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ForumSubjectLast Post
RealmModern Women;
Created by Camille Rameau
02/17/17
RealmA Face in the Ashes
Created by Maya J Lawson
02/14/17
RealmSlow Ride or Highway To Hell?
Created by Malek
01/12/17
Lucius Dalca 02/24/17 Lucius's grin widen and gave a nod of acknowledgement, "Well then I look forward to fighting you at full capacity."
Lucius Dalca 02/23/17 Lucius gave Maya a grin as he stretched out a bit from that training session, "Well you are harder to take down than I thought... Proved me wrong, you did." You hit Maya J Lawson for xxx damage. You won the encounter!
Sky Summers 02/22/17 Sky couldn't help but snicker slightly. "I feel like they might be calling us the scum of the streets there Maya. I mean after all we are locked up in this joint." She let her eyes wander around the small place at the mention of her old childhood game, a small smirk dancing across her lips as she spotted one of the officers. "Oi Maya, I spy with my little eye something rather plump that may or may not oink if ya know what I mean."

Sky had almost missed her question, almost. Though upon hearing it a small twinkle of mischief shimmered across her eyes at the thought of an attempted break out. That was exactly what Sky needed in her life. A little adventure and as luck would have it her new found partner in crime seemed to be just the person to help cure her boredom. "The question is Maya darling can you keep up with me?"
Lucius Dalca 02/18/17 Lucius noticed her lighting up when he mentioned fighting. Bring someone to her knees? My my.. The lady was feisty which was good. He could use someone to test out his prowess on from time to time. People in London where either very week or very strong. Few stood in the middle seat and that was fine because he found a potential candidate. "Sounds like a plan then... See ya later to train? I am sure you can find where I usual spend time around. Big building, smart people don't go near it. High end architecture.." He was grinning widely as he started to retreat to his usual path. They would keep meeting that was for sure.
Lucius Dalca 02/18/17 Lucius was slightly surprised she knew his last name.. She was definitely not human and that confirmed it. He was curious but glad she didn't see the attempts as a personal issue with her. He really just wanted to train and get better at it. Money was never a motivator when you grew around it. The man live it day in and day out. Now experience? That had more value for those who constantly seek it like him. If she tried to pick his pockets he'd probably not care on that basis alone.

"I like ya already. We are in fine agreement... Now one last thing I want to ask you.." There was a larger grin, "How would you feel about fighting?"
Sky Summers 02/17/17 The young Summers couldn't help but grin at the jeer Maya had made. Though rather than deny it and state the actual facts of why she'd been caught, which was a rather embarrassing long story, she decided to go along with it. "Oh how'd you know darlin'? I mean here I was mindin my own business workin my corner like the fabulous b!tch I am when these two blokes come up to me and ask me what the hell I thought I was doin. So ya know, me being me I thought I should answer them. So I told them I was just doing my civic duty and lending out a helping hand to those who needed it if ya know what I mean."

Sky winked playfully at Maya before wiggling her index finger at the woman, inviting her forwards before whispering softly, "I don't think they liked the fact that they couldn't afford a woman of my standards."

The young brunette leaned back from the bars, snickering slightly. She knew that if she ever even dared to try the lifestyle of a prostitute that her overly protective brothers would have something to say about it. Mainly because they sucked the fun out of most of her shenanigans. "Soooo Maya darlinggg, what is it you do for fun in this joint? You seem to be in here almost as much as me and I haven't quite come up with a solution for boredom yet."
Lucius Dalca 02/17/17 Interesting. She wasn't from London but she didn't exactly want to tell him where she was from. Fair enough considering they had met while he was attempting to pick her pockets and that was less likely to stop any time soon either. She might have knew that hence the reservation but needless to say it didn't bother him one way or the other.

"I am used to the cold. It can be quite lovely sometimes.." He looked down at her and chuckled, "No hard feelings between us then?" Straight to the point.
Sky Summers 02/17/17 Sky couldn't help the small chuckle that left her lips, her eyes twinkling in amusement at the thought. She already knew that the oh so wonderful people of this lovely city wouldn't be fixing up the bleak fairy tail dungeons any time soon. She'd bet her last pence that the blokes wouldn't do it.

"Wouldn't that be the dream, eh Maya? Maybe we should harass the lovely city folk and see if they could refurnish this joint. I was thinking maybe a bit more space, perhaps a comfier chair, oh and some better lighting. Whatcha think?"

Sky glanced around her small little cell before leaning against the bars near Maya, a small smirk flitting across her features, "So whatcha do to get yourself stuck in a joint like this? Rob the wrong geezer? Get ganged up on by some coppers?"
Sky Summers 02/17/17 Sky sat in her little cell kicking her feet as she looked through the bars. She hadn't quite expected to see a familiar face so when she noticed the woman in the cell next to her she couldn't help but beam. "Nice place we got here ain't it? It seems every bloomin time I get outta here this lovely little hole keeps callin me back. How ya doin though? I don't think we ever really got properly introduced last time but the name's Sky."
Lucius Dalca 02/17/17 "Nice to meet you, Maya.." Lucius held the smile and extended his hand to shake hers in introduction. If she could feel what was deep inside of him she would be very afraid but because he hid it well and didn't have any ill will towards her in particular there was no sense of impending doom or gloom. It was... utterly casual. The most he cared for her as a stranger would be to sharpen his growing skills. Nothing more, nothing less. Completely, unlike that other b*tch with a death wish.. But that's another story.

"I am going to make the presumption you are from London and live around these parts? I am not a native from England but I did study here during my earlier youth. Most of my friends are from around here."
Lucius Dalca 02/17/17 "But you do think I am pretty though.." He answered back with a grin and a humorous tone of voice. Lucius watched her circle him but never made an indication he was nervous or threatened. Quite the opposite, the warlock in him was intrigued by the woman. He didn't know why specifically he was intrigued but something about the supernatural world always gave him a hint. She wasn't a regular human... So what was she? "Lucius, that is my name.." He smiled at her once more, ''Whats your name?''
Lucius Dalca 02/16/17 Lucius smiled as her eyes were trying to poke at anything they might be able to read from him. The most notable features they could find is that he was bold and very casual but the real drive and agenda of what moved him hid behind many masks in deep obscurity. As the saying goes.. Things are never as they appear. Spot on. "If you say so..." He tilted his head slightly before responding again to her last statement, "Probably... But why would they try to dismember such a beautiful face like mine?" He was not serious at all but it hadn't escaped him that she had taken a step forward to him. Hmmm. He stayed where he was at.
Lucius Dalca 02/15/17 Lucius looked at her with a very casual grin. Yeah, he did try to pick her pockets on purpose.

"So you do remember me..." He nodded in appreciation to that fact, "I saw you all by your lonesome self and I figured I would say Hi the best way you would remember me by."
Mackenzie 02/07/17 Thank you, ...wiggle worm.
Livia Vlcek 02/03/17 Dekuji. Alone...*nods, contemplates if she's really alone since she has another personality* all day.
*might be seeing two of the dancing girl* I think I'm going to be sick...
*dry heaves* Stay away from cheap Anejo tequila. Valuable life lesson there. *smiles weakly*
Sinclair Vorchenza 02/01/17 I'll get it back from you, I'm sure. I have my ways.
Sinclair Vorchenza 02/01/17 What's to say you haven't been rifling through mine?
Malek 02/01/17 The slow turning of Malek's head to regard the woman would have almost been comical if it were anyone except for Malek himself. His eyes showed that slight glint of annoyance at being summoned so, the look that could turn into tolerant bemusement or explosive anger at a moment's notice. Chipped teeth ground together slowly as he allowed himself the hint of a smile. In one hand, he held a cigarette smoldering and sending up a dragon-tail of smoke that curled around his head. In the opposite hand he held a rather customary half-full 500ml bottle of WIld Turkey 101.


Malek's eyes did widen though as she exposed herself to him. His eyebrows threatened to crawl up to his scalp and join their larger cousins just above his hairline. Quickly, surprise turned to interest, interest to lust, and lust to general amusement. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen those lovely mounds before, but it was certainly a pleasant surprise to be greeted with them so unexpectedly.


Malek gave a slight shrug of one shoulder and gestured with his head that Maya should join him. With a calm and steady motion, he threw the half empty (because, well, half full is pretty dammed optimistic when speaking of booze) container through the unattended window of the corner liquor store. The potent smell of Wild Turkey permeated the air as glass exploded inward and crashed to the ground leaving an opening just below waist high to the Lycan. He offered a grin and a wink, grabbed Maya about the waist, and deposited her inside the vacant building where she might have the choice of the stock while he casually stayed behind tapping out chunks of the safety glass.





Better hurry, though. The alarm is blaring!!!
Camille Rameau 01/31/17
Girl. Time and place, and I am there.
Lucius Dalca 01/27/17 Completely guilty.
Lucius Dalca 01/27/17 I couldn't help myself.
Spring Summers 01/20/17 You caught me.
Autumn Summers 01/20/17 You were successful in stealing $127.00 from Maya J Lawson.

Autumn Summers 01/18/17 A long suffering sigh leaves Autumn's lips. Her flat expression is a marked change from the last time she and the other woman interacted. No smile to speak of. It's more reminiscent of Spring than the redhead, not bothering to even fake it today.

"Attention... Friend..." Her eyes roll, the last word almost a sneer. "No. I'm f*cking bored and your pockets just happen to be around to pick. That's all."
Gray Taylor 01/15/17 Cheers.
Spring Summers 01/09/17 Cheers. It helps that I'm fcking gorgeous.
Spring Summers 12/30/16 Spring had taken into hiding out in mini arsehole's closet. She leaned back against the secret door, and embraced the uninterrupted silence. No one to try to snog her. No one to obsess over her. No f-cking memos. It was pure bliss, but then.

Her shoulders stiffened against the frame of the door, as her head tilted to the side. That voice. At first when it caressed her ears, she thought it could possibly be Winter. The sound vibrated through the door as the bass of music thumped against her spine. Spring blinked and tightened her two fingers around the neck of her beer bottle.

She took a swig and a last look around the dark closet. Before she ventured into Narnia, and came out of her own closet. Into the waves of music, and the figure that danced like a Summers sibling in her room.

Maya/

What kind of relationship were they? Not friends. Not enemies. Not lovers. Yet, that's exactly what the combination of their relationship was, if one could even call it that.

"Beg your f-cking pardon?" Spring screamed over the music, and by complete instinct sent the bottle of half-drank beer flying in Maya's direction.

"Oi. What the f-ck are you doing here?" Spring's gaze faltered and glanced sideways to the large sapling that took residence in her living quarters. A low chuckle rumbled, "Get f-cking bored of being d-cked?"
Malek 12/28/16 The young man was drunk. Being intoxicated wasn't a strange state for him, by any means, and anyone who had ever known him for more than a minute could fully attest to that. The smell of strong whiskey, though, clung to him like grave dirt to zombies, wafting through the air and acting with the pungent odor of dried sweat and blood to perfume the air like some macabre prostitute. For every step forward. he took a half step to one side or the other, though he was rather consistent with the sway from side to side that he might maintain his mostly forward progress, heavy boots marking the staggering gait. Not that there was anyone besides Maya to hear in the confines of the apartment building, long abandoned, that they had taken for their temporary residence as they figured out their next step in this tangled web of intrigue.

Moments later, he was inside, eyes casting about for a moment as his sense of smell was too dulled by potent drink to be of any use to him. The faint sound of her breathing came from the bedroom. Sleeping? A slow shrug and Malek moved over to where she usually stacked her few personal belongings and set the quarter-full bottle of Wild Turkey 101, his drink of choice since the first day he had imbibed the stuff. A gift... Maybe she'd know. More likely she'd think he displaced the damned thing. Not one for flowers, nor for gestures of love or grandios games of courting, Malek was inclined to give gifts occasionally. And, of course, for any who knew the Lycan, his leaving of his whiskey could be equated to a rich man offering his lady love a new luxury car, or perhaps one of those yuppy-convertible sporty models. Grunting to himself, having had little plan beyond the single gesture, he staggered as quietly as possible through the door into the sleeping chamber, making every attempt to clumsily, drunkenly, place a single kiss upon her cheek before staggering out once more.

Are things EVER that simple for Malek? Oh no, not at all. His unsteady lean over the sleeping form of Maya did, in fact, bring his scarred lips to her soft cheek; it was just at a much higher rate of speed than he had anticipated as he overbalanced, pitched forward, and fell heavily with his face into her cheek and his weight crosswise on her shoulders.

That didn't go at all as planned.
Will Summers 12/16/16 Leather boots lightly clicked against the worn dungeon hallway, pale, clear viridescent color as gaze browsed the cells one by one. Lips, unpainted and a dusky rose hue pursed about the carcinogenic stick betwixt the soft tiers of cupid's bow whilst lungs inhaled the bitterant of the toxic smog into slender body.

"Well, well, well... What've we here? My, my, ain't you a pretty lil doll, all porcelain and and soft lookin'. Fragile. " The androgynous figure spoke, tones low, a mix between an effeminate male and masculine female, just shy of one end of either spectrum. The lit sin hung, perched, between those lips as fingers worked and picked at the lock, deep chocolate strands of short hair falling over left eye whilst Will worked.

You managed to break out Maya J Lawson.


/br> "Such a beautiful creation shouldn't be within guilded cage as if you were nothing more than a pretty lil' thing to look at and keep on some sort of pedestal. You deserve a nickname, yeah?" Lips curved and slender fingers plucked the cigarette from it's captivity as smoke is exhaled to the side, that verdant gaze cheeky.

"Fly away, little Dove." Toxic material placed between lips once more, fingers are stuffed into leather jacket pockets as Will casually strolls further into the dungeons.
Jackson McCarthy 12/13/16 A voice drew his attention from behind as he finished taking down a weak target. The wolf was itching to be free as the full moon neared, but he prolonged the change for as long as possible. He was bad enough in human form; the wolf makes it worse. He looked from his victim, limping away, to the woman who drew his attention. Bright orange hues slowly faded back to their usual blue as he stared, debating. The wolf urged to attack-just one more victim. But one more turned into one more...one more...one more, until he'd left a trail of bodies in his wake.

Jackson walked towards her, a curious look on his features. Most would have turned away, ran, but she decided to stick around and compliment his technique.

"Are you an expert?" A wry grin appeared. He stopped a few feet away from her and pulled out a pack of smokes and a lighter. Cancer stick between lips, lighter lit and brought close. The crackle of the cigarette lighting and the long, first drag calmed the wolf. For now. Jackson appraised the girl for the first time, his gaze slowly roaming from head to foot and back again.

"Looks can be deceiving, but you don't look like a fighter." Another haul off the cigarette. He leaned up against the nearby brick wall. "Aren't you concerned for that poor soul?" Jackson jerked his head back in the direction of where the scene took place.

Casey Noire 12/06/16 This is Casey. Of course he's rolling his eyes immediately. Sure, she'd felt the lodge of his hand inside of her pocket. He was working on it. Needed practice. Would get better. Instead of just allowing the two of them to go humbly along in their own separate directions, the woman just has to comment. The boys teeth grind against each other in irritation. It's amazing how fast he can go from even tempered to absolutely fu+king fuming.

"Oi, congratu-fu+cking-lations. Off for a manicure are you?


"Dive deep into that two dollars and fifty cents. I'm sure it'll get you real far."
Autumn Summers 12/05/16 Watching the other woman laugh, Autumn's head canted to one side. Pretty thing, wasn't she? No, Autumn didn't swing that way but she absolutely appreciated beauty when she saw it.

Her shoulders rolled into a shrug, the grin remaining. "She's my sister. It's in the job description to annoy her. I noticed you didn't say no. Think about it and come find me. Shouldn't be too difficult. Cheers."

A wink later, Autumn strolled away and disappeared into the crowd.
Autumn Summers 12/05/16 It wasn't the money, it was the 'I don't like having my backside fondled by strangers' bit. To be fair, Autumn may or may not still be salty about the incident regarding Dane. Creep.

She let the woman's wrist go. No reason to do any real harm. Yet. And yes, she'd probably tried to pick her pocket but she never paid much attention to the faces those pockets belonged to.

Autumn's expression went from irritated to curious at the mention of Spring. After doing some quick connecting the dots in her head, she grinned broadly. "I see... Would you be interested in going on a date with my sister?"
Autumn Summers 12/05/16 Maya J Lawson just failed at stealing money from you!

Autumn felt the brush on her pocket. Spinning around, her hand shot out in an attempt to grab the offender's wrist. Should she succeed, she'll give it a pointed squeeze of warning.

"Oi! What the f*ck do you think you're doing?" She hissed. "Go find another arse to grab. Mine is spoken for. Next time, you'll bloody lose it."
Dita Morgenstern 12/03/16 [meek smile.] You managed to break out Maya J Lawson.
Malek 11/27/16 The sultry tones of Maya's voice slid languidly over the scene that was, moments before, full of the grunting carnage of Malek decimating the form of an undead creature. The stocky man's breathing was only slightly labored, the faintest hint of sweat glistening on his brow and tracking downward through the channels made by clawed scars upon his face. Malek turned slowly and, in a grotesque parody of a smile, turning more into a sardonic, strained smirk, he showed his pleasure at the approach of such a lovely young woman.

Allowing her arm to slip into his, he didn't speak. Words were useless and, as usually, he eschewed them when actions would serve just as well. The smiling, scarred lips were pressed to nearly perfect, smooth ones, the lingering kiss stealing the pressure of the scene for only a few moments before Malek fell into step with Maya, his left arm snaking around her waist and pulling her body against his.

The Beast trumpeted its lust, growling to take her, she is mine

Temptation warred with prudence and, unfortunately, prudence won out and Malek fled the scene like a good little monster instead of fornicating amidst the maybe-kinda-not-really corpse of the faceless victim.
Spring Summers 11/26/16 Twas the epitome of her season. The season of rebirth, love, & promiscuity. None of which was able to read from her hard exterior. Before she was corrupt by her masters,her season was easily picked out of the mundane crowd. Peace. Love. The thoughts made her nauseated. Spring plucked a single note from her trouser pocket, to let it dangle in their peripheral vision. As if to say, 'See I even saved one of your stupid f-cking notes'. Cobalt blues watched her details closely. All the Summers were creepers in their own way, and this day it was Spring's turn. Wait. This b-tch wasn't going to run for the hills? Spring's brows lift in surprise. As the last man she even suggested a thing to, ran straight down the f-cking hallway to that blasted Taylor.

A hoarse chuckle leaves her lips. The eyes full of rage settle on Maya's lips. Spring's face moved inches closer to Maya, before she spoke. Her voice was never low, nor never soft. It carried the rugged and hoarse nature of her wrath. "Aye, we could ave each other the f-cking trouble. Pretty b-tch. My loft is just over here." Her gaze doesn't falter, but one slender digit points in the direction of where her neighbours & her stayed. Had she meant the other members of her family? Nudist f-ckers.

"Nay. Only something to f-cking do. Which currently is..f-cking us." Spring was dead honest. This wasn't a game to be played, but she might rub it in Gray's face later. "Free bevvy and free ciggies." Spring added and took the first f-cking step. She ignored the wayward lock of hair that Maya played with. Let that Gossip girl sh-t paper say what it may. Spring's lips descend and swoop past the distance, before they venture to land on the planned territory of Maya's lips.

Spring Summers 11/26/16 "Everyone was f-cking feeling up my arse like god damn f-cking pervs. It's the new f-cking trend next to fetch. Though..I won't fcking lie. For a f-cking tw-at you have a bloody nice arse." Spring recognized Maya from her earlier days in London. And she also remembered the woman's hands probing her arse at multiple points. Which made her grunt in irritation, before she did a new unthinkable for Spring.

"If you want to bloody shag. You just got to tell me b-tch." Spring sighed begrudgingly, before a devious smirk filed across her lips. An invitation? F-ck yes.

Camille Rameau 11/19/16
Camille Rameau 11/16/16 Softly, Camille shrugs, once again bringing the brown stick to her lips and inhaling harshly.

"I don't know. I can't smell it. Haven't you ever noticed the sideways stares? Curious glances? They're more than just thoughtful." Cami can't be sure. She doesn't know what it is that makes Maya special. That is, to say, what she is, if anything at all. She's not going to pry, but the Angel is certainly not shy. "Just be careful, yeah?""

Maya might never know when Camille is watching, but would be smart to realize that she would be. And if the young girl ever found herself curious or in need, she would also find that Camille could be easily traced, if need be.

Somehow. No one really knows how all of this sh-t works, do they?
Camille Rameau 11/16/16 The woman is incredulous. Any less of a response might be cause for concern. Here is Camille, a complete stranger, watching and waiting. Even though she liked to consider herself a bit of a vigilante, it was not often that men or women alike didn't (at least slightly) freak out.

The whole exploding vampire thing seemed to send people into a frenzy. There were not many potions or weapons that she had come across that could promise a similar effect. It was in her blood. The blood of the fallen. Blood of the guardian. Pure sunshine in her veins. She was a vessel of holy light, able to harbor the essence of phlebo and use it to her advantage. Even if she was not the most positive advocate for the Holy herself.

This was her little secret.

Camille lights the cigarette using the very tip of her finger. It burns hot as fire as a pulse of electricity sparks off beneath the pores of her skin. As quickly as it had heated it cooled, and her skin was once again chilled to the touch.

"He's the second one this week." A hard pull past her lips from the cig earns a sharp intake of air. Cami blows the smoke away from Mayas face intentionally. "You didn't even notice the first time. Something special about you. They can smell it".

Narrowed eyes scrutinize her. Just for a second. "My names Camille."
Camille Rameau 11/16/16 Pretty little thing.

They always were. Big, bright eyes. Long, beautiful hair. The bloodsuckers in this Realm certainly had a type, and this girl was it. Lithe form so petite and unassuming, it would almost seem clear that her meatless body and doey stare were an invitation for trouble. She looked like she could be easily overpowered, but sometimes Camille felt like she was the only one who understood that looks could be deceiving.

Bright eyes are glued to a shadowy figure- greasy and with ill intentions. Her petulant stare would easily give her away to anyone who may have been watching. She was hunting. Protecting. Camille would provide a service to the realms young and beautiful.

Save them from the leeches.

He stalks her. Maya. Camille had seen her on television, and she had likely drawn attention from many besides just herself. A drag from of sweet tar from her cigarette earns a puff of cloudy smoke into the air before she tosses it. He's ready to make his move, and Camille was ready to stop him. The Angel moves with such fluidity that her ethereal prowess is apparent. From her pocket she produces a hybrid dart- syringe like with a milky red substance inside.

Blood. Her blood.

His fast approach would not earn him any favor. Camille is on him in an instant, and even quicker than that, the dart is lodged into the vain wrapped around his jugular. Mere seconds lapse before his movements cease, and just moments after that, he explodes.

Blood. Guts. Intestines. Everywhere.

Cami merely laughs, reaching into her pocket as chunks of flesh and gore fall from her head and shoulders. A fresh, clean cigarette finds her lips.
Death and Style 11/13/16
Caitlyn Darrow 10/30/16 Thankies!
Kai Noire 08/31/16 Kai skillfully picked his lock on his cell door, giving an approving click of his tongue as it unlocked. He slipped out of it with ease being probably the most stealthy he had ever been in his life. He started to leave when he passed the woman locked in. He back tracked a little and stared at her.

He glanced left, then right before he shrugged his shoulders. He moved to her cell door and picked the lock just as he did his own.

You managed to break out Maya J Lawson.

"Out you get little dove."
Marah Kravenoff 08/14/16 You managed to break out Maya J Lawson.

" Run..... Run...don't let them catch you."
Gray Taylor 07/23/16 A quiet chuckle passes his lips as his gaze turns upward for a passing moment. He has danced this waltz several times over his short years on this Earth, and he doubts this would be the last time. It is, however, so rare for someone to feel so strangely comfortable around him. Usually there is some sort of discomfort, their senses telling them to stay away while everything else wants to stay. This one? Quite different. Looking over her pretty face, he reaches upward and tucks a stray hair behind her ear before leaning to whisper into her ear. "You're a bold little thing. I'll be keeping an eye on you." And with that, he straightens up and winks before continuing on with his exploratory stroll.
Gray Taylor 07/23/16 He can practically smell the thrill of this on her, and it gives the sharp man a great sense of amusement. He could play with her. Toy with her mind, mold her actions, find something he desires out of this interaction. Gray knows very well that he can catch a great many flies with honey. "Tell me, my little coquette, weren't you warned of the dangers of strangers?"
Gray Taylor 07/23/16 Gray is accustomed to cities and crowds. In fact, he thrives in these environments. Each person he sees is an opportunity to advance himself in some way, a new player in his selfish games. So when the young woman approaches, clearly moved by the heat, the corners of his lips lift up charmingly as his earthy gaze lock onto her. Opportunity. "Aren't you a curious one..."
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