASA/npihMiykJJ4/s72-c/shijn2p1b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/07/problem-with-question-s-conspiracy-part.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYGQXo7fSp7ImA9WxdVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-8700263964922526417</id><published>2008-07-15T09:47:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:02:00.405-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-15T11:02:00.405-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the trap-lady D-logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LD's trap" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Shi's ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>the Kiss of death finale</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/07/round-2.html"&gt;continued from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyrxVZ4o_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/PkVT9ZucweM/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyrxVZ4o_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/PkVT9ZucweM/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223238531890586610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mistress screamed, " “You think you're clever Runt. Even if you somehow win you'll lose ... Round 3...  fight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana as the mutant called her was using magic. However My mistress gave me protection against it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time she used it her pathetic magic fizzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the flaming hell." Logan yelled and then a warning, "Ana look out.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was beating his girlfriend, he called to his friend. "SOME help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is cheating!" The mindless and faceless man stated curtly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked his beloved Ana to him knocking the three of them down like pins. As he stood wiping the blood from her face he responded, "no shit. Should have know the Lady Death would cheat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was whispering in the wrenches' ear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the botch came back for more... "END this now!" my mistress called...&lt;br /&gt;So I raised my Katanas to stab her through her back as she laid crying at my boots. Just then The Questioned warned me, "She is grabbing your dagger from your boot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to switch to defensive, Ana had grabbed my dagger from my boot if the faceless idiot hadn't warned me she would have stabbed me and won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked the dagger from her hand as I saw Logan grab the Question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we win, Ana dies... " He choked out and Logan dropped her... "She can not live with out SHI."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then looked to me... "You may be a servant of Lady Death but SHI is a warrior of trusth, honor and justice. Your Mistress Cheated after saying... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began mimicking the voices as he recited the conversation of earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My mistress' voice, "RULES! we must have rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan's voice, "Will you abide by your own rules?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHywzY_2knI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wVBZ-S0v6zM/s1600-h/Chandriaarmor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHywzY_2knI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wVBZ-S0v6zM/s200/Chandriaarmor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223244064773018226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mistress' voice, "Of course."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me, "SHI what was the rules?"&lt;br /&gt;"ENOUGH OF THIS!" My mistress bellowed but something in me was stirring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;the rules as she stated echoed, "You can not interfere, Only coach. Once started the fight can not be stopped.... You have 3 time outs and that is it... Begin!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Lady Death bellowed, "ENOUGH !!! Kill her so I can take my claim on Logan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ana as I heard a heart beating and echoing in my ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistress began walking toward Logan, "I have won. Ana is dying. I will have you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she moved toward the mutant Ana stood to face and challenge Lady Death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyyT0VWIDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kqmoiJfmfkc/s1600-h/ldpan1pw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyyT0VWIDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kqmoiJfmfkc/s200/ldpan1pw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223245721378365490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't have him!" She spat as Lady Death ran a blade through her... I felt the pierce of the blade as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyyvrEZ-vI/AAAAAAAAARA/RpwTj2OWIJk/s1600-h/ladydeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyyvrEZ-vI/AAAAAAAAARA/RpwTj2OWIJk/s200/ladydeath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246199927732978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed.."Logan darling. I have won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you?" both men chimed and I drew my sword at Lady Death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you challenge me!" She yells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stretched out my sword to her throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fool you can not defeat me.. Now obey me.." She held a half heart up and I stepped back then stood up straight   as memories flood into me and Ana's body disappeared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyzPAooi9I/AAAAAAAAARY/KnePmrk3J98/s1600-h/06_13_07_55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyzPAooi9I/AAAAAAAAARY/KnePmrk3J98/s200/06_13_07_55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246738292771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SHi and I was Ana.. I looked toward my love.. "Logan.. what is happening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOO!!!!" Lady Death screamed and then attacked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyyv8gTsjI/AAAAAAAAARI/mNV7zKVWaSQ/s1600-h/LadyDeath-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyyv8gTsjI/AAAAAAAAARI/mNV7zKVWaSQ/s200/LadyDeath-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246204608164402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You enslaved me!" I yelled as I matched her swordsmanship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was my right! If that fool hadn't sent half your heart to Logan I would have been in complete control!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry... It didn't matter if I died because I was already dead. What did matter is that I couldn't allow her to enslave Logan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyzO2By2FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QgnPAkoynHM/s1600-h/ldshi0pg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyzO2By2FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/QgnPAkoynHM/s200/ldshi0pg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223246735445514322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I became enraged... Berserk with madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan stop her!" I recognized the voice of an old friend, "If she kills Lady Death. Lady Death can't repair the heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make out what being said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that Logan grabbed me and before I realized it was him I had thrust  my sword in his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let it go, "Logan, Oh I am so sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled it from him and growled, "I won! Now repair the heart and restore Ana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Death stood, "Very well, If you are willing to pay the price..."&lt;br /&gt;Question steps forward, "You said that earlier.. What price.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mumbled questioningly but was hushed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with a wave of her hand Lady Death appeared no longer battered and completely healed. She spoke with triumph, "For her to live again, you must sacrifice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" I yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD continued, "her memories of you and all you had together..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swayed to Logan running her spiny fingers into his hair, "She will not remember what you had, no one will but you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, "No Logan.. Let me die.. Leave me with my memories of you, of us.. What we had.. I know it is over and you want nothing to do with me anymore but please leave me my memories... Logan.. Pleas....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHy4d1Ru_II/AAAAAAAAARg/GBxbiOoDc-A/s1600-h/160759-spider-woman_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHy4d1Ru_II/AAAAAAAAARg/GBxbiOoDc-A/s200/160759-spider-woman_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252490500111490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ma 'am? Ma 'am...." A waitress asked me if I was alright. I was sitting having some coffee...&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh yes, I stopped in for some breakfast before going to check on Danny. He was in a coma... I was foolish and went after a murder, he nearly killed me. They thought I was dead but it wasnt me, it was a girl. She was so mutilated they couldnt tell it was me. They still dont know who she was, they may never know. When they found me a few days ago they told me that the murder had attacked Danny and he was in a coma. The Murder is dead, a vigilante and me... I feel as if I have lost something most valuable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rose and Matt walked in, "Come dead.. I will walk you to the Hospital.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took his arm, Why did I ever go back with him. I know he is cheating but who else is there for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile on a building top looking down...&lt;br /&gt;Logan growls at the scene... in a flash he is with Lady Death in her place...&lt;br /&gt;"You know you still can join me.." She purrs..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHy7lkBmuWI/AAAAAAAAARo/X-woxpR-0Uw/s1600-h/ldmw5cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHy7lkBmuWI/AAAAAAAAARo/X-woxpR-0Uw/s200/ldmw5cap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255921842895202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spits, "You said she wouldn't remember me, us ... you say nothing about rekindling her thing with Matt loose Murdock!"&lt;br /&gt;She laughs, "Keeps you from rekindling ... what ever you had. Besides I thought you would be happy, after all wasnt it you who said it was best if you were alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wave of her hand Logan was back to observing the two... He could smell and sense Ana wasn't happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It just isnt right.. The two of them are such an odd ball.." It was the faceless mask as Logan turned to him he posed a question, "Will you start over or rebuild new memories for her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You remember but how.." Logan asked and the other man just smiled, "that is the question..."]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-8700263964922526417?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/8700263964922526417/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=8700263964922526417" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/8700263964922526417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/8700263964922526417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/L7PkOSn-QK0/kiss-of-death-finale.html" title="the Kiss of death finale" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SHyrxVZ4o_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/PkVT9ZucweM/s72-c/6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss-of-death-finale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDRX86fSp7ImA9WxdWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-6931104564971171346</id><published>2008-07-04T03:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T04:12:54.115-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-04T04:12:54.115-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the trap-lady D-logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Shi's ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>Double Post: The Kiss of Death part 2 (Shi) The Yorker Candidate part 1 (Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a name="shi"&gt;*&lt;/a&gt;The Kiss of Death part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/shi-ghost-case-heart-of-problem.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/07/x-23-wolverine-double-post.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3Q8zdHp5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/JTWoqs7TDsM/s1600-h/ldpinupsbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3Q8zdHp5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/JTWoqs7TDsM/s200/ldpinupsbag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219057286215346066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come now Logan..." My Mistress purred, "Isn't this what you want.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as my Mistress tried to persuade the mutant to join us. He watched for a while, even licked his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sniffed the air and Lady Death smiled, "Yes, you can smell her and me. Our scents mingling... Come join us... Have her any way you want her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3SA4HpmVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wN1XJZ52Q8A/s1600-h/ld07swplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3SA4HpmVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wN1XJZ52Q8A/s200/ld07swplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219058455698577746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wavered but then stood his ground, stretching to see me with entering my Mistress trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't we have fun in our day?" My Mistress purred again...  I sat up and looked at the mutant... He looked in my eyes and I for one brief second felt something I couldn't explain, then I stiffened. What was felt before gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I felt nothing but the desire to do my Mistress' bidding.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3UUmLGtbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pHhsXNxw9QA/s1600-h/ladydeathcolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3UUmLGtbI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pHhsXNxw9QA/s200/ladydeathcolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060993501869490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no way I'm forcin' Ana to do somethin' against her will sicko! Get ready to go to Throwdown City ya bitch!" he popped his claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sprang up to defend her but in a flash we were in an arena. Lady Death was angry, "Fool!"&lt;br /&gt;She sat in her chair and regained her seductive cat like manner, "this is my domain. If there is to be a fight, I will name it. It was you who broke her heart, why do you care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3UZPrp3HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i60z3ZPkyeA/s1600-h/aug073437h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3UZPrp3HI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i60z3ZPkyeA/s200/aug073437h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219061073363721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could speak my mistress spoke sharply, "If you fight, your precious Ana is lost forever. I have half her heart." She held up a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and summoned me into the center of  her arena, "I have the SHI half." She then glared pointing a pointed finger in a shadow exposing someone she called the Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have the other half, the Ana half. So let's fight for the other half... MY WARRIOR AGAINST YOURS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a flash I felt dizzy and then the heart halves glowed and I was ripped in two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3V7HGBavI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YQ5ZWBQ9R-E/s1600-h/JettaShismall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3V7HGBavI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YQ5ZWBQ9R-E/s200/JettaShismall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219062754685577970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt stronger, the thoughts and feelings that had weakened me before gone.... I was SHI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in Gold and black stumbled toward the mutant... "ANA!" He yelled catching her as she fell.  "Logan.." a weak pathetic voice whispered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistress spoke again, "RULES! we must have rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted his held with a snarl, "Will you abide by your own rules?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed, "Of course. Winner gets the other half of the heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question interrupts her, "If Logan wins, he gets the heart restored and put back where it belongs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sneered, "and what do I get if I win?" She then looked at Logan with a playfulness... The look of someone wanting to own another for their own pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose and the frail voice on the ground spoke again, "Logan no don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have always had a thing for playing games with me. If I loose you will get me as your willing slave.." he spat on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pleased my mistress, "Okay, if .... ANA," she emphasis the name, "wins then you get your request granted but at a price. If Shi wins I get the heart and you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then began explaining the rules, "You can not interfere, Only coach. Once started the fight can not be stopped.... You have 3 time outs and that is it...  Begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ready for my fight.... as that faceless weirdo and Logan screamed out, "What price !!! wait..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was too late, the match had started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began using my skills on this weakling.. First ripping the katana out of her hand and using the two to slice her pretty face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight wouldn't last a minute... Logan called his first time out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Question nursed her wounds they whispered... I paced back and forth waiting for the time out to be over... My mistress watching over me proudly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana, what is wrong? Fight! I have seen you fight.." Logan Whispered&lt;br /&gt;The Question shakes his head, "No Logan you have seen SHI fight... Ana may have learned to fight but she used SHI to keep her identity safe. SHI has all her skills in fighting, Ana is a art dealer. Shi is death and Ana is love."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear what was said but became sickened when that mutant kissed the woman I was to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Death smiled, "Let the match begin again!"&lt;br /&gt;tbc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="danny"&gt;**&lt;/a&gt;The Yorker Candidate part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in a New York Hospital, a man lays in a coma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny fights but knows they are filling his body with drugs and his mind wish things.. What is real&lt;br /&gt;What is not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening in this hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer before he is not himself anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;tbc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-6931104564971171346?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/6931104564971171346/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=6931104564971171346" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/6931104564971171346?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/6931104564971171346?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/g5_rNKYow_s/double-post-kiss-of-death-part-2-shi.html" title="Double Post: The Kiss of Death part 2 (Shi) The Yorker Candidate part 1 (Danny)" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SG3Q8zdHp5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/JTWoqs7TDsM/s72-c/ldpinupsbag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/07/double-post-kiss-of-death-part-2-shi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNSHo-fip7ImA9WxdRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-5366047550655912629</id><published>2008-06-03T06:42:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:56:39.456-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-03T07:56:39.456-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the trap-lady D-logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Shi's ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>the Kiss of death part 1</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-on-earth.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;continued from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUhTYiSo0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QNwK2yjZlZ0/s1600-h/05_03_06_65.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUhTYiSo0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QNwK2yjZlZ0/s1600-h/05_03_06_65.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUhTYiSo0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QNwK2yjZlZ0/s200/05_03_06_65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207605161011356482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In her tower Lady Death watches and listens to &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-on-earth.html"&gt;? and Logan talk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now I have a Question for you you’ve seen SHI haven't you?" as the question presents his question Lady comments to herself slightly under her breath, "of course he has fool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan nodds, "Yeah now what's the next move?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That is the Question." Logan rolled his eyes when the other man gave his trademark response and then growled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is going on?" He glared at the other man...  "I have done a little research thanks to a tip from Danny," he paused, "who by the way is in a mysterious coma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have time for you theories I just want to know about Ana!" Logan became agitated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have her heart?" As he asks Wolverine snarls...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUtsoiSo5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vK1ag4zZ16w/s1600-h/aug073437h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUtsoiSo5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/vK1ag4zZ16w/s200/aug073437h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207618788942586770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That sick bastard sent half of it to me... I was going to have it cremated and.." Logan stopped mid-sentence, "Why?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we can bring Ana back... Ever heard of Lady Death..." Vic questioned and Logan let out but another snarl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage continued, "Lady Death rezzed Ana but only as SHI, she exist now in a half life,  a ghost but if her heart is returned to her whole and Lady Death mends it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Death laughs, "As if I would.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan snaps at Vic, "But the Hussy won't.. You don't know the bitch! She likes to play mind games!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Death cackled, " and my favorite pawn has always been you Logan."&lt;br /&gt;Logan spat, "she can swing good or bad depending on her mood and is a true bitch and pain in the ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighs, "but for Ana..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do we get to Lady Death?" the Question inquired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan laughed as he sharpened his claws on a brick, "she prob watching us now.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Death opened a portal and then whispered into the glowing orb, "come Logan...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUqSYiSo1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/FIcWB9FLT4w/s1600-h/ldpinupsbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUqSYiSo1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/FIcWB9FLT4w/s200/ldpinupsbag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207615039436137298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am waiting..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan stepped through, ? tried but wasn't able to pass... ? looked at the stones where Wolverine sharpened his claws and saw a message, "be careful, Lady Bitch has eyes everywhere. Find Ana's heart, the half I got and keep it safe. I will deal with ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Logan appeared Lady Death slinked toward him, "hey lover.. Ready for some fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUrwoiSo2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/NVNAGJ7cKsA/s1600-h/ldspcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUrwoiSo2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/NVNAGJ7cKsA/s200/ldspcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207616658638807906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mistress summoned me... When I walked in I heard a rough voice... "Ana!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Death put her hand on my shoulder, "Is this who you are looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He popped out claws and I took a defensive stance to defend my Mistress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan if you want Ana, I will giver her to you.. In ways you have never had her before.. Just give me the other half of the heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" Logan stated angrily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could make it worth your wild... " She purred in my ear, "SHI my great warrior, Kiss me.."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUs5YiSo3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/HOR4A7obNQI/s1600-h/June2006_LadyDeathPurgatori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUs5YiSo3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/HOR4A7obNQI/s200/June2006_LadyDeathPurgatori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207617908474291058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed, "As you wish my Mistress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her  on the mouth..  "With more feeling.." she asked, so I kissed her again she slide her tongue in my mouth and  after a moment pulled me away. As she undressed me, "You could join us Logan.. All I need is the other half of her heart.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUtAIiSo4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/hwCOaPkrtAI/s1600-h/aladydeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUtAIiSo4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/hwCOaPkrtAI/s200/aladydeath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207618024438408066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had me kiss her again taking my hands and guiding them over her large breasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You tongue..lick.. " she commanded as she lowered my head to her nipple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed as she looked at Logan, "Why watch Logan when you can join in... Give me the heart and you can have SHI any time your body yearns for her... You want to see her with another woman, other women.. I can command her to do anything you want.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrapped her fingers around strands of my hair and pressed down-ward on my head... Moving lower I kissed her bare belly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man moved forward but a barrier kept him separated from us, he couldn't enter where we was.. "Give me the other half of her heart first.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to push my head as she wrapped her legs around my neck and shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She commanded and I her devout servant obeyed as she waited for this mutant to give to her demands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-5366047550655912629?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/5366047550655912629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=5366047550655912629" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5366047550655912629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5366047550655912629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/sn9chtweNHM/kiss-of-death-part-1.html" title="the Kiss of death part 1" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SEUhTYiSo0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/QNwK2yjZlZ0/s72-c/05_03_06_65.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-of-death-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEERnkzfSp7ImA9WxdSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-6649007343382756168</id><published>2008-05-25T09:15:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:50:07.785-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-25T11:50:07.785-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="10th muse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LD's trap" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost-shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystic abilities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a jar-brain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Shi's ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>Howling Past</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlpKKu1dwI/AAAAAAAAANo/Vmw5VRbQNCc/s1600-h/by_Tom_Derenick_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlpKKu1dwI/AAAAAAAAANo/Vmw5VRbQNCc/s200/by_Tom_Derenick_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204306467803723522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was being chased by a strange man with no face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called  through the alley, "ANA! Ana STOP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was this Ana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he called again, "SHI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to him and the portal shifted next to me. It was my mistress summoning me... I entered and vanished from the man's sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearing before my Mistress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have done well mighty warrior." She tells me "We need you again. There is a woman who thinks she can escape my judgment. She is currently on board a Shia'r ship. She has some personal guards you will have to deal with but that is all... These bird people will be distracted by... &lt;a href="http://nemonok.blogspot.com/2008/05/slight-hitch-in-my-plans.html"&gt;A Jar Brain..&lt;/a&gt;." She laughs... "I will teleport you there.. Kill the woman and return without delay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlonKu1duI/AAAAAAAAANY/LwAharAg134/s1600-h/ladydeathtitle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlonKu1duI/AAAAAAAAANY/LwAharAg134/s200/ladydeathtitle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204305866508302050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waved her hand and I could hear a ruckus on the ship.. I looked around where I was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlqwqu1dxI/AAAAAAAAANw/5pwtnQw83S8/s1600-h/SHI_by_Smokey41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlqwqu1dxI/AAAAAAAAANw/5pwtnQw83S8/s200/SHI_by_Smokey41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204308228740314898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't let myself be drawn into the ships fight with the jar-brain. I was here strictly for the ships passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched the Ship for my target...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked through walls searching rooms and dark cargo holds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed a man that froze as I entered from one wall, passed the corridor and left through the opposite wall... I could hear a brief conversation, "What is it &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2008/05/xaviers-brain-is-missing.html"&gt;Jon&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I just saw &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/04/ghostly-light-shall-appear-and-ye-shall.html"&gt;a ghost&lt;/a&gt;." He replied to &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/witches-bitches.html"&gt;the man&lt;/a&gt; he was with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I found her... She had 1 personal guard with her. The others were not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlvWau1dzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tGXCnq6uhcs/s1600-h/10muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlvWau1dzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/tGXCnq6uhcs/s200/10muse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204313275326887730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glared at me, "Do you know who&lt;a href="http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/10thmuse.htm"&gt; I am&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDltaqu1dyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ec36gHY_DOY/s1600-h/10th_Muse_vs_SHI_by_BLUEWATERPROD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDltaqu1dyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ec36gHY_DOY/s200/10th_Muse_vs_SHI_by_BLUEWATERPROD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204311149318076194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It doesn't matter who you are, only what my Mistress Commands and she commands that your time has come ." I tell her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her guard attacks me but a quick thrust down with my Katana leaves him lying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you do Lady Death's bidding? My father will have her and Hades head.." She screams as she fights me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one can cheat death, not even a Demi god.." I yell as I cross swords with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlwpau1d1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qYvTwKu-uJU/s1600-h/pan_box_half_adrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlwpau1d1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qYvTwKu-uJU/s200/pan_box_half_adrian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204314701256030034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my mystic abilities I summoned creatures to help my fight when her other guards entered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her second guard came at me I faded and her spear went through my target... I reappeared and killed the guard and prepared to behead the demi-goddess as had been commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlxs6u1d2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/iZf8XgL2sOI/s1600-h/tucci-shi-wolverine-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlxs6u1d2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/iZf8XgL2sOI/s200/tucci-shi-wolverine-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204315860897199970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fight had alerted others, &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-some-action.html"&gt;namely a mutant&lt;/a&gt; who tried to stop me from beheading the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped in mid battle, "Ana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlyPKu1d3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/EuYKwMIuQSg/s1600-h/wolverine_shi_cover_regular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlyPKu1d3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/EuYKwMIuQSg/s200/wolverine_shi_cover_regular.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204316449307719538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was that name again... He stood between me and the body... I began fighting him... he did  not fight back.. His lost, I was sure Lady Death would not mind another servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew my weapon. "Do it Darlin'." He whispered very gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to will myself to bring the  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tant%C5%8D" title="Tantō"&gt;Tantō&lt;/a&gt;, down but I couldn't... I rose, it was as if I knew him... but from where I couldn't say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana stop.." he begged as I severed the head of the girl with my Katana... "Ana what is wrong with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDl0aqu1d5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/nBBMG9bp098/s1600-h/series_10_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDl0aqu1d5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/nBBMG9bp098/s200/series_10_d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204318845899470738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the head and began to return to my portal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  glanced back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest hurt, I wanted to turn and walk to him...  "that's it darlin' come to me..." He beckoned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDl1W6u1d8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2p3lj93S6BA/s1600-h/ju-nen02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDl1W6u1d8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/2p3lj93S6BA/s200/ju-nen02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204319880986589122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly turned to him and Then I felt my mistress power pulling my ghostly body back to her through the portal... The mutant screamed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"ANA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDl1O6u1d7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1a4PLr4OcRY/s1600-h/wolverine_shi_cover_alternate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDl1O6u1d7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/1a4PLr4OcRY/s200/wolverine_shi_cover_alternate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204319743547635634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlou6u1dvI/AAAAAAAAANg/tNl44Y5foxo/s1600-h/LadyDeathBannerNew2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlou6u1dvI/AAAAAAAAANg/tNl44Y5foxo/s200/LadyDeathBannerNew2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204305999652288242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What took you so long slave?" She asked as the ship disappeared and all that had occurred that I thought was familiar faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlzmqu1d4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8MkUDLrl2Ac/s1600-h/large_pppreviewAdrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlzmqu1d4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8MkUDLrl2Ac/s200/large_pppreviewAdrian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204317952546273154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I answered, "Nothing, My mistress.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought her the head and continued, "Will this not anger Zeus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "It wasn't Zeus daughter I wanted, I was just setting up a trap. I will return the Muse of Justice to life... Now my brave Warrior slave we must prepare... Soon we will have a very special visitor.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-6649007343382756168?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/6649007343382756168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=6649007343382756168" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/6649007343382756168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/6649007343382756168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/4kbfyA_eEWM/howling-past.html" title="Howling Past" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SDlpKKu1dwI/AAAAAAAAANo/Vmw5VRbQNCc/s72-c/by_Tom_Derenick_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/05/howling-past.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IMQ3k-fyp7ImA9WxdTGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-63652813749391150</id><published>2008-05-15T06:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:06:22.757-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-15T07:06:22.757-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coma (danny)" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital conspiracy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost-shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>in and out of the light (Guest Poster: Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SCwXfl6vyYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YDDm3oxoV1o/s1600-h/79b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SCwXfl6vyYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YDDm3oxoV1o/s200/79b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200557501227977090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ana was murdered, I had went to hear her WILL read but Rishou came for Laura and attacked me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky that I am not dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am in a coma.. Laura had me shipped back home, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure of anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a light and for brief moments I feel as I am in a hospital &lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/rishou-case-closed.html"&gt;taking to people&lt;/a&gt;. Then I know I am back in the coma for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the moments I think I am talking to someone is part of this Coma but sometimes it feels so real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when you are in a coma you get a glimpse of death I suppose that is how I learned about Ana's fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the ? or did I imagine it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I have been in this coma too long and coming out my brief moments of slipping back in to consciousness are becoming harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know this is not natural.. It is the nurse.. ... the needles... Soon I will be trapped in this coma... until I die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-63652813749391150?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/63652813749391150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=63652813749391150" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/63652813749391150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/63652813749391150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/u_FCqwy3lZA/in-and-out-of-light-guest-poster-danny.html" title="in and out of the light (Guest Poster: Danny)" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SCwXfl6vyYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YDDm3oxoV1o/s72-c/79b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-and-out-of-light-guest-poster-danny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NSHw7eCp7ImA9WxdTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-1985440114865975682</id><published>2008-05-08T12:29:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:21:39.200-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-08T14:21:39.200-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ninjas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bukiko" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Laura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="triads" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Shi's ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>Poster: SHI's ghost: Facing a Killer</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCMvf4qVfRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ysUoWz8pbms/s1600-h/ldsp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCMvf4qVfRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ysUoWz8pbms/s200/ldsp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198050619748089106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My master wished for me to go after some Politicians and their Triad connections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was moving to locate my targets I see a face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am flooded by memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nightmare of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCMv_YqVfSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hAELajrQuIE/s1600-h/EvilErniePANEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCMv_YqVfSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hAELajrQuIE/s200/EvilErniePANEL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198051160913968418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY DEATH! MURDERED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A name bubbled up.. Rishou.... My mistress would be angry but I needed to kill this once faceless cretin...&lt;br /&gt;As I was tracking him I saw a true faceless man... for a brief second I thought I knew him and said a name but then it was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCM9MYqVfTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PiVG_Pf0lpo/s1600-h/deadking3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCM9MYqVfTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PiVG_Pf0lpo/s200/deadking3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198065677903428914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found Rishou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was no longer human like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bellowed at my sight, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I killed you! I still have half your heart and I sent your other half to your boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"boyfriend? I have no such thing. I am SHI, a servant to Lady Death." I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No wonder I haven't been granted my godhood... but no worries, I killed you once I shall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNA-IqVfUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MZ5O08x5bG8/s1600-h/ernie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNA-IqVfUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MZ5O08x5bG8/s200/ernie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198069831136804162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You .... again!" he screams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/05/rishou-goes-ta-throwdown-city.html"&gt;I wasted no time in chopping his head off&lt;/a&gt;.. I then leave to do my Mistress' bidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in search of the ones I am to kill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNBtYqVfVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/klkpLpb_pg8/s1600-h/ladydth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNBtYqVfVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/klkpLpb_pg8/s200/ladydth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198070642885623122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The souls I am to send to my Mistress.. When she appears, "SHI, you were not told to kill Rishou!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow, "I am sorry Mistress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smirks, "but you did well... Now I can collect something he has that I need to keep safe. I do not wish to loose my servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow in silence and she continues...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNChoqVfWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4OO46M1dIys/s1600-h/luna2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNChoqVfWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4OO46M1dIys/s200/luna2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198071540533788002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now kill Bukiko!" her command was stern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Immediately my mistress." I bow again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNC-IqVfXI/AAAAAAAAANA/OnF0gjtzC3I/s1600-h/ldspcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCNC-IqVfXI/AAAAAAAAANA/OnF0gjtzC3I/s200/ldspcom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198072030160059762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave in search of my quarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouldn't be hard to fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me  a while but Bukiko was in a meeting with the Triads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninjas were placed all around to watch the meeting, I would have to take them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCND4oqVfYI/AAAAAAAAANI/3JDeXCMrZ2M/s1600-h/ldshi0pg2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCND4oqVfYI/AAAAAAAAANI/3JDeXCMrZ2M/s200/ldshi0pg2-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198073035182407042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that it would be a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCND5IqVfZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2eCpVKJ3fkA/s1600-h/ldshi0pg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCND5IqVfZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2eCpVKJ3fkA/s200/ldshi0pg4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198073043772341650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because it isn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Elsewhere Laura sits over Danny who still lays in a coma... She jumps when he comes conscience for a brief moment and speaks, "Ana, save Ana. Her Heart must be restored.. " He slips back into a coma&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-1985440114865975682?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/1985440114865975682/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=1985440114865975682" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/1985440114865975682?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/1985440114865975682?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/2apq6jxfHVI/poster-shis-ghost-facing-killer.html" title="Poster: SHI's ghost: &lt;b&gt;Facing &lt;/b&gt;a Killer" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SCMvf4qVfRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ysUoWz8pbms/s72-c/ldsp.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/05/poster-shis-ghost-facing-killer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCRnY9eip7ImA9WxZaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-8434755601907542085</id><published>2008-04-29T05:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:02:47.862-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T06:02:47.862-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost-shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady death" /><title>A Ghostly light shall appear and ye shall live but not have life</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SBbxumsiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/kDpsHFJGhlA/s1600-h/evolutn_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SBbxumsiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/kDpsHFJGhlA/s200/evolutn_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194605003182064594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I woke and felt light and distant.. When I looked down I was in my makeup for SHI and I was see through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead? I tried to wash off the white makeup and it wouldnt come off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ana's memories fade and all that is left is her will and skills as &lt;a href="http://mothra.rerf.or.jp/ENG/Hiroshima/Things/68.html"&gt;SHI&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Death appears, "Welcome brave warrior. You are the hand of death. You are SHI and you will carry out the commands of the Angel of Death and of me..."]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am born. I am SHI. I will carry out the will of Lady Death and the Angel of Death...&lt;br /&gt;As I am circling the streets of Kyoto I see a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a brief instance I think I know his name... "Vic..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turns and faces me and I continue through the wall remembering that I must collect a soul for my masters with my Katanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Japanese for death = SHI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-8434755601907542085?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/8434755601907542085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=8434755601907542085" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/8434755601907542085?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/8434755601907542085?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/m_O_-PNje0Y/ghostly-light-shall-appear-and-ye-shall.html" title="A Ghostly light shall appear and ye shall live but not have life" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/SBbxumsiQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/kDpsHFJGhlA/s72-c/evolutn_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/04/ghostly-light-shall-appear-and-ye-shall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINQHw5eip7ImA9WxZbFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-3639409289316691194</id><published>2008-04-17T11:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:43:11.222-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-17T12:43:11.222-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kyoto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="city morgue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gambit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Laura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare killer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog-versary" /><title>Not so Happy Blog Birthday</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6J0YZD_I/AAAAAAAAANM/HRlec49H9aU/s1600-h/fake30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6J0YZD_I/AAAAAAAAANM/HRlec49H9aU/s200/fake30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190251404666146802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I called Logan to let him know about the will reading and that he has been requested to attend. It was Ana's wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of acccepting he just threatened me, "Ya ever talk ta me like that again. You'll be holdin' yer head in yer hands  Got it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6o0YZEDI/AAAAAAAAANs/7Of71r_g3bk/s1600-h/Remy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6o0YZEDI/AAAAAAAAANs/7Of71r_g3bk/s200/Remy9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190251937242091570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my throat trying not to become angry, "Logan, you know you being a mutant are stronger than me and yeah, you will kill me easy so I guess now that makes you a big man.. picking on someone physically weaker than you. I called to let you know that Ana had a will drawn and you have been asked to attend to the reading.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear him growling and popping his claws in and out on the phone... "Give to me.." Remy said taking the phone, "Mon Ami.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to speak to Logan in French... Laura looked at me, "He isn't coming? Is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6JkYZD-I/AAAAAAAAANE/Xk3Rtdp_1EM/s1600-h/anime13b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6JkYZD-I/AAAAAAAAANE/Xk3Rtdp_1EM/s200/anime13b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190251400371179490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, " I said as I saw Remy hang up the phone and shrug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the three of us left to catch our plane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6J0YZEAI/AAAAAAAAANU/w9Ysvbmtu_w/s1600-h/22820870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6J0YZEAI/AAAAAAAAANU/w9Ysvbmtu_w/s200/22820870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190251404666146818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long flight from Gate 3 but we had finally arrived... with the remains of what was left of Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6okYZEBI/AAAAAAAAANc/jcwb70J5LNo/s1600-h/blackberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6okYZEBI/AAAAAAAAANc/jcwb70J5LNo/s200/blackberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190251932947124242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6okYZECI/AAAAAAAAANk/pxELlZs6jYg/s1600-h/33597178_235c7aa81e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6okYZECI/AAAAAAAAANk/pxELlZs6jYg/s200/33597178_235c7aa81e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190251932947124258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended the funeral, it was a typical Japanese funeral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then my blackberry went off... It was a reminder that today was both the 2 anniversary of the Gallery and of this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura looked over my shoulder and sighed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Japanese man came out and spoke softly in a whisper, "the reading will be tomorrow.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowed when he bowed and we went to our hotel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy and I entered the hotel with Laura behind us... "Okay Laura you are across the hall, if you need anything..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy went down to fetch us something from room service and I heard a muffled noise... When I ran out I found someone carrying Laura out.. She was unconscious I try to stop him but he grabbed my throat and squeezed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[As the bones crush and the wind is squeezed from Danny blood spills from his mouth and he falls...  Later as Remy stands over Danny laying in a coma he continues to try and reach Logan... Meanwhile at the mansion a package arrives for Logan.. inside is half of Ana's heart and a bloody note.. "What part shall I cut from your precious Laura?"]&lt;/blockquote&gt;tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-3639409289316691194?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/3639409289316691194/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=3639409289316691194" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/3639409289316691194?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/3639409289316691194?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/INNKEnB_ueY/not-so-happy-blog-birthday.html" title="Not so Happy Blog Birthday" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/SAd6J0YZD_I/AAAAAAAAANM/HRlec49H9aU/s72-c/fake30.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-so-happy-blog-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMQHYzeyp7ImA9WxZUFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-5643734415063730050</id><published>2008-04-08T09:38:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:11:21.883-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-08T11:11:21.883-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SHI-death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kyoto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="city morgue" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Katana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare killer" /><title>The city morgue (Guest Poster: Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t59SlunLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RdfXxNV5OkQ/s1600-h/rtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t59SlunLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RdfXxNV5OkQ/s200/rtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186873489716321458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I came from the Elevator heading to Oike Gallery I saw two gentlemen standing waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their suits were too nice for them to be local law enforcement. "So what is the FBI looking for in particular? Something from feudal Japan or ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Mr Bailey? Daniel Bailey, protégé for Miss Ana Ishikawa?" Agent Pradet interrupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded... They stepped forward, "Please come with us.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this about?" I inquired repeatedly but these cold stone agents refuse to answer...&lt;br /&gt;I was put in a car and then one took out a yellow envolope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t8DSlunNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vVfCnW7qqUc/s1600-h/serialkillers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t8DSlunNI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vVfCnW7qqUc/s200/serialkillers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186875791818792146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you have a strong stomach, but we need you to look at these photos." He thrust it in my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away, my stomach turning... I pushed the photos away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it? and why show me..?" I screamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One looked at the other, "You don't know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I !" I gather my poise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, We believe it to be Miss Ishikawa." He stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell back in my seat... suddenly my body was numb the two agents were speaking but I only heard bits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were taking me to the city Morgue to ID the body...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t59ilunMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KqpSakUx1kg/s1600-h/morgue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t59ilunMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KqpSakUx1kg/s200/morgue1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186873494011288770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left the car I was swarmed by the media...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it true? Is the prestigious Oike Gallery owner dead?" One screamed forcing a mike in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shouted as the Agents tried pushing them and the cameras away, "Was she a victim of the Nightmare Killer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being swarmed and suddenly I saw another reporter speak, "Come on guys give him some breathing space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Mr..." I was blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kent.. Clark Kent..." just as he spoke I heard Laura shouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snarled, "Get away you vultures!" She came to me.. "Oh Danny... Is it true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my arm around her, "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t8DilunOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CU3bfZU07js/s1600-h/morgue3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t8DilunOI/AAAAAAAAAM8/CU3bfZU07js/s200/morgue3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186875796113759458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura went with me into see the body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she started to cry I knew before seeing the body that Ana Ishikawa was dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this..." I interrupted him after seeing her scarred face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes yes please ..." I turned holding Laura as they recovered Ana's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the strength to ask the next question on my mind, "how? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions was all I had... The FBI lead us into a conference room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was killed by Rishou. He took her heart as a souvenir. He murdered and then rape her. Which is not how he usually goes. Normally he rapes then kills but we figured she was too much for him to handel." One lit a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneered, "You caught the bastard right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No and what we don't understand is what a Gallery owner was doing in a low budget apartment posing as a student named Oria... with this.." He threw her katana  on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know." I say and then the other starts playing this good cop bad cop, "youre her secretary and you don't know.. Did you know a woman named &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-starbucks-guest-poster-danny.html"&gt;Junna&lt;/a&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura jumped up just as Logan busted in, "You have questioned them enough... Don't worry about finding Ana's killer.. there wont be much left of him when I am finish.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left trying to get past reporters. Finally I turned to Logan, "What are you doing here? You hurt Ana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did what was best... If she had stayed with me she would have been killed sooner or later." it was the same old retort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that is funny because in case you didn't hear.. SHE IS DEAD! If you had of stayed with her, you would have been there to save her. You want revenge? Then you would have to kill yourself... " I walked away form him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away Laura came to me, "That was mean and harsh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry I didn't mean it.. I just.." I shivered, "We all die that is something we can't stop... As SHI, Ana increased that possibility. Logan being with her made no difference, it didnt effect her odds at all because the odds where she could be killed by villains would be replaced by the odds of his enemies killing her, so nothing changed by him being with her  except that she was happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel for Matt.." I raised and eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All his bragging about him going to get Ana back to dad, well pissed him off and now Dad is liable to take out his anger on Matt." she shrugged, "then batman because I told him what &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-starbucks-guest-poster-danny.html"&gt;you told me and he wants to know why Batman didn't find the jerk yet."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silent and it seems I had been silent for too long because Laura stopped me and gave a worried look, "What is it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana had a will.. You, Logan and I are to go to Kyoto for the reading. She told me if anything happened to her that..." I started to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I 'll call Gambit and we will go together, but I doubt Dad will go.." Laura took my cell out of my pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile the Nightmare Serial Killer flies to kyoto, He speaks as he turns toward 2 girls... Sorry about this but you see I was up to O and then I killed Miss Ishikawa ...  She isn't an O at all.. Not her first name or her last, so you see I have to start over and I already know who will be L. She is coming here you know. So Miss J and K .. it is time ....."]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-5643734415063730050?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/5643734415063730050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=5643734415063730050" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5643734415063730050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5643734415063730050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/vtWrEqP-KP8/city-morgue-guest-poster-danny.html" title="The city morgue (Guest Poster: Danny)" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R_t59SlunLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RdfXxNV5OkQ/s72-c/rtf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/04/city-morgue-guest-poster-danny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGSXc8fip7ImA9WxZXEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-4952985027738299732</id><published>2008-02-28T12:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:40:28.976-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-28T13:40:28.976-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preggie-bait" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakup with Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title>The Blind and the Furious</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxR4nyI5I/AAAAAAAAALw/kGS_uAJRc8c/s1600-h/megacard4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxR4nyI5I/AAAAAAAAALw/kGS_uAJRc8c/s200/megacard4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172086511640912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched as the place blew up and was burning to the ground. The rest of the team finished with taking out and securing the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? stated it would never fully be shut down but at least we saved those mutants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-leavin.html"&gt;During the whole thing, Logan made it clear we were finished&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became cold and like a statue... Question are we done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a silent nod that I acknowledge with a huff, "Then I am out of here! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxqInyI6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0HJfzg4SEVk/s1600-h/card_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxqInyI6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/0HJfzg4SEVk/s200/card_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172086928252740514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishou had three more victims... I was beginning to think I made a mistake waiting for Batman to get the information..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over the city, watching as a tear fell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He isn't worth it." the voice said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxQ4nyI1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Mf6iPQ7JWrw/s1600-h/Daredevil_cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxQ4nyI1I/AAAAAAAAALQ/Mf6iPQ7JWrw/s200/Daredevil_cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172086494461043538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am in no mood for you Matt!" I spat in his direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled, "You are too good for that looser. You are better off. Don't make the mistake of letting him ruin your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I should just make a bigger mistake by going back out with you?" I remembered only too well the hell Matt put me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxRonyI4I/AAAAAAAAALo/K_gTelZeQ34/s1600-h/daredevilshi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxRonyI4I/AAAAAAAAALo/K_gTelZeQ34/s200/daredevilshi01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172086507345945474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Come on, it wasn't that bad when we were together was it?" He tried to hug me and I shoved him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I growled at him, "You cheated on me and are worse than Tony Stark when it comes to being a playboy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed, "No one is worse than Stark and what did Logan do huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to pull me close to him again, "Yet you would take him back in a heartbeat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxRYnyI2I/AAAAAAAAALY/XLbhwMyLpuY/s1600-h/series_09_cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxRYnyI2I/AAAAAAAAALY/XLbhwMyLpuY/s200/series_09_cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172086503050978146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked him where he would remember to watch the proximity... "Matt I know what you want and you are not getting it. I am not interested in being Monday night's dessert!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So because of that Mutant butthead you are going to what... never date again? Do you want to become and old Maid.. Die alone and unloved?" The lightening crackled as the thunder rolled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If that is what is to happen. If Logan and I are truly through and I am to die alone.... then..... So be it!" I was glad the rain had started it would hide my tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxRonyI3I/AAAAAAAAALg/XqBSoos27JE/s1600-h/390px-Daredevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxRonyI3I/AAAAAAAAALg/XqBSoos27JE/s200/390px-Daredevil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172086507345945458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you know my number if you change your mind. Trust me, I can help you forget him.." With that Daredevil was gone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to my thoughts... Where was they... yes Rishou....  For too long I had been playing nice... for too long I had played it safe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted Rishou, there was only one way... That was not to play it safe...&lt;br /&gt;Batman didn't want me going after him alone, afraid Rishou might kill me.. well if the SOB gets lucky it isn't like anyone would miss me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Danny, "Take over the Gallery for a while. Don't try to contact me." I grabbed a few cloths and rented an apartment in a dark dirty neighborhood... Wrong side of town and the alley was never lite. Perfect access for someone like Rishou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to the school and broke into the Campus... I went into the office where the University's newspaper is printed up.. I put an add that I knew would be noticed by that SOB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single Asian Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New to New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking for a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-4952985027738299732?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/4952985027738299732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=4952985027738299732" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/4952985027738299732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/4952985027738299732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/RQoxWx_4sDQ/blind-and-furious.html" title="The Blind and the Furious" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R8bxR4nyI5I/AAAAAAAAALw/kGS_uAJRc8c/s72-c/megacard4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/02/blind-and-furious.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUDRn4-eyp7ImA9WxZQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-5132367723556317232</id><published>2008-02-16T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:31:17.053-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T09:31:17.053-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Katana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weapon x" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preggie-bait" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakup with Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystic abilities" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Batman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Akido" /><title>Heart Break and Jail Breaks</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R7ano4nyIyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GSOKl7Vxifc/s1600-h/heavenandeartharth2virgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R7ano4nyIyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GSOKl7Vxifc/s200/heavenandeartharth2virgin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167501943290077986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As batman asked I made my appearance known. I was putting on the best I am pregnant act I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage was close and I knew watch over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something unexpected happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R7apb4nyIzI/AAAAAAAAALA/DTnameeapYc/s1600-h/wolverine363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R7apb4nyIzI/AAAAAAAAALA/DTnameeapYc/s200/wolverine363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167503918975034162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So doll, you don't go to the Gallery any..." Logan stopped mid-sentence and I turn to see him with flowers and a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just glared at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan I wasn't. You shouldn't be here, your new girlfriend made it clear I was to stay away." I was of course referring to &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/02/movin-on.html"&gt;Wanda.&lt;/a&gt; "I didn't believe her but then Matt saw you and came around to see if I would rekindle my former relationship with him, but I don't want to be used anymore by men who run off and have affairs with other women when it suits them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daredevil? That blockhead has been sniffing around!" Logan growled.... but was still glaring at me strangely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is with the flowers and the box?" I hold in from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got something for you before you and that bat creep decided to come around. I thought I would give it to you since...." He glared more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to run late for my appointment with the Doctor that has those weapon X affiliations, "I have to go Logan I have... an appointment elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and headed for my appointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://batmanoutlaws.blogspot.com/2008/02/weapon-x-lies-and-no-video-tape.html"&gt;The first phase went as planned&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke in a lab... and found all the Dr sliced and diced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized someone was caressing my hair. When I turned I saw Logan there and he pulled his hand away, his face became stern...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You weren't going to tell me!" He yelled, he was angry. "You think you could have hid it from me? You think I wouldn't know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan.. you don't understand..." I tried to explain but guards rushed in and in Berserker rage Wolverine began a killing spree..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard batman pipe in, "SHI? Time for Phase 2, what is.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logan is here and he is angry and killing anything that moves...." I answered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R7awlInyI0I/AAAAAAAAALI/epPYZtrPftc/s1600-h/shipresp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R7awlInyI0I/AAAAAAAAALI/epPYZtrPftc/s200/shipresp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167511774470218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit!" I heard batman snap, "Sage, the captured Mutants get to him and you two try to save them. SHI you got to do your part now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my Mystic Abilities of Akido I sent objects flying to hit the guards calling Dragon spirits while Sage entered and threw me my Katana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Sage had Logan I moved to meet with the rest and go to phase 2. I could hear Logan call after me, "Ana! We are not finish discussing this! Ana you can't fight not in your con.... Puke you better get off me or the question will be, arms or legs?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to make Logan angry... but we have no time to explain to him right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-5132367723556317232?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/5132367723556317232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=5132367723556317232" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5132367723556317232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5132367723556317232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/bXb7H2_oVmk/heart-break-and-jail-breaks.html" title="Heart Break and Jail Breaks" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R7ano4nyIyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GSOKl7Vxifc/s72-c/heavenandeartharth2virgin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/02/heart-break-and-jail-breaks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANRXYzeCp7ImA9WxZRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-7306654959881527774</id><published>2008-02-10T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:49:54.880-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T07:49:54.880-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rishou" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakup with Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Laura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Batman" /><title>At Starbucks (Guest Poster: Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R67iPkEt-RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O-GIG0ExoHA/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R67iPkEt-RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O-GIG0ExoHA/s200/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165314579649919250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once or twice a week, Laura and I meet at Starbucks for a latte. Well I have a Latte with extra creme and She has something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was late. Miss Ishikawa has been depressed and sad. I know why, though I haven't said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're late Lover Boy," Laura teases, I will not understand why she does this. I think she likes to see me squirm when the waitress flirt with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head, "Ana, she is.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R67icEEt-SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/te7HOvFypR0/s1600-h/inks_on_x_23_by_surfercalavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R67icEEt-SI/AAAAAAAAAMU/te7HOvFypR0/s200/inks_on_x_23_by_surfercalavera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165314794398284066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lowered her head, "I know, Dad thinks she has been sleeping with Batman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laura, Miss Ishikawa... Ana has not.." I begin to protest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura folders her arms, "I know. You don't have to defend her to me... She and I have gotten kind of close and though she says I shouldn't go with her, I have followed her. Her and that Bat freak is all business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought Logan had a keen sense of smell. Surely he can smell that she hasn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped not knowing how to word this... Laura shrugs, "I don't smell Batman on her, except the normal scent caused by casual contact. You know like I have of you after our ...." she grinned as a waitress walked by, "dates.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my throat, "We don't have dates Laura, we just hang out.. We are friends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded, "I know but when I return home, He sniffs and says I see you been out with Danny again... but it is a casual scent nothing more, same with Ana and bat jerk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you told him?" I asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She snatched up her drink, "and hear the stay out of my personal life lecture again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned in, "Well I shouldn't tell you this and if you repeat it ...." I looked around, "You didn't hear it from me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came closer as I whispered, "The only reason Ana joined as Shi with the outlaws was because #1 she thought they would take SHIELD down and #2 Batman promised they would help her catch Rishou, a Japanese serial killer that has been on the loose for 25 years... He killed her Mentor and Teacher at The Inagaki School of Art and Design in Kyoto. He is now is the US and has killed women and girls from colleges from California to Florida and had worked his way up to New York. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura's eyes widened as I continued, "Ana told me that in Japan he has killed many. He enters an area and gets a hold of the enrollments of the local Colleges and Universities. Then he choses girls alphabetically from the local schools students or teachers and starts stalking them. He learns their habits and routines. Finally from a to z he rapes them and then kills them. He takes as a momenta a piece of their body. Normally what someone might say was their best features. Ana's mentor was name Junna and he took her eyes. Ana wants revenge, but this guy he is sneaky and hard to catch. Batman said he would help if she joined. This is why Ana spends so much time with him. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura shook her head, "Why didn't she tell Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "I do not know, only that Junna was like a mother to Ana. No one knows what he looks like, They aren't sure Rishou is his real name. It has been suggested that he has a split personality and doesn't even know what h is doing at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Laura the local newspaper, the Headlines read... "SERIAL KILLER KNOWS HIS ALPHABETS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura read it, "Police finally released a warning to all women working or attending the local colleges. A man identified as Rishou has already killed a number of women all of the US and today it was learned that his killing spree started in Japan." She looked up, "It lists all his victims. Oh my god  look at all the names..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, "The local authorities released this because they can't watch all the girls who's name begins with N from every University and College across the state of New York and this is only half the names of his victims and look... Doesn't that look like Ana's former teacher's name. You know the one she told you about one time long ago?" I winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah" She said as she caught on, "but to be sure I better ask Logan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the newspaper and walked away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope Logan realizes that Ana and Batman would never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-7306654959881527774?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/7306654959881527774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=7306654959881527774" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/7306654959881527774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/7306654959881527774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/GCLLkK7TCoM/at-starbucks-guest-poster-danny.html" title="At Starbucks (Guest Poster: Danny)" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R67iPkEt-RI/AAAAAAAAAMM/O-GIG0ExoHA/s72-c/9.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-starbucks-guest-poster-danny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQnsyfCp7ImA9WxZRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-5820464735862401336</id><published>2008-02-05T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:53:53.594-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T07:53:53.594-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weapon x" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preggie-bait" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Batman" /><title>Baiting the hook.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6id86Bl_LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dLSDHFOQREw/s1600-h/X3GermWarfare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6id86Bl_LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dLSDHFOQREw/s200/X3GermWarfare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163550642473925810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no clue as to what happened. Logan has accused me of cheating on him. With all people Batman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid in bed crying and when I woke I didn't want to go into the Gallery but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6ihEKBl_NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dmFIkupbzHo/s1600-h/JL_Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6ihEKBl_NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dmFIkupbzHo/s200/JL_Batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554065562860754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"SHI, you ready to get to work?" The voice came from the shadows, "and What did Logan say, will he join us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused, "No he has.... other things to take care of. I will do this alone. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to mention the other night to the Bats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came out of the shadows a little, "Is everything alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, why wouldn't it be... So What am I to do?" I wanted to change the subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted him to see is that Logan had broken my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Dr Remans, is a plastic surgeon who works for Weapon X. His brother works in County General. I will give you a superficial wound and this....&lt;br /&gt;This is urine and blood from a pregnant woman. Go in and have them stitch you up and complain of the typical symptoms of pregnancy." Batman state&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6ihlaBl_OI/AAAAAAAAAKw/a2x-637JEsg/s1600-h/Batman_ThankGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6ihlaBl_OI/AAAAAAAAAKw/a2x-637JEsg/s200/Batman_ThankGod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554636793511138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me guess... I go into the restroom with the little cup and give them this urine and when I can switch the blood. They run the test and think I am pregnant." I declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you go in as SHI, they know your relationship with Logan so they will assume it is his. They should go after you like they did Warbird." Batman pulled out a batrang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tightened up, the mention of Carols name was unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay still..." He said with his gruffy voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a nick across my shoulder... "Now remember, no one should know the truth. This charade must be believable. Here, this wear this bracelet.. It will send off a false scent.. Just in case they send one of their blood hounds that have Logan's sense of smells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6ihDKBl_MI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cCYG90QC62Y/s1600-h/LAST_CHANCES_BACK_COVER_by_martheus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6ihDKBl_MI/AAAAAAAAAKg/cCYG90QC62Y/s200/LAST_CHANCES_BACK_COVER_by_martheus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554048382991554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bugging me with a small tracer under my skin,  Batman was off and I was on my mission... The Question would be watching my back during the day though he wouldn't be in the open. Batman at night and occasionally one of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the bait.. Once they nab me, My team will follow the trace and me to the base of Weapon X...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is best Logan isn't in on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-5820464735862401336?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/5820464735862401336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=5820464735862401336" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5820464735862401336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5820464735862401336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/acmoZR_Fcxk/baiting-hook.html" title="Baiting the hook." /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R6id86Bl_LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dLSDHFOQREw/s72-c/X3GermWarfare.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/02/baiting-hook.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQnsyfip7ImA9WxZRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-256855439921440387</id><published>2008-01-28T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:53:53.596-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T07:53:53.596-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weapon x" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spider-woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Batman" /><title>On the team with Bats</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R54JbqBl_KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kg_sfcMZ9QU/s1600-h/Shi_by_Romey1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R54JbqBl_KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kg_sfcMZ9QU/s200/Shi_by_Romey1973.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160572593755258018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined &lt;a href="http://batmanoutlaws.blogspot.com/"&gt;Batman and his team&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been dealing with this thing with the Skrulls, I was disappointed that we couldn't find  anything on SHIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman has insisted that I stay long hours so he can train me up better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting knocked out so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him it wasn't that I my training had lapsed just that I was preoccupied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R53-d6Bl_HI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lUno3cBEoRA/s1600-h/66483-spider-woman_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 173px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R53-d6Bl_HI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lUno3cBEoRA/s400/66483-spider-woman_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160560537782058098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't ask so I didn't tell him what it was I was preoccupied about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home I just pulled off my outfit and looked over what had backed up at the Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad Danny is handling these things right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking over to the counter, I turned to look at my camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some recon as Batman asked and I saw this and took them... I couldn't believe my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R54A6KBl_II/AAAAAAAAAKA/VNsAzQ4DWDM/s1600-h/94896-spider-woman_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 210px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R54A6KBl_II/AAAAAAAAAKA/VNsAzQ4DWDM/s400/94896-spider-woman_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160563222136618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Batman I would developed the film so I could keep these and the team wouldn't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R54FvKBl_JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T9reWAlWgmQ/s1600-h/135059-spider-woman_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R54FvKBl_JI/AAAAAAAAAKI/T9reWAlWgmQ/s200/135059-spider-woman_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160568530716195986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was just innocent, then I thought they were fighting but then She started to kiss him and Logan didn't stop her in fact he was kissing her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was my fault... Between the Gallery and now the outlaws I haven't had time for Logan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped to get his help with a very important mission Batman wants me to take,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to go after Weapon X, well actually he wants me to be bait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R53-RKBl_FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YZ1F_wzHR3k/s1600-h/177346-spider-woman_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R53-RKBl_FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YZ1F_wzHR3k/s400/177346-spider-woman_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160560318738725970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to announce that I am pregnant with Logan's baby... When they come and kidnap me, ? is to follow them and the team is to infiltrate their base and get some info...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to ask Logan if he wanted to help us...  Right now I think I should worry more about giving him more attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had reservations at a small Japanese Garden and sushi place...  So I dolled up and instead of the Sushi bar with running sushi we got a private room and table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided not to confront Logan about 'her' but just try to remind him why we are so good together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R53-RqBl_GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0fjZtfwL7qc/s1600-h/40621-shiara_400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 228px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R53-RqBl_GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/0fjZtfwL7qc/s400/40621-shiara_400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160560327328660578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled as he entered the restaurant but &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-hell-no.html"&gt;he looked pissed off.&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling he is going to break up with me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-256855439921440387?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/256855439921440387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=256855439921440387" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/256855439921440387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/256855439921440387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/Yu5B2-OoRpM/on-team-with-bats.html" title="On the team with Bats" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/R54JbqBl_KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kg_sfcMZ9QU/s72-c/Shi_by_Romey1973.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-team-with-bats.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ERXk7eCp7ImA9WxZRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-1599506510651332930</id><published>2007-11-27T03:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:51:44.700-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T07:51:44.700-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trigon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gambit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Laura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="an alternate dimension" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><title>An Adrenaline Rush (Guest Poster: Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vZoR0d5qI/AAAAAAAAALs/rfVRF0NtlpI/s1600-h/fake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vZoR0d5qI/AAAAAAAAALs/rfVRF0NtlpI/s200/fake3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137439085947643554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/11/quoth-raven-nevermore-guest-poster.html"&gt;So it began&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-all-matter-of-trigon-ometry-guest.html"&gt;okay It may have been a foolish attempt but I stood between Raven and Trigon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trigon laughed, "How sweet, it would seem someone is trying to be Gallant."&lt;br /&gt;Raven was saying something behind me but I didn't quite hear her. I was keeping my eyes on Trigon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not hurting this woman. So you can just give it up."  I motioned my gun for him to back up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vcDB0d5rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0aN99OOS_7g/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vcDB0d5rI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0aN99OOS_7g/s200/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137441744532399794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy do you have any idea what I could do to you?" He chuckled... "You are no match for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then bub perhaps you will settle for me." It was Logan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Jumped down with his claws out behind Trigon. Laura jumped Down on my right and Remy on my left, while SHI jumped down in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sword was drawn and she placed it on the back of his neck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please." Trigon spat and with a wave of his hand Gambit, Laura, Ana and I were thrown against a wall with a gush of wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raven had anticipated it and backed flipped and was now standing next to Wolverine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana, we got this babe... Get him out of here." Logan instructed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Trigon had demons surrounding us... Remy threw cards and blew up several while Laura and  Ana slashed their way through the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I used the gun and began shotting several demons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura backed flipped over to me and with a smirk that made her look like her father asked, "Having fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am beginning to envy you for being a mutant..." I winked at my little friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Trigon's voice drew our attention, "You may have won this battle but you haven't won the war... You will hear from me again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He disappeared and we ended up in a back street alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks guys." I smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambit put his arm around me and Laura gave me a friendly punch... "Try to stay out of trouble Bub." Logan grabbed Ana and disappeared in the night and I turn to see Raven fade into the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Remy walked me home and then Remy took Laura home...  I stood on my balcony having a glass of wine and I saw Miss Roth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vg7x0d5tI/AAAAAAAAAME/JngE4bhmWtU/s1600-h/wine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vg7x0d5tI/AAAAAAAAAME/JngE4bhmWtU/s200/wine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137447117536487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You didn't say good bye." I say not turning around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stepped into the light, "You were with your friends I didn't want to intrude. I do wish to apologize about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need, and I thought we could be friends." I turn to face her not realizing how close she was to me. I ended up face to face with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hesitated and reached her hand up to my face but I took it in my hand, "Miss Roth, it wouldn't work. For all we know Trigon has stimulated these feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, "No, I don't think..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vgQB0d5sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vIg1-ERvyVY/s1600-h/ravenwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vgQB0d5sI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vIg1-ERvyVY/s200/ravenwhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137446365917210306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She pulled her hand away and then looked down at her feet, "Friends then..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lifted her chin and kiss her lips gently, "Special friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backed away giving her space and watched as she left my apartment...  I turned and picked up my wine glass from the balcony ledge....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is probably for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-1599506510651332930?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/1599506510651332930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=1599506510651332930" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/1599506510651332930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/1599506510651332930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/GA3M4JrdXfc/adrenaline-rush-guest-poster-danny.html" title="An Adrenaline Rush (Guest Poster: Danny)" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/R0vZoR0d5qI/AAAAAAAAALs/rfVRF0NtlpI/s72-c/fake3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/11/adrenaline-rush-guest-poster-danny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ERXk7eSp7ImA9WxZRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-6052857653540042145</id><published>2007-11-15T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:51:44.701-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T07:51:44.701-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trigon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="an alternate dimension" /><title>It is all a matter of Trigonometry (Guest Poster: Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwVfh0d5lI/AAAAAAAAALE/cQdBjbn1FRw/s1600-h/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwVfh0d5lI/AAAAAAAAALE/cQdBjbn1FRw/s200/77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133001306694084178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been pulled into an alternate dimension... This demon stares at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So my daughter has an interest in you...  " He states...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwUUB0d5kI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NaLC9VgpfzU/s1600-h/Trigontheterribl2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwUUB0d5kI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NaLC9VgpfzU/s200/Trigontheterribl2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133000009613960770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your daughter?" I ask, still believing this is a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Raven....Rachel Roth... and you... You are curious..." He smiles... "Aren't you Danny..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straighten myself out, "I am a business man and Miss Roth is a customer. Now since it would seem you have me at a disadvantage, perhaps you would tell me who you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Trigon and this is my domain... I have a proposition  for you..." He smiled again... "You see my daughter and I have had.... One can say a fallen out... I want you to bring her here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwXRh0d5mI/AAAAAAAAALM/LDN3c-0hj_U/s1600-h/christopherwalken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwXRh0d5mI/AAAAAAAAALM/LDN3c-0hj_U/s200/christopherwalken2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133003265199171170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I can do the math here and quite frankly, I have no intention of making deals with devils." I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Raven will come, whether you cooperate or not... I have sent word to her that I have you..." He changed in to a Human form... "All you have to do is stand there and watch.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but shiver, I needed a plan.. I began to think... What would Miss Ishikawa do as SHI or Logan do as Wolverine.... or Remy.. what would he do as Gambit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite simply I wasn't a Super hero, just the Protégé to an Art Dealer... Logan, Miss Ishikawa and Remy would use what they had... So did I... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwYfx0d5nI/AAAAAAAAALU/kn339d4biJM/s1600-h/Christopher_Walken_i_27708a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwYfx0d5nI/AAAAAAAAALU/kn339d4biJM/s200/Christopher_Walken_i_27708a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133004609523934834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then this is a joyous occasion... The reunion of a father and his daughter.. Calls for a Party... " I say hoping he ill take the bait... "I am excellent in arranging them.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Party ... A Party ... what an excellant idea.." He stated changing again, with a snap of a finger... we were in a elegant Party room filled with people that I was sure were Demons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should invite Miss Roth's closes acquaintances..." I shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waggled his finger at me, "I know what you are up to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwZrR0d5oI/AAAAAAAAALc/j88rikaw2kg/s1600-h/Ravenoyl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwZrR0d5oI/AAAAAAAAALc/j88rikaw2kg/s200/Ravenoyl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133005906604058242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't worry... That card throwing fool and the cloned female runt are looking for you... They have annoyed Logan and your boss to help... Logan, now this will be a bonus.." he rubbed his hands together as if he was about to get down to business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited looking for a way to save the day (or was it still night?) I took inventory, a security guard with a gun... (he was actually human... a minion? a slave? it doesn't matter I need that gun!) I put on the charm and spoke with the gentleman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I saw someone in the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Prodigal daughter returns!" Trigon walked up in his gleaming eggshell tux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI, Wolverine, Gambit, and Laura would be here soon.. I had to buy them time... So I stood between Raven and Trigon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwaNB0d5pI/AAAAAAAAALk/lGUIk19ckGU/s1600-h/lookalikesdee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwaNB0d5pI/AAAAAAAAALk/lGUIk19ckGU/s200/lookalikesdee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133006486424643218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(okay this may have been a foolish attempt here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-6052857653540042145?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/6052857653540042145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=6052857653540042145" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/6052857653540042145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/6052857653540042145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/AjIyB8SY_fM/it-is-all-matter-of-trigon-ometry-guest.html" title="It is all a matter of &lt;b&gt;Trigon&lt;/b&gt;ometry (Guest Poster: Danny)" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzwVfh0d5lI/AAAAAAAAALE/cQdBjbn1FRw/s72-c/77.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-all-matter-of-trigon-ometry-guest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ERXk7eSp7ImA9WxZRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-2036351135242026752</id><published>2007-11-07T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:51:44.701-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T07:51:44.701-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Danny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Croft Aution" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trigon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Laura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Danny" /><title>Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!" (Guest Poster: Danny)</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5HHk-PII/AAAAAAAAAHo/aPfJaP1-SB8/s1600-h/art05l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5HHk-PII/AAAAAAAAAHo/aPfJaP1-SB8/s200/art05l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130084982496050306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So what did you do?" Laura grilled me... She was asking about me&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/10/guest-poster-danny-bailey-taking-care.html"&gt; finding Miss Roth in my bedroom&lt;/a&gt;... Um, wearing my sheets and covers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laura, please I am really busy today... We have to get these artifacts cataloged..." How did she find out about it any how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are worried about Remy finding out.." She whispered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot her a look, "He knows already.. Look I am sure it was pretty embarrassing for &lt;a href="http://ravenofhope.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel. &lt;/a&gt;She said she had never did anything like that before."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzGy53k-PHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bbdcLd3mphY/s1600-h/Image8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzGy53k-PHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bbdcLd3mphY/s200/Image8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130078157793016946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhhh it's Rachel now.." Laura picked up a statue and I took it from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do did you two.." A huge grin came over her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head.. "Newsflash Laura... I am gay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She folded her arms and I could see she wasn't going to let me off the hook... "I told her I was Gay, she dressed and rushed off... end of story..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura then grinned, "I agree with Gambit, you should have went a head and had some fun..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed... I should have known she questioned him before me, "Laura..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what did he tell you?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "You tell me since you were talking to him.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He wouldn't tell me... Except he thought you should give it a try... broaden your horizons" She teased...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5HHk-PJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lVMbymMNyJ4/s1600-h/069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5HHk-PJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lVMbymMNyJ4/s200/069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130084982496050322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about last night with Remy and that is what he told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to lovers being jealous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a good ol laugh... and now Laura was laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remy might be bi-sexual but I am not. I am 100% Gay.." I thought that should end the conversation but it didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5SHk-PKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0uPooCfKijE/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5SHk-PKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0uPooCfKijE/s200/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130085171474611362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever tried being with a woman?" She asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, "No Laura... why don't we talk about you.. Are you back with.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held up her hand, "He has a girlfriend, it is over between us.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a sympathetic nod and then sighed with frustration when she continued about Miss Roth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura waggled her eyebrows, "She is coming to the Auction tonight, isn't she...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is on the guest list, She is coming with Mr Bruce Wayne, and company..." I say setting up the display...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So ask her out..." Laura continued and then turned to Logan who had returned from arrest a Thomas Crowne... "Dad, don't you think Danny should ask out a woman.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grunted...&lt;br /&gt;"She was naked in his bedroom, and she likes him, don't you think he should explore.." She didn't breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LAURA!" both I an Logan yelled at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ishikawa just laughed thoughtfully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Miss Ishikawa set up for the Auction I worked with the caterers ...  We were set and greeting people... I shook many hands as did Miss Ishikawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5SHk-PLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MCyxSVFT5Oc/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5SHk-PLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MCyxSVFT5Oc/s200/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130085171474611378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr and Miss Kent... Welcome to the Croft Auction at the Oike Gallery.." We greeted the VIP reporters and then turned to the prominent business men, "Mr Trump, Mr Wayne... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI Mr Bailey... " Miss Roth stated, "I brought my walking wallet this time.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wayne just shook his head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG-xXk-PPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rg180vvHP64/s1600-h/gambit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG-xXk-PPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rg180vvHP64/s200/gambit.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130091205903662322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura walked over and giggled, "Isn't she pretty... You know she really really likes you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved when Remy walked in, "Finally an ally" I thought... I decided to introduce him to Rachel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us talked and I was beginning to think Remy and Laura had some conspiracy going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG-xHk-PNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0aBpNPGfATo/s1600-h/modraven1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG-xHk-PNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0aBpNPGfATo/s200/modraven1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130091201608694994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them was sharing intimate details with Rachel when I had returned from announcing Miss Ishikawa.. As the Auction started everyone became silent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5SHk-PMI/AAAAAAAAAII/n0qbGiisL_A/s1600-h/2raven2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5SHk-PMI/AAAAAAAAAII/n0qbGiisL_A/s200/2raven2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130085171474611394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the raven haired woman left with the billionaire and I was teased by Laura about my suggesting certain items to Miss Roth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being polite and a good employee... I had come to know Miss Roth taste I believed and was pointing out items I knew she would be interested in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't anything special." I say to Laura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "That is why you only made suggestions to her and no one else.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are imagining things... I am not nor have I ever been interested in a woman.." I protest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even a unique one like Raven.." A voice said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, "Did you hear that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No.." Laura said looking at me funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It could, how did Gambit put it, 'spice up your relationship" Laura was just not giving it a rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laura, you are only doing this to get at me... You know my only interest in Miss Roth is professional.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would say it is out of curiosity... virgin boy..." the same strange voice stated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jerked my head around looking for who said that.... "Laura tell me you heard it that time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura perked up her ears, "Danny my hearing is better than yours and I heard nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go home to get some sleep.. fallen a sleep in Remy's arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I wake and I am on the floor, alone and the room is dark.. I am certainly not in my flat any longer...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzHDxnk-PSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nIR2jFIyMCM/s1600-h/prophecy12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzHDxnk-PSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nIR2jFIyMCM/s200/prophecy12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130096707756768546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object id="mediaPlayer" classid="CLSID:22d6f312-b0f6-11d0-94ab-0080c74c7e95" codebase="http://activex.microsoft.com/activex/controls/mplayer/en/nsmp2inf.cab#Version=5,1,52,701" standby="Loading Microsoft Windows Media Player components..." type="application/x-oleobject" height="50" width="320"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="fileName" value="http://instruct.uwo.ca/mit/204f/audio/raven.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="animationatStart" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="transparentatStart" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="autoStart" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="showControls" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;param name="loop" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://microsoft.com/windows/mediaplayer/en/download/" id="mediaPlayer" name="mediaPlayer" displaysize="4" autosize="-1" bgcolor="darkblue" showcontrols="true" showtracker="-1" showdisplay="0" showstatusbar="-1" videoborder3d="-1" src="http://instruct.uwo.ca/mit/204f/audio/raven.mp3" autostart="false" designtimesp="5311" loop="false" height="50" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://instruct.uwo.ca/mit/204f/audio/raven.mp3"&gt;Quoth the Raven...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I hear a voice speaking, reciting ...  the figure comes toward me as he speaks not seeming to notice me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you why am I hear!" My words loose their sounds only his can be heard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then come to the conclusion this is a dream, "I am dreaming.... " I think out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzHC5nk-PRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mA6gZ6UO7nc/s1600-h/PrsSleepyHollow03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzHC5nk-PRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mA6gZ6UO7nc/s200/PrsSleepyHollow03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130095745684094226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is no dream Daniel Bailey!" he says and turns into another form &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG-xHk-POI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_97qDy8k8HA/s1600-h/2arellatrigon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG-xHk-POI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_97qDy8k8HA/s200/2arellatrigon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130091201608695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be worried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://instruct.uwo.ca/mit/204f/audio/raven.mp3"&gt;Quoth the Raven...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-2036351135242026752?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=52d75efd5e621fa5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/2036351135242026752/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=2036351135242026752" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/2036351135242026752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/2036351135242026752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/9qHIlQNUkC8/quoth-raven-nevermore-guest-poster.html" title="Quoth the Raven, &quot;Nevermore!&quot; (Guest Poster: Danny)" /><author><name>Danny Bailey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16184639781587079666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11205153850204444933" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Hkz_4yabseQ/RzG5HHk-PII/AAAAAAAAAHo/aPfJaP1-SB8/s72-c/art05l.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/11/quoth-raven-nevermore-guest-poster.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQnsyfyp7ImA9WxZRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26237233.post-5503138245859767188</id><published>2007-10-30T04:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T07:53:53.597-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T07:53:53.597-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wendigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster:Ana/Shi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ana" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Logan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joefixit" /><title>The Eve Of Halloween</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/2007/10/fightin-along-side-wolverine.html"&gt;Joe &lt;/a&gt;helped us and we defeated the beast. Joe continued to flirt with me I think to get at Logan (and it was working).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, I am sorry but I am with Logan...  Finally we got rid of the big Grey and had some time. I gave Logan a massage while he explained the spirit of Wendigo still lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped me off at the Gallery. Laura was there laughing because Danny had a new admirer... A female one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his motor cycle broke down Logan and I was force to take a bus to his place. Once there I could get my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at the stop I witness this conversation between Logan and some strange woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/RybwMwYNKDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zfyv1QYXNx8/s1600-h/Remus_and_Wolverine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/RybwMwYNKDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zfyv1QYXNx8/s400/Remus_and_Wolverine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127049327743412274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get on the buss and this song is playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen Logan's face, so I started to sing... "Werewolves in London.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana!" Logan looked at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bus started singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26237233-5503138245859767188?l=oikegalleryny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/feeds/5503138245859767188/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26237233&amp;postID=5503138245859767188" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5503138245859767188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26237233/posts/default/5503138245859767188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OikeGallery/~3/v2itIfjwdcY/eve-of-halloween.html" title="The Eve Of Halloween" /><author><name>SHI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09146826816300600751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15780085681913327509" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FZPrtwDWEUE/RybwMwYNKDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zfyv1QYXNx8/s72-c/Remus_and_Wolverine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2007/10/eve-of-halloween.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
